Thanks to the two people who reviewed the story! Um, it would be REALLY cool if I got even MORE reviews this time! (That's not a hint or anything) Plus, Haru thrives off reviews, so if you don't submit, he will die.

Haru: no I won't.

SHHHHHH!

Anyway, chapter two commences...NOW.

It was OK for a little while. In fact, it was perfect. We were a clandestine couple, hidden from everyone, except for Rin, to whom I'd confessed I was gay earlier in the year.

I was in Heaven.

It was sickeningly cute.

We would walk hand-in-hand through the park, lie on the trampoline behind Sensei's house, talking, cuddling, kissing, whatever...just doing couple-y things, I guess. The best part of all of this was that Akito was clueless. This needless to say, surprised the hell out of me. But not a single word came our way of her anger that Yuki and I were together.

I would walk home after a date, nearly skipping with elation. I was with the one I loved. My soul mate. The person I had pictured myself with for the past few years of my life. It was all falling into place, now.

I didn't turn Black at all while we were together. I began to wonder if Black Haru had completely disappeared, for good. For keeps.

Yuki was so good to me.

He became a part of me.

We ate, slept, and breathed each other for two whole months...

Then she came.

"Did you hear about the girl who's staying here?"

"No. Who is she?"

"Some chick they found in a tent in the middle of the woods. And of course the fucking dog was 'nice' and 'benevolent' and opened our doors to her. What an idiot."

I snickered into the receiver. Kyo really was entertaining to talk to. And he always had the scoop on the latest Sohma gossip.

"What's her name?"

"Tohru something-or-other."

"Ah..."

"But she cooks and cleans, so we're all happy. Especially Yuki. Dumb rat."

My ears perked at the mention of my love. I felt the necessary blush rising in my cheeks. He did these things to me.

"Oh, really? Yuki's doing well?"

"Well, I would assume you would know, seeing as you guys are attached at the hip. I don't know about that, Haru. I like you, but I hate Yuki. He's so self-centered. Are you sure he's a good best friend?"

I was taken aback at Kyo striking up such a...well, such a deep subject. He wasn't usually like this. Usually, he wanted to discuss martial arts, breaking things (more often than not, those "things" were parts of Yuki), or more martial arts.

"He's kind, Kyo. He really is. If you guys could see past your 'differences,' you'd see that the two of you are uncannily alike."

"Ooh, nice word Haru. Have you been reading the dictionary again?"

I laughed again, "Is Yuki there, by any chance?"

Sigh on the other end, "yeah, but he's helping the girl with her homework. She's such a DITZ, Haru! It's almost laughable, really...do you want me to interrupt?"

"No need. I'll probably talk to him later."

"OK, then. See ya tomorrow maybe?"

"Maybe. Later."

I hung up, scratched my head, and slumped down on my bed.

My lovely Yuki-kun...

He never called me back.

An easy overlook. He probably had just forgotten.

But then I got word of Tohru through Momiji. Apparently Kyo and Yuki both loved her so so much. And I just had to meet her, because she was just so sugary sweet.

Fat chance in hell, I'd meet her.

I went Black on my room.

Yuki held my hand.

He cared for me.

He loved me.

Who was this girl?

Maybe I should go to meet her.

So I went. I got lost. For three days.

I eventually got my bearings straight, however, and caught up with the three of them when they were in the middle of gym class.

She was way. Too. Perfect.

And I rather foolishly expressed my feelings for Yuki in front of everyone.

"I'll make you mine."

He responded to me like I was some sort of kid. Thinking that I, in my Black state, was in an altered childish, tantrum-y state.

"So you'll make me yours. Then what will you do?"

What the fuck was he playing at?

I walked home with them. Yuki had an attack, so I made sure he got home safely.

Then, I realized that all of a sudden, this strong love that we shared, was beginning to feel like it was awfully one-sided.

I called him on it.

"Yuki, we need to talk." I cornered him in the kitchen when he was looking for something to drink.

"What about?" he said nonchalantly.

"Oh, I think you know."

"If this is about our relationship..." he trailed off and dodged me to get a glass in the cabinet.

"What's the matter with you!" I almost screamed at his back. "It's like you're a different person from the Yuki I knew two weeks ago! Is this some game that you're playing?"

He turned around, bewildered, with a glass in his hand. He walked swiftly towards me, and stopped, mere inches from my face.

"I don't regret what we did," he said, barely above a whisper, "but I have to tell you the truth, OK?"

I felt my stomach drop.

"Tell me. What's this thing that you have to confess?"

He shot me a glare with those eyes, "I LIKE Ms. Honda. I like her A LOT. I could see myself going OUT with her. So this thing that we have...has got to STOP."

I didn't realize that my breathing had sped up incredibly. I was angry. The color rose in my cheeks. It took all I had to restrain myself from throwing him against a wall.

"...What did you say? Are you breaking up with me!"

"...Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Yuki!" he started to leave.

He turned back towards me, "What do you have to say to me, Hatsuharu? Say it quickly, because this is over."

I was dumbfounded, "I thought you loved me."

He smirked.

And left.

Just like that.

MOTHERFUCKER.

Looking back on what happened that day, it seems like all that had unfolded so quickly. But in fact, I had all the warning signs previously. I was just too stupid to notice them.

I felt like an idiot. I had fallen into the category of a stereotypical teen romance.

Yuki. He seduced me with those eyes, that hair, his ways, his cute little giggle, his smile, his kindness. Everything.

But underneath it all, he was just afraid of being revealed.

That he liked me back.

That he got aroused by a guy.

That he was "abnormal." Abnormal, my ass.

He was afraid that she would reject him if she knew his past. His "dirty little secret," that he was my boyfriend. That we were together.

From then on, I began to lose my grip.

On him.

On myself.

On everything.

So, as I said, reviews are love, Haru will die, blah blah blah...PLEASE read and review. It spurs me on to write. Domo arigato! (bows)

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