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Here's chapter 2! Please review!!!
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The Light of Your Eyes
It's…. It's happened again…Tohru thought, miserably. That officially took two people away from her life that were lost to car accidents. Both of which the victims weren't even in a vehicle.
A light knock emitted from the doorway, causing the distraught brunette to jump. She glanced over her shoulder.
Yuki Sohma stood under the threshold, looking sorrowfully toward Tohru with blazing eyes of violet. "Are… are you okay?" he questioned. His voice cracked slightly.
Tohru attempted a small smile, then replied, "Yes. It's sad, but I'm sure Momiji would be unhappy to see all of us crying over him." She stood, flattening her black attire. The funeral was soon, and both teens were dressed in their finest. "He'd want us to be happy, and enjoy our own lives- to smile because we knew him, not cry because he's gone."
Yuki couldn't help but grin. Where does she get those analogies from? he wondered. He held out a soft, pale hand to Tohru. "Well, either way, we're sad to lose him. We must be going."
Kyo burst through the door. "Hey, slowpokes!" he exclaimed. "Quit with the nostalgia and hurry it up! We got a funeral ta go ta!" His crimson eyes were troubled, showing the pain he was truly feeling. In a huff, he whisked himself away.
Yuki chucked slightly. Tohru accepted the rat's hand and began the decent of the stairs.
The ceremony was a small, unelaborated gathering. Momiji's father spoke on his behalf.
Akito sat close to Yuki, Tohru, and Kyo, so naturally Yuki was a little more than anxious to leave.
"Hey, Tohru," Kyo caught the blue-eyed girl's arm and looked her in the eye. "You ready ta go, or ya gonna stay a little longa?"
Tohru grinned back at him and replied, "I think I'll stay a little longer."
Kyo nodded, but his expression softened with sympathy. The light of the brunette's eyes brightened considerably and she smiled. "Don't worry! I'll be back in time to cook dinner!"
Orange-top snickered, turned, and left Tohru alone, dressed to the nines in the graveyard.
Tohru wandered back toward the small blonde's grave, laden with sadness. I feel so bad for Momiji's dad… she thought, her eyes downcast. He has no one to talk to about this, since his wife doesn't even know Momiji existed… Poor, poor man…
Visions of the young boy with kind, caramel eyes danced- almost literally- before her. (In her mind, that is…)
'Tohru! Let's sing a song, okay?' he cooed, smiling and laughing. He always smiled. It was almost as if he'd never seen a bad day…
'But, unlike Momma, I want to keep all my memories… good or bad… I'll cherish them all!'
Tears welled up in her eyes. She would always cherish her memories of Momiji, even the painful ones like this.
Looking up, she saw Momiji's final resting place. To her surprise, someone had beat her to the place. He was sitting on the ground, tears running steadily down his cheeks.
Another surprise was that he had been the one person who hadn't come to the ceremony.
A small sniffle emanated from the boy.
A twig cracked under Tohru's foot, and the boy jumped, turning around to see her.
"Tohru?"