Tohru skipped back to Shigure's house, happy that this evening she had off from work. A dark cloud seemed to hang over the forest around Shigure's house, and it was drizzling slightly. I wonder where Yuki went earlier… she thought, recalling the fact he left school early. I hope he isn't sick…
Tohru walked in the door of Shigure's quaint little house. "I'm home… every…one…" She paused, noticing Yuki and Shigure sitting at the table, their faces grim. She smiled, trying to cheer them up if something was wrong. "Good afternoon, Sohma-kun, Shigure-san!"
"Miss Honda, sit down," Yuki said. "I-is something wrong?" Tohru said, surprised at Yuki for speaking to her so harshly, when he was usually so kind.
Yuki felt as if he could have broken into tears at Tohru's feet, but he maintained his composure and he tried to act as planned. "We all, we three and the rest of the Sohmas want you to leave." Shigure nodded grimly. He had seen the desperation in Yuki's eyes earlier, when he had told him about what Akito had said and his feelings for Tohru.
Tohru sat there, stunned. "D-did I do something? Did something happen?" she said, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"No," Yuki said, the harshness apparent in his voice, "I have always felt the same about you, Miss Honda…I never w-wanted you to stay." Shigure looked at Tohru, his face depicting something like hatred. "Now, could you please leave our home?"
Tohru looked at Yuki, stricken. She imagined him, helping her study… attempting to help her clean around the house… planting leeks with her… he had always acted so kind! How could he truly feel like this?
"H-Hai," she said, choked up by tears. "I'll just go pack my things."
"That's not necessary, Miss Honda. I felt the need to get you to leave as soon as possible, so I packed your things for you." He gestured to a small bag of things, just the things she had brought originally, nothing of the many small things the Sohmas had given her. Tohru grabbed the bags, flung open the door, and ran out into the pouring rain.
Yuki watched her until she was gone. In his hand, he held the small yellow ribbon he had once given Tohru as a present. He threw it across the room in anguish, and trudged up to his room, hiding tears.
Tohru ran through the forest, even though she felt the branches and thorns hit her, she felt no pain. For the blow that she had just received, the fact that the Sohmas had all hated her from the beginning the fact it had all been a lie, hurt her more than anything.
I should have realized it all along… An onigiri doesn't belong in a Fruits Basket!