Tohru's Problem- A Storm Brews

As they enter the house Shigure yawns. "Driving always makes me hungry."

"I'll fix something up," Tohru offered, "if you'll tell me what you want."

"Surprise me." Tohru walked into the kitchen and tried to contemplate what to fix for Shigure and the others. Maybe some American food? She had meant to check out a book about cooking American food, but she just had to get kicked out of school early. 'I bet that I could look up some recipes on Shigure's computer.' She thought to herself.

Just as she was about to leave the kitchen she saw Yuki coming through the door. "I've got something to show you, want to come?"

"Well, I was fixing dinner for Shigure."

"Nevermind that old sick dog, come with me. But you don't have to if you don't want to."

"You've got me curious now," Tohru similed, "I want to see it."

"Okay," Yuki grabbed her by the hand and led her out the nearest door. The crisp, clean air slapped her face. It was cooler than usual for this time of year. Not to mention that it was a bit of an overcast day.

"Hold on Yuki, I have to get my coat"

Yuki sat down on the back porch as he waited for her. A cool breeze rustled his hair, he promptly smoothed it back. He had been concerned with his looks lately, to but it bluntly, he wanted to look nice for Tohru. Yuki looked up and toward the forests, The leaves were just starting to transform into their colors. It was funny how toward the end of their lives was their most wondrous point. It was as if they used every last bit of strength to shine for their last few weeks, since they were going to fall to their death anyway. He supposed that it was like people suffering long term illnesses. They always seemed to be getting better, and then, just die.

While he was in the forest he was planning on asking Tohru about her father, why had she said that she hates him? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? 'Well, so was her non-existent sister. I guess that's what I am going to be asking about.'

"I'm ready." Yuki's train of thought was broken. She had gone to her room and fetched a nice woven sweater, one of Yuki's personal favorites for her to wear, along with a matching skirt and some boots he had never seen before. They rose to her knees, and they were laced up all the way. Leather and black, they in no way matched the rest of the ensemble.

"Are those new?" Yuki asked Tohru pointing at her boots.

"Yeah, they are." She said crossing the porch and sitting down beside him. "Well, this is the first time I've worn them. I really bought them about a month ago. So, where are we off too?"

"My secret base," he said taking her hand as she stood up.

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Kyo stood up from under the bridge and circled around and started out across it, with absolutely no idea where he was going. He wished he had remembered a jacket when he had run away, it was getting a bit chilly out here. He looked to the sky as a breeze, the same one rustling Yuki's hair as he sat thinking of leaves on the back porch, blew past chilling him more. He had remembered money however, and he saw a nice little diner up ahead to the left. He made his way up the road until he was right in front of the diner. As he was crossing the road, thunder clapped overhead.

He looked through the windows and saw a swoosh of blonde hair, he immediately knew who it was. Akina.

He entered the diner and sat two tales down from Akina, just close enough to eavesdrop, yet far enough to not be suspicious.

She was with a man, much older. Maybe around forty. On top of his head his hair was starting to thin, and his exposed scalp was shining. His face looked a bit as if he was trying to get over a slight hangover. The unshaven 5:00 shadow, greasiness, and dark, drooping shadows underneath his eyes just added to that effect. His tie was loose and put on sloppily over his wrinkled shirt. And, if Kyo wasn't mistaken, his hands were shaking a bit. Akina did not look too happy to be seen here with him.

"What can I get you to drink?" asked the waitress. 'She must be American,' Kyo thought to himself. Her accent was slow, and she pronounced each word separately, and the syllables harshly. He looked up at her and his suspicions were proved, her features did just the trick.

"Is this an American restaurant?" Kyo asked, trying not to sound rude.

"Well, of corse it is! Don't you read signs before you go in places?" her voice was stabbing Kyo's ears and driving him insane. He hated their accents. "May I get you anything to drink, sir?"

"Um…What's a big favorite back in America?"

"Coke," she said flatly. What a strange word, Kyo thought.

"Ok whatever," she walked away, offended by his 'whatever' attitude.

"…did that to me. Also, look at this bruise on my arm that she did." Kyo started to listen to the conversation.

"She seriously did this to you honey?" Kyo was confused why he was calling her honey, was he possibly their dad? "Maybe I should, erm, punish her." His face twisted into a seriously evil smirk, and it seemed to make waves of wrinkles in all of the grease. Akina similed.

"You mean in the same way as you did the other night just for fun?" The man nodded.

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As Kyo sat listening, the fan club girls had another meeting. In this meeting they decided upon a plan that would bring the witch's demon down. It consisted of-

Giving her food poising by mixing it into all of the food in her fridge when she wasn't looking.

Making her 'misplace' her homework making her have to study harder to bring up her grades. And finally,

Releasing rats in her house just because they were as nasty and vile as her friend Tohru(in their eyes)

They knew that this wouldn't completely eliminate her, but it would at least take her out of the picture for a bit.