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Outside the dusty window, millions of cherry blossoms were blooming under the warm waft of the April sun, some gently sinking to the ground below. Propped on one elbow, Tohru sighed contentedly at the sight of such natural beauty and then turned to her two male roommates.
"Oh, don't Yuki-kun and Kyou-kun just love it outside?" Her smile, after all these years, still made something go funny in the boys' bodies. Tohru could become easily captivated over something so tiny, so trivial, and it amazed the boys. She turned back to gaze longingly out the window and the boys grunted in agreement.
Scattered in a humorous disarray all along the one-bedroom apartment were boxes and bags and suitcases and all their belongings. Uncapping a marker, Yuki quickly scribbled, "Baka Neko" on a shabby-looking cardboard box and fled to the kitchen. Puffing vigorously, Kyou heaved a few heavy-looking boxes into one corner of the room, next to the "Baka Neko" box. Eyeing the derogatory title on his box, he decided to get even with a sly grin on his face. Just as he was about to carry out his devious plan with scissors in hand, Tohru called out to him.
"Kyou-kun?" Sighing, the boy stalked over to her side. Tohru looked up. "Is there something I can help with? I don't like just sitting here, watching you two do all the work. It's…"
"Tohru, it's fine. We already told you -- you do most of everything around here. We need to get to help out some before we finally move, right?" Tohru looked down, her lips pursed.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, snapping her head up, eyes bouncing. "I can help take apart the bookcase! It's easy, really!" Before Kyou could disagree, she bounded out of the room to the living room. Defeated, Kyou sank into a Western-style "bean bag," a gift from that Yankee to Tohru when she moved to the United States. A few moments later, a loud crash and yelp was echoing off the bare walls from the living room.
"Oi," Kyou murmured. He saw Yuki dash from the kitchen to the living room and then Tohru's apologetic pleas. Kyou hoisted himself out of the bean bag (with some difficulty) and walked to the living room only to meet a large hole in the wall next to the fully intact book case. "Well," Kyou mused, a slight smile simpering on his lips, "I guess we won't be getting that shikikin back."