Ok...hm...I don't even remember whether I posted this chapter before. But here it is (again?). Found nothing wrong with it. Meaning it still fit in the story perfectly. The hard one is the next part. Dammit. As much as I absolutely love HaruxMomiji, this is getting tedious. Writer's Block? Yep. I think so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of its characters.

The boxes were falling. The thing was they didn't know what was in them. They could be heavy, they could be light. But who would contemplate about all those in such a situation? They just see and react. And that's what Momiji did. He saw. And he reacted. The boxes weren't light. Neither were they very heavy. But either way, that didn't matter now as the boxes fell just on top of Momiji's body which was shielding the other two whom he had pushed down and below him. Momiji let out a strangled cry before his arms gave way and Momiji transformed before even fully embracing the two females.

Mitsuri heard the screaming and immediately knew who it was. He hadn't heard that sound for a long time, and he had thought that he'd never hear it again. He ran from his office from which he was just leaving in the general direction in which the high pitch sounds where coming from, locating the source in a few minutes and what he saw gave he the shock of his life.

Boxes upon boxes lay upon two figures upon the ground. One was his daughter, looking shocked but relatively unharmed and staring at something in her lap. The other woman who was screaming was his wife, a small bruise appearing on the left side of her forehead and pointing at that thing her daughter was holding.

As Mitsuri ran towards his family after a moment of shock, he saw the little object, it was yellow, yes, he could see it now, a very familiar yellow, begin to move a little. His wife screamed louder, on the edge of hysterics.

Oh no, please, Kami-sama, no.

As he reached his two loved ones on the floor and kneeled down in front of them, the small yellow object moved in his daughter's lap to look at him.

"I'm sorry, Otousan... I didn't mean to." Said the yellow little bunny with big brown eyes and a quivering voice before it passed out in the small girl's lap.


Please...please...review... It's quite pathetic, not to mentiondisheartening, to work your heart and brains out on a thing and see no appreciation for it. I'm going to cry my eyes out very soon. And my brain will leak from my ears. Don't be so cruel.