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A/N: Sorry its been so long, thanks for all the reviews! Hope you all like this chappy!.

Chapter 10: Goodbye...

As Yuki and Kyo frantically ran through the estate neither one could help feeling worried for Shigure...all alone...with Akito. Being stuck in the same room with a foul playing psycho who relished in every evil thought and grinned at every struggle.

They reached a fork in the path and with the darkness surrounding them neither could remember the right way to turn.

Yuki searched the ground for footprints in hopes they'd lead him and the cat back to Shigure, and unfortunatley Akito. Yuki squinted his imperial orbs and searched the ground until he felt something strong squeeze his shoulder. Yuki's violet eyes reached up and met Kyo's bloody one's.

"This way." Kyo pointed down the path of crushed grass and kicked up dirt.

'I guess training in the mountains did do him some good.' Yuki thought.

Both the cat and rat ran down the selected path, pushing away limbs and leaves as they desperatley tried to reach they're cousin.

'Something's wrong, I can feel it.' Kyo thought. He stopped. They had now reached a garden, a very familiar one in fact. The grass was tainted with droplets of blood and the moon reflected on the shattered glass near a broken window. They had found themselves back at the spot where Tohru had been so cruely flung out as if she were a rag doll.

Kyo's fists tightened and he could sense Yuki's anger welling up inside him as well. They both felt the aura of death here, the tightening grasp it had on their bodies was tight and almost engulfed them. From the window light spilled out into the open garden, making the sparkling glass seem magical, but the two juunishi knew better.

Kyo's ears pricked up when he heard a sound coming from behind the walls in which the shattered window was placed. He motioned for Yuki to follow him, the rat furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but cooperated none-the-less.

When they reached the window they could hear the sound clearer, and it was the sound of crying, sobbing.

Yuki was the first to rise his head over the blood-stained sill and look inside, capturing the scene of Akito leaning over a pile of cloth, it looked like a Kimono. Next was Kyo to peek over the sill. They both remained that way for some time, confused, why was Akito crying over a pile of clothes? They heard Akito as he began to sob to himself and talk to himself quietly. "Why? Why did it have to be this way? All you had to do was listen to ME! S-Shi-gur-e." (What's this? Akito? Crying? O.o)

Both Yuki and Kyo gasped when they heard the dog's name. So it wasn't just a pile of clothes, it was Shigure's dead body that Akito was crying over. Shigure was now dead.

This was too much to handle for the cat and rat. Kyo turned away from the scene and leaned his back against the wall, allowing himself to slide down into the grass, Yuki soon followed suit. Kyo put the palms of his hands over his face and thought to himself. 'Shigure is gone, the dog is gone.' Sure the novelist was annoying but even so he made every day seem more alive, free.

Yuki pulled his knees into his chest and buried his face in them. 'Why? Why would Akito kill Shigure? Why would Akito be crying over it? Did he regret what he had done? Did Akito wish he could go back and change it? If so, that would be a first.' Yuki sighed. 'Shigure is gone, dead, no more. Repeating this helps me to believe it, though it still doesn't seem possible. He let me stay at his house when I needed to get away. He gave me a home and showed me what it was like to be free, to be alive. Although there were times when I wanted to knock him through the roof there were other (rare) times when his words gave me comfort.' A rustling brought Yuki from his thoughts of the deceased family member. It was Kyo. He had stood up from his sitting position and was now leaning against the wall, still listening to Akito's decreasing sobs. Yuki looked up at him then down at the blades of broken grass.

"We better go tell Hatori..." Kyo trailed off, his words uneven.

Yuki only nodded in response.

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Tohru opened her sluggish brown eyes and looked about her surroundings. The walls around her were pure white and so was the tiled floor along with the ceiling above her head. It was so plain, except for a silk violet blanket covered over more eye-blinding white sheets. It reminded her of a hospital room, one in particular...her mom's.

"Where am I?" she whispered to herself. There came no answer to her question, the room was empty. As Tohru sat up pain shot through her body, her neck was sore and her arms were covered in scrapes and bruises. Tohru's head began to spin from sitting upright for so long, but she was determined to figure out where she was. Something tugged on her middle finger as she left the bed, it was a gray cast looking object but made of plastic, it was bugging Tohru, she vaguely remembered her mom wearing one of these when she was in the hospital, but never really knew what it was for. Tohru yanked it off.

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Yuki and Kyo silently reached the front steps of Hatori's home and let themselves in. Momiji was asleep on the leather sofa and Hatori was sitting at his desk putting a picture of Kana back on one of the shelves. The doctor stood up.

"Did you find Shigure?"

Yuki and Kyo looked to each other and sighed.

"Yeah." They both said.

"Did he come back with you?" Hatori asked. Yuki looked at the older, tired man and shook his head no.

"Shigure couldn't come back with us Hatori."

Hatori looked at Yuki and tried to solve what his words meant.

"What do you mean?" His tone was deep and frightened but strangely calm and knowledgable.

Yuki looked at Kyo, those amethyst eyes telling the crimson ones to continue for him. Kyo stepped forward, his head hung low.

"Shigure is...dead." Kyo barely whispered the words but somehow he knew Hatori had heard him.

The dragon turned his back to them and put his hand up to the one good eye he had left, a single tear falling from it.

"How did this happen? Things were never supposed to be like this, of course, in this family things are never supposed to be like they should." Hatori sighed. "How did he die?"

"He was killed." Yuki answered.

"How was he killed?"

Kyo turned his head away and said, "We don't know."

"Do you even know who did it?" Hatori's voice rose and shook with anger and grief. Of course, there was really no point in asking the aforementioned question but Hatori had to be sure, it had to be confirmed.

"Akito..." said a soft voice, almost barely audible. Hatori looked up as Momiji stood only feet away, tears rolling down his young cheeks.

"Yes." That was all Hatori would say.

Momiji walked over to the dragon and wrapped his hands around Hatori's waist, sobbing into his lab coat. Hatori stroked the sobbing blonde's head and sighed.

Yuki and Kyo were left to stand uncomfortably watching the news take its toll on the two in front of them, that is until, they heard a high-pitched beep.

"Tohru!" Hatori cried. He hastily let go of Momiji and ran to the room Tohru was in. He opened the door as fast possible but saw nothing. Tohru was gone. All that was left was the plastic finger clip used to monitor her heart beats dangling in front of the machine.

A/N: Yay Tohru escaped, but why? How? And where to? I know this was choppy chapter but it is 11:26 p.m. here and I'm TIRED! R&R Please!