The Untouchable
"Yuki, Tohru's not back yet! Make dinner." Shigure whined at Yuki, who was sitting at the table staring at the floor.
"You know I can't cook. Order something." Yuki turned away from Shigure who faked a sob.
"Fine! I'll just starve!" Yuki rolled his eyes as Shigure slid the door shut behind him, exiting the room. But Shigure was right. Tohru's not back yet...
Tohru stumbled down the street, hand clasped onto her upper arm, hair falling over her face. Her eyes were like a statue's, glassy and empty. She breathed heavily as she staggered about the street.
"Tohru?" Haru looked up. He was riding his bike down the street towards the Sohma house, ready for the festival. "Tohru!" He noticed something was wrong immediately, dropping the bike onto the ground as he leapt towards her. "What's wrong? Tohru?" Tohru fell into his arms. Haru held her up, being careful not to let her fully touch him. If he turned into a cow now...
All of a sudden Tohru shoved him away, crying out.
"NO! PLEASE-" She sunk to the ground, hands tight over her ears, eyes shut. She fell forward, skirt ruffling up. That's when Haru saw it.
Deep purple bruises, ringed in yellow and nearly indigo in the center, were pressed onto her upper thighs. His eyes shot open wide and he fell next to Tohru, hands hovering over her.
"Tohru... what happened...?"
"Stop... A-Akito..." Her eyes slid shut, falling into a painless black as deep as the sky.
"Yuki! Kyo! We're going to be late!" Shigure stood at the door, garbed in the traditional dance wear and looking particularly comedic. "
"I'm not going!" Kyo shouted down the stairs.
"Yes you are!" Kyo made a frustrated cry before lunging down the stairs.
"FINE! But I'm not watching your dance!" Shigure laughed, dismissing Kyo's outbursts. Kyo had to come. He'd missed last year and if he missed it again...
"Where's Yuki?" Shigure said impatiently.
"How the hell should I know..?" Murmured the pouting cat, head facing toward the window. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up, widening. "Tohru...?" He walked towards the window, face lit with confusion. His hand glided up, touching the window's surface. Shigure ran up behind him.
"Oh my god! It's Tohru! She looks hurt!" Their eyes locked and both sprinted towards the door, wrenching it open and running into the twilight.
Yuki sat in his room, staring out the window. Haru was holding a limp Tohru as Shigure and Kyo talked with Haru before ushering him quickly inside. Yuki shut his eyes, curling up in a ball on the bed. It's my fault. It's all my fault...
But he had to see if Tohru was alright. He stood, taking a deep breath, brow furrowed. He walked to the door and pulled it open, then burst into a sprint, flying down the stairs.
Tohru lie across the couch, hands tightly clenched against a pillow. She was murmuring in her fitful rest.
Something about Akito. Something about Yuki. And something about a punishment.