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I don't remember being sent flying. Don't remember being hit. I just know how it felt to land. There was no pain… not yet anyway. I felt the breath get knocked out of me. Felt myself roll before stopping on my back. Felt myself draining.

I was awake, conscious, even though I couldn't see, couldn't hear. But I couldn't let go, couldn't just fall asleep… I'd transform. I couldn't let that happen yet.

I needed to phone home.

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"Oh my god…" Kakeru breathed, already running for the fallen teen, the car speeding away, too fast for him to catch the license plate. "Oh god, Kyo?"

Crimson irises blinked sluggishly, unfocused. The dark-haired teen fell to his knees, hand reaching out to brush matted bangs away from a forehead gash. A whimper escaped parted lips. He couldn't tell if he had made the sound, or if Kyo had.

How the hell had this happened? This… this… The wounded teen coughed, blood sprayed up, catching him in the face. Kakeru didn't react, only moving closer to wipe the red liquid from soft lips.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay." he whispered, voice catching when those eyes, the color of blood, fell on him. He fumbled for his cell. Fingers speed dialling the emergency number.

"A-are y'…okay?" the red-headed Sohma slurred.

Kakeru bit back a sob. He tore at his shirt, hastily ripping off a piece to staunch the flow of Kyo's head wound.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." he said, tears threatening to fall.

"Tha-…s'good."

"Police, Fire, or Ambulance?" he jerked at the sound. Forgetting in that moment that he'd been waiting for someone to pick up. He turned his head away, trying to collect himself.

"Ye-…" A hand suddenly snaked it's way up, grabbing the phone, disconnecting the call. The brown-eyed teen looked towards the Sohma, confusion in his eyes. Kyo was slowly tapping in a number. One that was clearly not 911.

"Kyo, no, you need help." Kakeru soothed, reaching for his phone; which swerved just out of his grasp.

"Ph-phone…'ome." Kyo rasped, noticeably more lucid, trying to explain himself. He hit send.

Kakeru wanted to end the call, and was going to. Kyo needed medical help, but someone picked up.

"Moshi moshi, Sohma residence."

It was Yuki.

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Yuki quickly paled not soon after picking up the phone. For the first time relieved Tohru was spending the week-end at Hanajima-san's.

"How bad is he hurt? Can you tell?" he demanded, motioning for Shigure to come closer. He growled suddenly. "Where are you?…okay that's not far from here, I'm coming. Don't call anyone. I mean it. Don't."

The silver haired teen hung up with shaky hands. Looking to his older cousin who was as tense as he was but who didn't know why. He strengthened his resolve.

"Call Hatori. Kyo's been hit by a car." Yuki replied to the unasked questions, rushing into the living to grab the throw on the couch. "He's by our driveway entrance." he added hastily slipping on his shoes.

"I'll meet you over there." Shigure stated dialling the dragon's number.

Yuki was already out the door.

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Don't phone anyone? Kakeru thought incredulously. What they hell was Yuki thinking? Freaking right he was calling someone!

He dialled 911 again.

"Come on stay awake with me." He called noticing the faraway look in his school mates eyes. Crimson was starting to dribble out of his mouth, he hadn't tried speaking again after handing the phone over.

"Polic-..."

"Yes! I need an ambulance my friends been-" the slim cell went flying breaking over the cement. Shocked he turned to see an infuriated Yuki, slightly out of breath.

"What did I tell you? !" the silver-haired teen yelled, usually chilled eyes ablaze with anger… and fear? Kakeru was shoved aside with more force than he thought the Sohma possessed.

"Kyo needs help!" he shouted enraged. Moving closer again. Yuki shot him a look before going back to his cousin.

"Kyo, can you hear me?" The silver haired Sohma asked softly, hands moving deftly over the laying teen. Kakeru watched in confusion. What was going on here? "How bad do you hurt?"

"Y-you have to…a-ask, you r-rat bast'rd?" Kyo weakly slurred. The older of the two smiled ever so faintly.

When Yuki seemed to be satisfied with his examination, he wrapped a woven blanket over the red-heads body, to keep him from the nights chill.

"Why won't you let me phone help?" Kakeru hissed, for the first time not liking this person before him.

"Look you don't understand." Yuki replied, feeling guilty for how he treated his friend. "It's-…"

An orange smoke suddenly engulfed Kyo with a faint pop. Kakeru jumped back.

"Shit." Yuki muttered, taking in the orange feline. Glancing at the stunned teen, he saw Shigure making his way over. He turned back to the cat.

"This is why." he stated tonelessly.

Kakeru could only stare at the spot Kyo had been laying moments before. Where an orange tabby was now laying.

"What?" he asked, a question spoken under his breath.

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A/N

Sorry it took so long! When I was starting to write I couldn't get it how I wanted it. But I found it. So what do you think? Tell me your thoughts.

Cian