Haha… sorry about that.

So…. Yeah.

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XxFallenxX: Thank you! I try. Akito might be a little OOC in this chapter, just cause it's a hard situation for Akito to be in. I'M SO SORRY!

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Yeah, that's it. This is kinda a short chapter, but yeah

Important Note: Um… Akito might be a little OOC in this chapter, as I explained to XxFallenxX, but yeah. This was really hard to write, and I tried to keep him as IC as I could. So I'm sorry! –bows low—

There's Beauty in the Breakdown

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Mahiru couldn't believe it. That had been his mother. That…psycho bitch! What had she done to him to make him believe that? A woman who had no problem spitting at him, and calling him a piece of shit? She remembered the woman's words about Akira. 'His father…' she realized. Apparently Mrs. Sohma's one person had not been her son. Mahiru couldn't imagine Akito's childhood. Every time she had a cold as a kid, she was convinced she was going to die unless her mom sat with her.

"Akito…" Mahiru couldn't help it. She reached forward and embraced the surprised God. "Oh my gosh. She's insane." She felt Akito's arms slowly circling her in return. "There is something completely wrong with her. I love you. No matter what your crazy weirdo of a mother says." She kissed the God's cheek "remember that. The more love you give, the more love you have to give." She grinned fondly "my mom used to say that. The first time she said it was when some girl was annoying me on the playground. My mom told me I should learn to love her. I told her I didn't want to waste it on her. She gave me this really stern look and said 'The more love you give, the more love you have to give. So if you want to love me or your brother more, and make new friends, you will march yourself out there and play with that girl." Mahiru sighed. "Hisa is now one of my best friends (A/N: Hisa is one of the apartment mates (: see it all adds together)."

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Akito didn't pretend to understand, but it was fine with him. As long as she loved him. And who said his mother couldn't be wrong? It wouldn't be the first time. Mahiru stood from the table, dumping out her glass of water. She smiled. He loved it when she did that. He made to follow her, but found that the Curse had been re-instating itself while they were talking, and it took a tremendous amount of effort to stand. He cursed under his breath. The girl's hands were fluttering around him, as though she wanted to help. He trapped one of her hands, holding it in his own. That was all the assistance he needed.

Akito walked slowly, concentrating on his balance, trying to ignore the grating pain in his knees. The girl kept his pace, but kept moving her free hand impatiently, as though she could have just picked him up and carried him to bed with it, and he were doing something to keep her from doing so. Once they left the kitchen, he felt the Curse setting in even more. It had not been easy for him to move earlier, and whenever he was freed for a little while it always came back tenfold. He dropped the girl's hand, unable to stay even with her, even when she walked as slow as she could. She was a good two feet in front of him. She turned around as he stopped fully to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, and she walked over, her hands still fluttering around him.

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Mahiru had no idea what to do. He had been fine a few minutes ago…. She remembered Haru's horror stories about Akito pushing perfectly healthy Sohmas out of windows. She would have to ask Hatori about it later, as the curse didn't seem to be one of Akito's favorite subjects.

Akito pushed away from the wall, only to fall back against it. Mahiru wanted to do something. She was just standing there.

Mahiru took a chance and wrapped one arm around his waist, bringing his arm around her shoulders and holding it there. He tried to resist, but Mahiru was in full health, and easily helped him off the wall. She walked slowly, stopping after every small step. Akito took a few steps with her, and then broke away from her, shooting daggers at her with his eyes. Mahiru accepted it, but was ready to help him at the first indication he couldn't make it.

She kept her eyes down, making sure there was nothing that would be able to trip him, but noticing he seemed to be having trouble bending his knees, it taking him a few seconds longer than was normal to complete a single, small step. She paused, waiting for him to catch up.

He seemed to be getting worse the farther they went down the hall, leaning heavily on the wall, his legs barely moving. Mahiru ignored his glares and drew one of his skeletal arms around her shoulders, remembering her promise to Hatori to make him eat.

Mahiru took another step, jerking at Akito's hiss of pain. His frail arm around her shoulders slowly began slipping. She found she didn't have enough hands to help him.

Doing her best to ignore his quiet gasps and groans, Mahiru slowly lowered him to the ground. When he was safely on the ground, she let go, then grabbed for him again when, with nothing to lean on, he almost smacked into the floor. She held his head in her lap.

"We're just gonna wait here until you get a little better, okay?"

He glared at her "No."

"Why not?"

"No, we have to go now."

"But…" Mahiru bit her lip. She didn't want to move him.

Akito frowned at her as she bent down to kiss him. Mahiru noticed he was trembling and pulled away. His breath was coming harder…

She understood. The longer they waited, the worse he would get. "Alright…" She gently lifted his head from his lap and scooted away, placing it gently on the floor. She still saw him cringe.

Mahiru helped him up again, not waiting for him to get footing or move on his own, intent on getting him to bed as soon as possible.

Once in his room, Mahiru slowed down, realizing with guilt that she had been dragging him roughly. She helped him lie down in his bed, smiling and putting Pear Bear in the crook of his arm.

"Why did you come after me if you knew you were going to get worse?"

He glowered menacingly at her.

"Fine. Kill yourself. See if I care."

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