Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Okay. Before I continue, I think I should explain something about two of the main characters that I usually write with. Hatori and Akito.

Let's start off with Akito: Unfortunately for Akito, in my stories, not only is he a blumbering idiot, he's also very childish - and he's nothing like the anime or the manga. My friends even told me that I'd reversed his personality and they couldn't tell who he was. If it's the same for you, sorry. I don't plan to change it though, an Akito that devours Party Cups and speaks his mind more freely should have free reign over the world! Mwha-ha-ha-ha.

Now to Hatori: I was actually surprised I didn't get bashed by Hatori lovers for the A Trip to the Bookstore chapter, and I mean really surprised. Yes, in my stories, Hatori is a pervert,it might not be noticeable, butit seems to be opening up to Tohru and co. Of course, this adds to my humour.

Also, a word of warning for this chapter. It's not very funny. I was going: "Aw crap. Kowasu's supposed to bea comic relief... why the hell did I make it seem like a drama?" while writing it, but Kowasu will become the comic relief in hopefully my next story. Until then, thanks for all your reviews, and please don't kill me for the lack of humour in this chapter.

Cleaning up the Attic

"Please, you don't have to bother yourself, Kyo." Tohru said, looking at the orange haired teen who had fallen several times from the ladder that lead up to the attic.

Of course, Yuki found this hilarious, and he hadn't let the Cat let it down. Had it been anybody else, Yuki wouldn't have even batted an eyelash.

CRASH!

Kyo had missed the same bit of the ladder four times. It was almost as if it was disappearing from under him, and he swore he'd been pushed. He'd attempted to grab onto the other stair, but that too, appeared to be just out of his grip, and he fell, colliding with the floor, the box of knickknacks he'd been carrying smashed for the seventh time that morning, and Kyo was left with yet another bruise.

"Ignore him, Honda-san. The stupid cat can't even pick up a book without spearing it."

"SHUT UP YOU DAMN RAT!" Kyo spluttered, trying to get up from his perch and into a fighting stance, but slipped on a ping pong ball and fell down again.

It had taken Kyo over 20 times to actually get up to the attic, and after the 13th time, Yuki and Tohru had stopped caring, and left him to his own demise. But, finally, he found himself securely on the landing. He paused, looking over to try and locate Yuki and Tohru, and surprisingly found them looking very depressed in front of a pile of boxes.

He set his own box aside, and strolled up to them, instantly falling into a depression with the other pair. Every box had its own label, but they all said the same thing; "Shigure and Hatori's stash. Not to be touched by people with untainted hands."

Untainted… hands? Of course, Yuki and Kyo didn't have to open up the box to know what was inside of it. Unfortunately, Tohru was about as dense as a stick, and she flipped open the lid, and pulled out one of its contents.

"I wonder what it is?"

She was silent for a moment, before she sweat dropped, let out an almighty scream, threw the object, and ran down the stairs and probably to the comfort of her bedroom.

Yuki retrieved the object, and slotted it back with the others. "I'm surprised he has this many." Yuki said, resisting an urge to go through one of them. The magazines were just so damn tempting, and Hatori had said that healthy men read this kind of stuff, didn't he?

"It couldn't hurt, could it?" Kyo asked, noticing that Yuki was trying to fight the force as much as he was.

Yuki pondered for a moment. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, just so long as Honda-san doesn't see us."

"We burn them afterwards." Kyo muttered.

"Agreed." Yuki said, and slowly, both hands reached in unison for one of the magazines, which they picked randomly. They were all the same after all. So, settling themselves down, they began to flick through the magazine.

Two hours later, Tohru had finally decided to show herself, and Yuki and Kyo had been so disgusted with the contents of the magazines – or so they said – that they'd shoved them back in the box roughly. However, both knew that when nobody was around, they'd be back for more.

Tohru, however, was completely oblivious to their little secret.

"So, Shigure said we were to clean out the attic, right?" Tohru asked, side glancing towards the boxes that she'd decided were out to get her.

Kyo and Yuki sighed. "Yeah, but I don't see why that damn dog can't do it himself."

"So, uh, I'll do this side, and you guys do that side, okay?" Tohru said, indicating with her finger which side she wanted, and that was the one away from the boxes.

Yuki pondered. "You know, Honda-san, those boxes aren't out to get you."

"No, but I am."

"Oh are you really?" Yuki stated, turning around swiftly, expecting to see Kyo or Shigure playing a trick, but the hazy image he was confronted with made his hair stand on end. They both went pale.

It was a human figure, that was for sure. He was dressed in traditional Samurai clothes, but had a katana lodged through one side of him to the other. Also, his eyes were covered with a bandage, but his hair was orange and messed up.

"…"

"I assume you're all wondering who I am." The figure said crossing his arms over his chest. He hadn't even noticed that Yuki and Tohru had passed out. However, Kyo had noticed him, and took a firm handle on the broom. So this is what had been making perverted noises in the attic for the last three months.

"I am Sohma Kowasu."

A Sohma? If Yuki and Tohru were awake to hear this, they would have probably died of shock. Luckily they weren't, because their drained faces showed that their fright had nearly killed them.

"… Wow. You didn't faint. And I hear you call for your Mummy all the time. Okay, so it's all in your dreams but…" Kowasu started, looking Kyo up and down. Kyo, on the other hand, was fuming. "it was very brave of you to read Shigu- Hey!"

Kyo's arm had penetrated Kowasu's stomach.

"Well you're a nice person." Kowasu said sarcastically, attempting to pull the Katana out of his stomach, "Damn thing. Won't budge. It never comes out when I need it too! … I must have slept on it wrong."

He paused again, noticing the look on Kyo's face.

"Hey, I know, kid, let's draw on their faces and make them French!"

Until next time, signing out.