It was one of those days when he had chosen to go to the gardens and reflect on what had truly weighed him down. The memory of Tohru, clinging with small beads of water and salt stuck in the corners of her eyes, and still she kept clinging as a giant ginger beast stood before her raging and the stench rising in a sweltering heat. That was the night that he had lost Miss Honda, which was the night that the Cat had finally won. He hadn't meant to worry anyone, but he had to get away for his feelings had felt as heavy as lead, when he thought back to losing to that cat. He had won the one thing that Yuki had wanted and during that sweltering summer heat…he just wanted anything to help him forget that he had lost his ray of sunshine to a stormy cloud.

It wasn't Yuki's intention to be out so late, or to naturally have become stricken with an asthma attack, not that it would be anyone's intention. Least of all had he expected anyone to truly worry about him, but as it had seemed someone had to the point of becoming sickly for him. His weakened body might have been suffering on its' own, but it he was not about to let that Cat tell him he could not rest at the bedside of the boy who saved him. It was not in Yuki's nature to do anything less than express himself immediately with the sweetest and earnest of words, exclaiming fault where it was his to claim, and showing gratitude where it was his place to show it. He stepped with exhaustion weighing his every step, a slight fever soaking over his forehead. It was not much of a stretch to walk to Kyo's room from his own, however, and he was able to make it without breaking too much of a sweat. Every limb was a labored movement because of the level of exhaustion and strain his body withstood but he knew with more rest that he would be fine. For now, he sat in the chair beside the sleeping Bovine, the strands of black and white clashing as they poked out from the blankets they were hiding under. He sat in a wooden chair by Haru's bedside just watching the intake of breath followed by the exhaling process. He was glad that the cow was safe. He might have been sick but Yuki would sit by his bedside and wait for him to feel better…it was the least he could do for his friend.

"Why'd you have to run out there, Haru? You got very sick, and it's my fault," he said so softly that it was but a whisper of words, like the wind softly blowing to the trees. "You could have gotten lost too, you have a really bad sense of direction…You know that." Somehow, it felt good to scold the unconscious cow…it felt right but still it didn't seem that effective in the long run.

"He did it because he cares and he worries about you, Yuki," said a slack formed male, he stood in the doorway, his black hair a shaggy mess and his robes just hanging loosely off on him. Shigure was always very happy go lucky when it came to most things, including his appearance. "We all do, and you shouldn't run away like that again."

"I won't, I'm sorry I worried everyone. I truly am sorry," he said, his eyes hovering over the form of the sleeping teen. He was younger than him but it was times like these that Haru had showed his maturity.

"It's alright, que sera sera, and all that! That's what I always say! Besides, maybe Tohru will make us some of her delicious soup for Haru! So there's always something good to come of things even as bad as this!"

"Why does it sound like you are happy Haru's sick for your chances to exploit him for Tohru's cooking?"

"No, no, not at all! What gave you that idea? But seriously, Yuki, don't be too hard on yourself, okay?" He called out as he retreated out of the room, frolicking as he most likely began to call out Tohru's name in the off chance he could get some of her cooking. It was the usual Shigure alright…and Miss Tohru would always say yes. That was just the kind of person she was…she was kind, kind like Haru.

"What's all that noise about?" A loud murmur then came from the bed covers. The monotone of it was calm and groggy, but all the same it sounded like typical White Haru.

"Just Shigure trying to use you to get food, you should rest now, Haru."

"Yuki!" All of a sudden there was a push of the covers and half way through Yuki's words Haru's appearance was made clear and his outburst cut right through the rat's words. "Yuuki," he said, his eyes solely on the purplish haired male.

"You are okay then…good."

"Yes, Haru, I'm okay. I'm really sorry I worried you, and I'm very sorry that you got sick looking for me."

Haru seemed to have leaned back again, exhaustion weighing heavily over him, his lids closing as he murmured something like "at least you are safe…"but it was almost a lost whisper...the weight of the cold he was experiencing was weighing heavily on him.

"Get some rest, Haru. I will be here when you wake." And so it was, that the cow had his rat and the rat had his cow, as the intertwining fingertips stayed together in a loving hold.