Light In A Snowfall

Summary: Tohru Honda has always been a normal girl. Living life with her Grandpa and hanging out with her two best friends, Saki Hanajima and Arisa Uotani. So…it sounds normal, right? Everything seemed normal until her life got mixed into the Sohma family. And then things get more and more complicated. A continuation by the FurubaProject6!

Author of this chapter: Jezebel-summonthepolice

Disclaimer: I don't own fruits basket. One day, I shall rule the world, and then I will own fruits basket. And Yuki. But till, then, I have to write disclaimers. takes out massive machine gun bigger than her head well, I won't have to wait much longer, will I? Muwahahaha…

Inner child: Oh just shut up you stupid twerp.

Jess: sniffles

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Yuki trailed back to his room, without making a sound. He opened the door, and closed it behind him. There was a dim sort of light coming from the window. The rest of the room was another greyish black. He opened the window, and sat y it.

I shouldn't be doing this… he thought quietly to himself. He breathed in the cold air. His hand was hanging slightly out of the window. Little flakes of snow settled on it, and he smiled. He held his hand up to his face, but before he could study whether it was blue, grey or just white, the snow had already melted. He laughed a little. I hope that isn't going to happen to me…!

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Kyo woke up slowly for once. Instead of stretching like he normally did, he went to the window and looked outside. The snow had stopped falling, but everything was white. He rolled his eyes, closed his curtains, and going back to bed, muttered angrily to himself. Damn snow…makes everything so damn cold… Might as well be in the damned An-freakin'-tarctic…

There was a knock on his door. He groaned, and turned over in bed. "Come in…"

"Kyo-kun! Did you see? It snowed last night!" Tohru bounded in, already dressed, running over to Kyo's window and flinging open the curtains. Kyo groaned again.

"I hate snow… why don'cha go and wake up that damn Yuki… He'll probably be pleased or whatever…" Tohru resisted the urge to laugh as she heard Kyo snoring a little as he drifted off.

She tip-toed across the hall to Yuki's room. She knocked gently on his door, hoping he was already awake so she didn't have to wake him up. There was no reply.

"Y-Yuki-kun? Are you awake?" Once again, no-one answered. She carefully nudged open the door.

He was asleep, but instead of on the bed, he was on the floor under the window sill, under his bed-sheets aswell. He was sleeping on his arm, which looked a little red.

She put her hand gently on his head. His grey hair was soft and smooth. She moved her hand down a little, to touch his pale skin. It was almost white, and as cold as the snow they'd been talking about the previous night. She didn't want to wake him, but it wouldn't be fair to let him sleep through a beautiful snow covered day like this one. She'd much rather watch him sleeping than have to interrupt what looked like something so rarely pleasant.

"Yuki-kun." She whispered softly. She didn't raise her voice. Instead she just leant closer, her lips close to his cheek. "Yuki?"

His eyes flickered open. She'd almost forgotten how big they were. It was like staring into a frozen lake. Dark grey. Icy. She knew that with one look he'd be able to cut through her like a knife. But his looks were getting softer and kinder every day. As if she was melting that cold ice away with her warm smiles.

"Honda-san…?" He whispered. She realised she was still leaning uncomfortably close to his face. In fact, if she leant any closer, her lips would be touching his cheek and she'd kiss him. It was tempting. But she moved away instead.

"The snow settled." She said softly, smiling. He sat up, pulling his arm out from underneath him.

"Gah…Pins and needles…" He said, smiling. She smiled back. He shook his wrist to get the circulation going properly again. He peered over the top of the window sill, which was level with his nose. "Everythings white…I mean…Blue."

She went and sat next to him. "It's so pretty…"

"Nn."

She accidentally put her hand on his. He flinched and looked at her, startled. "Um… Uh… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I…Um…" She started blushing. "I'm s-"

"It's alright." He said. "Don't worry about it." To show her it was OK, he took her hand in his, and looked out of the window again. She stared at her hand; It seemed so far away, so… unreal. It was being held in his. It was like her hand had entered a fairytale, while the rest of her was in reality, watching the hands in their little story.

He noticed her staring. "Sorry...Are my hands cold?"

"N-no…They're warm…"

"Heh…I did just get up…!" He yawned. She tilted her head to the side. It was so cute… "Sorry…"

They stayed in an awkward little state for a while. Her embarrassment made her clumsy, which provoked many more little slip-ups. Most of which involved touching him somehow, like his hand, his arm… his face. That one wasn't really an accident, but she pretended it was.

They both wished they weren't so shy. But it was something they'd have to work at. And if it meant spending time with her, Yuki was ready for her to teach him how to be the opposite of awkward in her presence. And she felt the same way.

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AN1: OMG..It's been so long since I wrote a yukiru…It is so much fun….I love Yuki…Tohru…Meh… YUKI YUKI! Yukirus are so the cutest… And snow fics are so sweet. I love snow…And I'm wearing a grey shirt today. (It is winter, and it snowed the other week too! X3)

AN2:Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I felt a bit…hmm…how to put it…AWFUL… when I read the chapter before ths and found out that I would be following up from it…Gah…That was painful…The one before was amazing Leanne! I was bouncing up and down wit the cuteness!

AN3:Well, good luck to Tenshi, who is another fantabulous writer, and so I'm certain she will do a fantastickle job!

AN4: I am so sorry this has taken me so long! …I have been doing all kinds of things and my stupid suicidal comp is playing up again. You know, if Apple designed a rocket, it would never take off. Or it would float in space, waiting to be upgraded to a new, 'better working' rocked. It would be the prettiest rocket you've ever seen, but it would be useless at anything except sitting there like a potato.

AN5: did you know that the Hindu name Lanh means sweet potato?

AN6: OK OK! I'm sorry! I'll go! I love ANs so much…