1She Loves Me

Written By SexySesshieSama

Author's Note: I'm sorry, once again it has been a while since I have reviewed. Which is odd, since I meant to update this chapter a while ago, along with My Death, My Love, My Incarnation, since I pretty much wrote them at the same time. Blonde moment...And I can't even blame handling the reviews anymore, since they are so easy to deal with. I thank those who have reviewed so far, special thanks to kuramagirl44 aka Rose-chan, and a snort to those who haven't reviewed; you can't complain! Ha ha HA! Summer is almost coming to an end, and I have been terribly lazy...Sigh, I know, I'm mad at my own self. Stuff has been happening lately, so I blame that...it's an excuse though that doesn't even quite cover it all. Please review. Steal my characters and die. I WISH I owned Furuba (meaning I don't; not even the DVDs). Please contact me, I love randomness almost as much as I love people...Well, no, that's not true; I love randomness a lot more...Don't flame, but do contact!

Saved By An Angel

I hate the rain. Even more than I hate Yuki and Akito combined, I hate the rain. Now that's not to say that I'd rather be stuck in a room alone with the two of them then stand a little rain. So, in truth, I don't hate the rain more than I hate the two of them put together. More like I hate all three of them equally...kindof. But this hatred of rain is as written into my body chemistry as is the Sohma Curse of the Zodiac. As is my hatred of Yuki, so perhaps those two are equal. I hate the rain, I hate the rat, I am a cat, I am forever to be cursed, I shall never find happiness. All of this goes without saying.

Boy oh boy how I hate the rain.

I don't quite know what it is about the rain that I hate so much. I just do. Hate it, that is. The wetness isn't what bothers me; I take baths and showers, water's no big deal. And it's not like the darkness and cold it brings bothers me that much, because even when its warm and sunny I hate getting rained on. I suppose you could say I hate getting soaked while still wearing all of my clothes, but that's not quite it either. It is but it isn't.

I just hate the rain. Simple as that. Unexplainable, undeniable.

It was then, as I was running, my black boy's uniform getting soaked all the way through, that all of the events of the day took their full and proper toll on me. Failing to beat up Yuki, getting caught, getting taken to the office, having Shishou called, going to the roof, yelling at the one person who tried to help, her tough friends coming over, no one having my back, getting two detentions for not paying attention, getting beat up, running away because I knew Shishou was coming...the one person who would understand and try to help. I was an idiot, a coward, a bastard, unworthy of life, only here to hurt others, cursed forevermore. I was the Cat of the Zodiac, and I don't deserve to live...I don't deserve anything...

Suddenly my breathing became hard and labored; my side ached with a cramp. After so many miles of running, it's about time. Not bad, the athlete in me says. Shit, says the rest of me, the part that wants to keep on running forever, so that no one can ever find me, so that I can never find my way back; all I do is hurt people, make them sad, make them cry, make them angry, make them disappointed, make them...make them suffer. My mom, Shishou, Kagura, Tohru, that girl, myself.

I had to stop. Leaning against a building, hair plastered to my forehead, gasping for breath, I clutched my side, which felt as if it was about to burst. I cried out softly, clenching my teeth, trying to grind the pain away. It wasn't working. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't think; I couldn't feel, couldn't hear...Someone could sneak up on me right now, and I wouldn't even notice. I couldn't move, I was frozen, heart going too fast, breath hardly coming at all.

Then it hit me. "Oh, damn it all to h..." The nausea; my world lurched, everything spun. Things contorted, grew bigger, grew smaller. My body was all of a sudden too big and too small for me at the same time. I dug my nails into the soft mortar of the old brick building. I wasn't breathing. My vision blurred, and it came before I could stop it. A cloud rose, and when it

dissipated, I was no longer a man—I was a cat. An orange cat, sitting on my clothes, with only my beads on now, the ones that bind me, keep me from becoming a monster.

I tensed up and hissed. As a cat I hate the rain even more than usual. I darted off faster than I even realized what I was doing, leaving my clothes behind. Not a good idea, but I didn't care. I ran and I ran and I ran...and then I stopped. The dizziness had returned. I had lost a lot of blood, and my wounds hurt and affected me worse and more in this form. They were hardly anything at first, but running and treating my body so roughly had opened them up even more, and as a cat I was smaller, weaker. I stumbled along for a while, on the verge of passing out, so close to slipping into unconsciousness.

Finally I collapsed in some bushes, soaking wet and experiencing some trouble breathing. Against my will I mewed, calling out pathetically like the cat that I was. After a few seconds I cried out again, louder and even more pathetic; I don't know why. It's not like anyone could hear me. As if unable to control my own actions I was about to cry out again when the bushes above me parted to show a young woman, just as drenched as I, with a look of concern and worry on her face. She was beautiful. She looked far more caring and worried about me than anyone has in a long while.

Sleep had just about gripped me when she picked me up and held me to her. Although she was wet, she was also warm, the beat of her heart soothing to me. She handled me gently and made sure that she didn't shake or startle me too badly. My eyes began to close, and just as she opened a door and the rain stopped falling on me, I was out cold...