Welcome, again! This, incase you haven't picked up on it already, is the sequel to "Dry Your Eyes". It's another fluffy-humorous oneshot with a ridiculous pairing. This, like the previous one, was supposed to be funny, but... I don't know if we did such a great job of that... I highly reccommend you read "Dry Your Eyes" before this one, if you haven't already. It'll make more sense.

Disclaimer: We're not cool enough to own Furuba.

Hiro layed on his small twin bed, staring at the ceiling above him,

"How...how could she love that cross dresser...It's so illogical...I cant even thing of something witty to make fun of them...him. Why Kisa...why Ayame?"

He sighed and rolled over, falling to the ground. His head smashed against the foot of his oak nightstand, but he ignored the pain.

"Mom! MOM!"

"Yes, Hiro?"

"I'm going out..."

"Okay, be back by dinner!"

He got up and climbed out of the window, dropping to the ground and walking away.

As he walked, it began to rain. His cowlicks (A/N: Or whatever they are) drooped, heavy with water.

He sighed, and picked up a brisk walk. Somehow, he found himself at Shii-san's house.

Before he reached the steps of Shigure's house, the panel opened with the sweet smile of Tohru.

"H-Hello! Hiro! I didn't know that you where coming! I should have gotten..."

Hiro sighed, walking in.

"Are you just going to ramble all day and let me get some sickness and die outside, or are you gonna let me in?"

He couldn't help but feel a bit happier... she seemed to always be the same way, stupid but some how wise. He could always seem to come to Tohru and treat her with disrespect and it would just go over her little brain...

He sighed. In a way, he'd always been fond of the brunette. Not that he loved her; he just couldn't help but smile at her up-beat nature and ditzy ranting.

He pushed his way into the house and sat down at the table, sighing again. She knelt next to him.

"Hiro... is everything alright...?" she asked softly, placing her hand on his.

Hiro starred blankly at her, unable to stop his cheeks from turning a light rose, "I am fine!" he stuttered.

Tohru tilted her head slightly, "Are you sure? You look like you have a temperature..." She placed her hand on his forehead.

He looked at her angelic face, marveling at her smooth, porcelain skin and shimmering, mystical, dazzling blue eyes. He turned his head, her hand falling from his forehead.

"Truthfully, I... am a bit upset..."

"Ahh..." Without a thought, Tohru hugged Hiro, the room filled with smoke.

But, when it lifted, Hiro was still sitting there.

"Eh...?"

"My curse... is gone...? I thought... only true love..."

She blinked, "True love?"

"The curse... it's supposed to be lifted when one falls in love... Kisa and I... we always wondered why ours never broke, but..."

Fleeting images of Kisa and her new beau, Ayame, flew through his mind.

Tohru looked him in the eyes, tears racing each other down her smooth cheeks.

"Hiro... I am so sorry! You must be so lonely!"

He blinked and hugged her, "Relax..."

When he let go, brushed the tears from her beautiful face.

Her skin is so smooth... he thought for about the thousandth time in this fanfic.

Suddenly, he couldn't contain himself. His need to feel loved, his yearning to hold her in his arms, his wanting someone to want him... they all drove him to do the one thing he'd thought he'd never do.

As the gap between their lips closed completely, Hiro smiled.

I love Tohru... that wasn't so hard to say. Maybe... maybe she loves me, too...

As they pulled away, he smiled at her.

"Tohru... I... I'm in love with you."

"Hiro... you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that..."