A/N: I'm going to be honest with you, I haven't read Fruit's Basket in quite awhile so the personalities of the characters may be off. Write a review if you want, thanks for reading, and I don't own any of this yada yada. TW: Detailed bulimia from the beginning.

It was more disgusting than anything, really. The vile nature of what he was doing almost outweighed the guilt he felt after eating so much. Kyo held his fingers in his throat for a few seconds more, feeling his stomach contract, and finally release more vomit into the porcelain bowl below his red, sweaty face. He coughed and took a moment to catch his breath, before jamming his fingers into his throat once more until he threw up again. This time, he could only taste the bitter, rancid flavor of bile. The taste made him gag again. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, his nose running, fluid dripping into the toilet with the vomit. 'Absolutely disgusting, why would I do this?' He asked himself in his head. He opened his eyes and met the contents of his stomach and blood. His nose had started bleeding again from all the vomiting. Kyo coughed and stood up. He ripped off a piece of toilet paper and stuffed it up his nose so he could go clean up everything else. After he flushed the toilet, he repeated his usual routine of thoroughly washing his hands, his face, rinsing out his mouth, and finally taking care of the murder scene in his nose.

"Damn" he muttered to himself.

When he was finished, he straightened his uniform out and went back to the roof to spend the rest of the lunch break in silence. What he didn't expect when he got up there was Tohru Honda.

"I already see you enough at home, why do you have to be up on the roof too?" He asked, very quietly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. What are you doing up here?"

"I knew you'd be up here. Kyo, I want to talk to you" replied Tohru. 'Shit,' he thought. He slowly nodded for her to go on.

"You've been really distant lately. Shigure and I are worried. Even Yuki was asking me what was wrong with you."

"You're just being paranoid. That damn rat had never given a crap about me, and there's no reason he'd start now. Look, just forget about it." Kyo grumbled. He sniffled as he felt his nose start to run again, unsure whether it was mucus or blood at the moment.

"Well, alright, I guess... But Kyo, if you want to talk, I'm always here. We all are. We care about you more than you think" Tohru said, her voice laced with concern. At that moment, Kyo got an answer to his question. His nose started dripping blood and his arms whipped up to catch the drops instinctively. Tohru started panicking and trying to help him take care of it, as expected from such a girl. She fussed over him for awhile as he tried nudging her away.

Finally the bell rang and Kyo was back in his seat faster than a cat avoiding bath time. Most of his time was spent sitting and letting his mind wander as he doodled in the margins of his papers. He made it to the end of the day with little effort.

By the time Kyo got home, Tohru was already preparing dinner. He realized that he must have lost track of time and got distracted walking home. He didn't really remember any of this, however. Kyo sat down, hunched over slightly. Shigure and Yuki joined him at the table.

"Oh Tohru, I can't wait to see what sort of delicious meal you've prepared for us tonight!" Shigure said, his voice making Kyo visibly cringe.

"Hello cat. Glad to see you've decided to join us" Yuki said, making Kyo curl up more, his arms crossed with annoyance. Tohru put plates full of food down in front of everyone, then sat down with everyone. They all ate in silence for a few minutes.

Kyo stared at his food, his palms becoming sweaty. He felt his face heat up in fear. He saw Tohru's eyes fall upon his still-full plate and he immediately scooped a large portion of food into his mouth. He swallowed it and his stomach lurched. He continued his process until all the food was gone. Damn, it was good, but he knew he shouldn't have eaten like that. He wrung his bony hands and bounced his leg anxiously. After a few more minutes of him watching everyone else eat, he stood up quickly and picked up his dishes.

"Thank you for the meal Tohru I have to uh, go do homework or something." He made sure to put a slightly pissed look on his face in an attempt to lower any suspicions. He went and washed his dishes and rushed to the bathroom.

After making sure no one could hear him, he began the process of expelling the calories from his body. He had some trouble at first, but within a few minutes his fingers were coated with viscous saliva and vomit, his knuckles red and scraped. He continued to vomit until he heard a pounding on the door. He didn't even manage a full "Don't come in" before the door flew open, the lock failing the strength of Yuki's foot. Kyo reacted instantly, kicking him violently in the stomach to back him out and slamming the door. He used the couple seconds he had to rinse off his face and hands and reach to flush the toilet. Yuki barged in again, watching as the vomit in the toilet swirled and went down the toilet.

"I can't believe you. I cannot believe what you are doing. Do you even fucking understand what you're doing?!" Yuki was furiously yelling at Kyo, and Kyo was backing up, his heart racing

"I-It's n-not what you think! I swear!"

"I'm not buying any of your shit anymore, Kyo, you need help. This is unacceptable!"

"Yuki no! Really, I'm fine! A-And why the hell do you care anyway?!" Kyo screeched, his tone changing.

"Don't try to turn this around! This isn't about you and me, this is about you and y-your, your bulimia!" Yuki stated, finding it hard to keep it together. "I-It can never be just about you, it will affect everyone... I don't care how much you hate eating or keeping food down or whatever, but you have to... you have to think about how much it would hurt Shigure, or Ayame, or Momiji, or worst of all, Tohru. I can't stand to see you like this. You look awful, you feel awful, and it makes me feel awful. Doesn't any of that matter to you, dumbass?"

Kyo stood in front of him, not really saying much. His nose began to bleed again and he grabbed some toilet paper and held the wad to his nose. Yuki wiped his eyes and left the bathroom.

Kyo stared at the blank ceiling of his hospital room, various hushed sounds of equipment falling upon his ears. His body was in much worse shape than anyone had expected. He was going to be released within the next couple of days if all went well. The hospital could help repair the damage done to his body, but only years worth of time passing could repair the relationships he fucked up at home.