Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, or Furuba sadly.

A/N: Wow thank you guys! I'll thank the individuals who left anonymous reviews on this chapter: hrtSakura (are you the same one?) Tawny and Horseprincess. And thank you to all of my regular reviewers! I liked the suggestions too. It is important to know this: For this chapter, the confessional parts will be told from each girl's point of view, that is the emotional and things they were feeling and stuff. Their thoughts and feelings will be in italics and the rest of what's happening will be told normal, but as you all know it's in the past

Chapter 14: The Webs We Weave…

When I moved to North America, I had been moving from the wonderful place called South America. I did not want to move; I was only eleven and I did not understand anything that was going on. We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and I was not happy…

"Mom, Dad, it's not that different."

The young Catalyna sat comfortably on the apartment living room floor with her legs crossed Indian style. She looked from her mother to her father, trying to convince them without the millions of words she had already spoken.

"Sweetheart, you'll love it here." Catalyna's father spoke with a low but kind and gentle voice. He was very tall, above six feet, and had a thin build and square metal-rimmed black glasses resting on his nose that clashed horribly with his light skin. His overall appearance seemed like he spent most of his child hood pouring over Star Wars books and pretending to be Yoda with a fake 'force'.

Catalyna began to pout her lip out, a habit her mother had come to find very annoying for a young lady.

"Catalyna, do not pout at your father." Her mother spoke firmly but gently, and pointed toward the girl's bedroom to signal 'go to bed'.

"Darn…" Catalyna got up off the floor and hugged each of her parent's goodnight, and then ran in to her room and shut the door behind her. "I don't want to go to school tomorrow." She pouted to herself as she dressed in her pajamas which consisted of a t-shirt and shorts, and then shut off her light and climbed in to bed. She looked at the time and seen it was now ten thirty four, and she was not the least bit tired.

"I should be asleep already." She whispered to herself. She shut her eyes and tried to count to one hundred, a trick her father had taught her to fall asleep. Just as she reached number forty seven, she could hear the voices of her mother and father arguing as quietly as they could.

She quickly got out of bed and opened her door a slit; enough to hear and see the conversation.

"Jesse, we can't just tell her!" She watched her mother and father as they sat on the couch facing one another. Her mother was trying to convince her father of something she had not caught in time.

"Well, what are we supposed to do if he shows up out here?" Her father asked in a worried tone. "He's a murdering lunatic, who knows what he'll do."

Catalyna watched as her mother folded her arms across her chest stubbornly and she wondered who they were saying is a 'murderer'.

"Look, Florentina," Her father scooted closer to her mother and put his arm around her lovingly. "I don't want her to know either, but if it can save her, don't you think it's worth it?"

Florentina shifted her eyes around the room, and then sighed in defeat. "Yes, it would be worth it, but when should we…?"

"Tomorrow." Jesse grabbed her hand gently and kissed her fingers. "You should go make sure she's sleeping."

Catalyna darted to her bed as her mother got off the couch and headed toward her door. She turned and tried to act like she was asleep.

The creak of the door opening was followed by her mother's voice. "Catalyna, are you asleep?"

Catalyna did not respond, and then she heard the creak of the door shutting. With her mother safely out of the room she turned over and faced the ceiling, wondering what her parents could possibly need to tell her about a murderer.

The next afternoon Catalyna had made it through her entire school day, which she thought was boring. It was a little cold and where she now lived did not sell jackets since it's mostly hot in Florida, and so she shivered slightly at the eighty degree weather. She now was walking home, her school day consisting of walking between seven classes at a one story middle school that was fairly old and had a population of maybe some two hundred students.

"Stupid place…" She kept mumbling things like this to herself all the way down the busy sidewalk, hoping that some magic would be granted and she could go back to her wonderful life in South America. "Dumb place…"

As her feet turned her down the street leading to the apartment building she now lived in, she noticed a long white limo parked at the very end, far away from everything. It looked magnificent, like some kind of celebrity was in the back. She kept walking slowly without taking her eyes off of it and soon reached the gate that circled the building. She looked around and then made her way through the entrance and in to the small apartment.

"Catalyna, we need to talk to you."

A few hours after she had arrived home she was sitting at the eating table cross legged on the floor right in front of her parents who were sitting on the couch. She looked up at their serious expressions, getting the feeling that it was about the conversation she overheard the other night.

She had been working on some home work and so set down her pencil on top of the unfinished question worksheet and gave the two her full attention. "Okay."

"This is really," Her father glanced at her mother as his expression showed he was searching for a right word. "Shocking, and not very fair to you…"

"You see, sweetheart," her mother placed her hand on her father's knee and glanced at him with the worry etched across her features. "We moved here for a reason, and it's because…" She trailed off and looked to the father for help.

Jesse looked at the wonder filled face of his daughter and then proceeded with the truth. "There's a man who we need to stay away from… he doesn't like me very much because…"

Catalyna watched as her parents kept nervously trying to pass the words to one another, and she tried to urge them on. "What is it?" She asked in her innocent voice.

"Catalyna," Her father sat up straight and looked her directly in the eyes. "I'm not your real father."

My heart sank when I heard those words; it was like being slapped in the face by the person you trusted and loved the most. Mom and Dad proceeded to tell me that my real father's name was Angelo Lorenzo; he was a distant cousin of the man I had grown to know as my father, Jesse Lorenzo. Mom told me that she and the man called Angelo, had a brief relationship in which she got pregnant. When she told him, he slapped her and wanted nothing to do with her; then she met Jesse. He picked her life back up and when I was born Angelo signed over his parental rights to him, and then went on his way. But apparently he had shown up at our home in South America one year before we moved, demanding that I join his 'family' and help with the rivalries and business. When my mom refused he threatened to kill my father, and so we skipped town and moved to the United States. After they informed me, they warned me to never speak to him if I were to run in to him…

But I was a pretty smart kid…

Weeks after being informed of her real father, Catalyna set out and searched her entire house for legal records. One day when her Mom and Dad were gone, she quickly searched through her birth records and found a picture of the man Angelo; he was short, dark, and looked as though he were a business man. She decided that was all she could do for now; know what he looks like.

"I'm hungry…" Catalyna put the records back and then left her apartment and made her way to the small Quick Stop that was conveniently across the street. Before she could enter though, the long white limousine she had seen before caught her eye.

It was at the end of the street and there was a man leaning against it. A tall man who was tan and wearing a black suit. She decided she was too hungry to think about anything other than eating, so she walked in to the small store and grabbed a pack of gummy worms from isle four, then paid and made her way out of the store.

"Oh!" She gasped as she accidentally ran in to the abdomen of the man who she had seen leaning against the limo. "Uh s-s-sorry, excuse me." She stuttered as she walked around him.

"You're cute."

She turned around at the sound of the low monotone voice of the tall man; she seen that up close he looked mid-aged and his shoulder length black hair was slicked back. The thing that struck her most was his eyes; the brightest green she had ever seen in her life.

"Hello." He turned around and stuck his hand out with a friendly smile. "My name is Xavier, what is yours?"

She looked at his large hand suspiciously, knowing that she was not supposed to talk to strangers. But as she looked up at him, his genuine smile won her over and so she took his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Catalyna."

"Catalyna." He repeated her name in his monotone dully. "That's a very pretty name; how old are you, Catalyna?"

Catalyna smiled now and folded her hands together behind her back. "I'm eleven, but I'm going to be twelve this month." She said with a little enthusiasm.

"So you're a Libra…" He trailed off as he studied her face. "I hear Libras are very kind, is that true?"

"Well, my Dad's a Libra and he's the nicest man ever!" She smiled at the thought of her father; but then her mind began to spin. Jesse was a Libra, but she had no clue about the man Angelo.

"Judging by first impression," He smiled at her again. "Libras seem very kind."

That one encounter changed everything… but as I was just meeting this man, he was being fretted over somewhere across the seas and in the place called Japan…

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

Months after discovering the syringe in the pocket of Xavier, little Tohru tried to pluck up the courage to speak to her mother about it. Since the man had left on some sort of business trip and was currently away, the girl took her chance as she stood washing dishes with her mother at night.

Kyoko turned to her daughter. "Yeah, sure." She nodded as she scraped some leftovers in to a plastic container.

Tohru shut the faucet off and turned to her mother. "Does Xavier-san have diabetes?"

Kyoko shook her head and smiled. "Are you kidding? Have you seen how much chocolate and candy that man eats?" She laughed as she put the lid on the container and walked over to the fridge. "I think he would be dead by now if he did." She opened the fridge door and disappeared as she searched for a place to store the food. "Why do you ask, Tohru?"

"Eh?!" Tohru exclaimed, not expecting her mom to ask why. "I was just curious!" She searched her brain and quickly sputtered. "I-I seen him with s-some vegetables and he seemed worried about his health!!"

Kyoko stood up and shut the fridge door. "Okay.." She leaned against the fridge and folded her arms, giving Tohru a suspicious look. "What's really going on?"

"Uh, um…that is…uh…" Tohru fiddled around with her fingers and then decided the truth would be best. "I found a syringe in his pocket…a few months ago."

She looked up as her mom cocked an eyebrow and then stood up straight and made to walk out of the kitchen. "Oh." Was all she said as she disappeared in to the living room.

I couldn't believe Mom just brushed it off. I did not want to tell her, but at that point in time I had come to find that Xavier-san really was a drug addict. I had found a small pouch of white powder in his vehicle when he drove us to the store, which I later discovered was cocaine. Then, I came home and seen him sticking the needle in his arm; he was getting high on heroin. Another thing I had not had the courage to tell her was that he was bringing people over to the house while she was at work. I came home after school and he had a couple people there who looked just like him; business like. After I asked my mom, a year passed and everything got worse…

North America, one year later:

"But I really miss my friend!"

The now thirteen year old Catalyna sat comfortably in the passenger side of the red car as she was being driven to school. Her father Jesse was the driver and she had convinced him that she wanted to be dropped off at school because her knees were hurting . In truth, she had not wanted to walk to school because she would be by herself. A year ago she had met the man Xavier, and from that day he had walked with her to school and a little ways after school, but he had left the country about four months before and was to return within a few days; she could not wait.

"Who is this friend?" Her father asked as he glanced at her suspiciously. "You talk about this friend a lot, and we haven't even met whoever it is yet."

Catalyna turned to her father and began to pout. "Dad! You and Mom would embarrass me! I don't like when you meet my friends!"

"Okay," Her father tried to make a bargain with her as he shoved a finger behind his glasses to scratch at his eyelid. "But you really need to have us meet this friend one day, you've been going on about them for almost a year."

As they pulled in to the school Catalyna got out and bid her father goodbye. As she walked up the sidewalk toward her first class, a figure standing across the street caught the corner of her eye.

"Oh!" She gasped as she recognized the kind face of Xavier. She smiled and checked for cars, and then began to cross the street.

SCREEEEECCHHHH!

She turned and tensed as a black car came to a sudden halt in front of her and she hid her face. She looked up as the sound of foot steps and a car door opening met her ears and she seen Xavier standing next to her.

"You need to watch it, girl."

She looked at the man who had spoken and gasped. He, the man she had seen in the picture she had found a year ago, the father who signed over his parental rights stood glaring at her. She stood gaping at him as she seen he looked exactly like he did in the picture; short, dark and dressed like a business man. Then she looked at his eyes and her heart sunk when realization hit her. His eyes were the exact same color as Xavier's.

"Really, Angelo," The monotone voice of Xavier spoke from beside her. "You really did come out of no where, you can say sorry."

Catalyna did not take her eyes off the man Angelo as he took some steps toward her with an amused expression.

"Do I really have to say sorry?" He asked in a low voice, he glanced at Xavier and smirked. "Do I? Is there not a 'forgive and forget' thing between parents and their children?"

Catalyna took a few steps back to run but Xavier put his arm around her shoulder. "Catalyna, I'm sorry I neglected to tell you all this time that I know your father." He gestured to Angelo and smiled at her. "He's my brother, which makes me your Uncle."

"Catalyna!"

She turned as the voice of her father rang out from somewhere behind her. He was running at her full speed away from a parking space in front of the school with the driver's door left open.

"Dad!" Catalyna yelled and pulled away from Xavier. She ran toward her father with her arms out. "Dad!"

BANG!!

The gun shot rang out as she reached her father and embraced him tightly. She turned to see the man Angelo pointing a gun at them both and looking ready to shoot.

"Jesse!" Angelo held his arms out in a welcoming manner. "Aren't you going to greet me to this new country?" He motioned to Xavier who was now standing next to him. "Did you miss us? You just up and left without saying 'goodbye'."

Screams were erupting as students were getting on the floor and security guards were running toward the scene. Catalyna was shaking all over. The man she had met and befriended turned out to be nothing but an accomplice to the enemy, and her uncle!

"It's funny," Angelo's voice rang out again and drew the young girl's attention back to him. "You really look like her father, Jesse." His amused expression changed to a glare and he spoke in a darker tone. "But she's not yours, she's my blood, and she'll return to the family and fulfill her duty."

Catalyna watched as he suddenly motioned at her to come to him.

"Come here, Catalyna. Don't you want to know your-"

"Drop your weapon!"

About seven security and police men were suddenly in front of Catalyna and her father acting like a barrier between them and the crazed men.

Angelo dropped his gun in amusement and put his hands up in mock defeat, as did Xavier. Catalyna watched in fright as the two were arrested and she and her father were told to go down to the station for questioning.

I knew then that they were beyond dangerous people. They were arrested and then some how let out on bail, and then we moved to another side of town to avoid them. Mom was very angry at me for being too trusting of a man who seemed suspicious; I thought she would never forgive me. About a month passed by after that, before the real reason why I moved to Japan surfaced. It was supposed to be a normal day as I walked home from a new school.

"Don't look at anyone, don't make eye contact; don't look at anyone, don't make eye contact."

Catalyna repeated these words quietly to herself as she walked down the empty sidewalk to the place she would normally meet her father. These were the words her mother had drilled in to her brain, and they were the one thing that helped her avoid speaking to anyone for any reason, whether it is at school or anywhere else. She still could not believe that the man who was her biological father had tried to shoot at the man she felt truly was her father. She and her family had constantly prayed that somehow, everything would go away with them moving, which she believed was a bunch of crap.

She turned a corner and at the end of the street was the red vehicle that her father owned. She began to walk faster as a sudden roll of thunder sounded over head; she stopped right in front of an alleyway to look up at a dark gray cloud rolling in front of the sun. "Darn…"

She made to walk again but suddenly she felt someone tall grab her from behind and pick her up.

"Wh-!"

She tried to scream as the person put his hand over her mouth and dragged her in to the alleyway. She struggled against him as her heart pounded in her ears and her adrenaline sky rocketed and the many movies she had seen where girls are attacked and killed in these situations flashed in to her head.

"Shut up, and stop moving."

Her eyes widened and she froze at the sound of the monotone voice from the man she had been a second ago trying to fight off. When she stopped struggling he viciously threw her to the cement and she landed face down on her elbows.

"Well, hello my sweet daughter."

Catalyna lifted her head and seen she was at the feet of none other than Angelo. She began to panic, seeing that this was the perfect place to murder her and leave her body buried in a dumpster. When she said nothing but only stared up at Angelo with wide eyes he spoke again.

"Are you surprised to see us?" He asked in a dangerous tone. "Get up, stupid girl."

She stayed quiet as he bent down and grabbed her upper arm aggressively and pulled her up a little off her feet. She gasped as he grabbed her other arm and squeezed her tightly.

"Are you going to become part of the family, or not?" He asked with a warning tone. "Because if you do not, then we'll kill your little mother and father."

On cue her father ran in to the alleyway and screamed for her.

"Catalyna!"

Catalyna turned and tried to get away from Angelo. He also turned and seeing who the person was he pushed her backward away from him. She landed hard and let out an "Oof!" as her back hit the sticky and disgusting cement.

"You stupid bastard." Angelo said to Jesse as he pulled a gun from his belt and pointed at him. "It's your fault I was arrested! I had to pull some of my best strings to get out of it!"

Xavier took a step forward and looked at Angelo. "Get this over with, I have business to take care of in Japan and I can't miss my flight."

Angelo nodded to his brother. "Your right, we have stuff to do there." He turned to the frozen form of Jesse and smirked evilly. "Sorry dear distant cousin, I guess it was nice knowing you."

"No!!"

BANG!

"Dad!!"

BANG!

Catalyna got off the floor and ran to the falling form of her father. She fell to her knees as he hit the ground and she hugged him as he lay dying.

"Let's go."

She lifted her head to see the two forms of Angelo and Xavier running away and disappearing through some door in a building that made up part of the alleyway.

She turned back to her father as the tears fell in rivers from her eyes. He had taken a shot to the stomach and one near his heart. She looked around and tried to scream.

"HELP!!"

But no one could hear this…

"HELLPPPP!"

The funeral passed by with a blur, as did the following week along with all of the legal research and investigation of my words. I had told the police who had killed my father, but by the time they identified Angelo as the murderer he had already disappeared out of the country. My mother stayed quiet as we mourned his death, until one day she stated a proposition..

"I hate him."

Catalyna looked at her mother's tear stained face as the two stopped from the sweeping they had been doing in the kitchen of their apartment. She felt the same brooding hate and anger toward the world, but she did not care to share it openly.

"I want him…" She zoned out as she looked at the wall where she had been sweeping a corner. "To pay dearly…"

"Mom," Catalyna tried to stop her Mom from saying anything she may regret. "It's a nice thought, but let's be realistic." She walked over to her Mom's side with the broom still in hand. "We can't exactly just shoot him down."

Her mother turned to her with a dark and frightening look in her eye. "We can't shoot him down, but we can get him back."

Catalyna did not understand and so asked for further explanation. "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's simple, really." She watched as her mom set the broom against the wall and then walk over to the counter and began to tap the smooth surface. "He's done so much wrong, to so many people." She looked at her daughter and a manic smile came to her face. "It's karma; there will be hell to pay."

By 'hell to pay', Mom explained to me the system of his family. She told me that if we could get enough people to turn against him or rise against him, then we could put him in prison for life; all it would take was some dishonesty.

And so we waited for him to return to America, which he did a few months later, and then set off on our journey across places to find the people who had suffered at his hand. That was when I discovered Vanessa, who had become Angelo's ultimate partner in crime, since Xavier was in Japan. It was easy to find the people who suffered a loss at his hands; all we had to do was grease the palms of people who 'knew things'.

And so my job was to befriend the people and win over their trust. Mom said it would be easy because I grew up an honest and understanding individual, which it was. Every person I befriended poured out their secrets to me, which my Mom in turn used to pin the crimes on Angelo.

Sadly, he was always one step ahead of us.

Japan:

"I am soo glad you got rid of him!"

Tohru sat on the floor in the apartment living room along with her two best friends, Uo and Hanajima and her mom. Uo was expressing her delight at the fact that her mother had cut Xavier off, which she did because of the way things had gone for the past year.

After her mother had brushed off the syringe incident, Xavier returned and began to act very strange. He would be highly energetic and touch his nose constantly, and then at other times be so tired that he would just pass out on the couch. Tohru had tried to get her mom to believe and face the facts: Xavier was a criminal drug addict. He was a criminal because after he had returned, he began to bring more people over, and would sometimes slap them (man or woman) across the face and intimidate them with words, getting them to buy or sell drugs and other illegal things. Her mother had put up with it for a really long time, about eleven months, until one thing caused her to raise hell in the house….

"Tohru-chan, come here a moment."

The young Tohru walked cautiously over to the couch where Xavier lay and on the brink of passing out. Her mother was dusting the television and watched him closely as he tried to talk to her daughter.

"Yes, Xavier-san?" Tohru said respectfully as she stood near the couch patiently.

"Come here…" He whispered as he waved his hand at her to come close to his face. "I want to tell you something…"

Tohru obliged and leaned down toward him. "Yes?" She asked as he opened his droopy eyes wide.

"You know, you're getting older…" He sat up and caused her to step back a bit. He beckoned her closer and so she stepped back toward him. "You're getting pretty like your mother…"

"AHH!" Tohru shrieked as he pulled her toward him by her waist and full on grabbed her bottom. "STOP!"

"Don't you like it?" He tried to say something else but Tohru was pulled away from him as Kyoko pushed him down and told the girl to go to her room.

Tohru obliged but only went halfway in and stayed and stood in the doorway to watch what would happen.

"You will never touch my daughter that way!!" Tohru watched as her mother exploded and pulled him up by the scruff of his shirt. "YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"

SMACK!

Tohru gasped as Xavier's hand slapped her mother clear across the face. She made for the phone to call the police but she stopped as her mother glared at him warningly.

CRASH!!

"AH!" Tohru screamed as her mother pushed him in to the door, breaking a vase along with it.

"GET OUT!" Kyoko screamed as her fist collided with the side of his face.

"Stupid woman…" Xavier mumbled as he fiddled wit the door handle. "You'll pay for this…"

Kyoko folded her arms and waited as he scurried quickly out of the door.

"M-Mom!" Tohru started as her mom opened the door after him and shouted for the whole neighborhood to hear.

"YOU'RE FORGETTING WHO I AM!" She screamed at him as he got in to his car. "I WAS IN A GANG! LIKE I'M SCARED OF YOU!!"

That sure was a day that Tohru would never forget. As she looked around her friends were looking at her strangely and she was drawn back to the conversation at hand.

"Tohru, if I would have been there…" Uo clenched her fist and slammed it on the table. "I would have killed him for touching you like that!!"

"I'm just relieved he's out of your life, Kyoko." Hanajima said in her misty voice. "He was always very mean to us…"

"Yes, girls, I know." Kyoko looked at her daughter's two friends. "I was just being stupid. But don't worry, I got one in on him!" She too clenched her fist and slammed it on the table.

Mom, If only we would have known that it was not the last of him. A year later, after I turned fourteen and entered my second year of middle school, Mom came home frightened and worried, and demanded that we get ready at once for a camping trip.

The arm rest burned Tohru as she tried to go to sleep in the jeep her mother had rented for the sudden camping trip. It had been seven hours of driving around and looking for somewhere to actually camp and Tohru was ready to eat something. They had left at about five in the morning, and had stopped by an old place where they had grabbed a camping brochure.

"Mom, have you ever been camping before?"

Kyoko turned to the tired eyes of her daughter and smiled. "No, but I'll bet its fun."

Tohru cocked an eyebrow and turned to look at the back seat. There was a new tent that they had bought before they left, some food and fire materials, clothes, blankets, an ice chest and some other stuff she did not feel like digging through to mentally list.

"We can't go there." Kyoko pointed to the brochure between them and with a pen that she pulled out from underneath her leg she wrote on the inside cover "Not far enough from home."

Tohru looked at it and wondered how her mother could drive and write at the same time. "Mom, where exactly do you plan on going?"

"Somewhere," Kyoko sighed and stepped on the gas as they sped on down the deserted highway road. "It would be nice to have great mother-daughter time, don't you think?"

Tohru smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it will be fun."

About four hours later Kyoko finally decided on a spot that was off the map and guaranteed to be secluded. They had set up in the middle of a forest-like place close to a dirt road that would lead straight back to the highway. They only had time on that day to set up and make dinner, then head off to bed. As Tohru tried to sleep in the small tent, she could not shake the feeling that something was not right…

"Mom, I think I need wood."

The next day at around noon and lunch time the two females got back from a long hike they had gone on. Tohru was preparing some lunch with a little problem with the fire she had built. She kept trying to keep it lit so that she could cook some fish, but it kept flickering and going out.

"You need wood?" Kyoko walked over from the tent and peered at the pitiful fire. "Maybe you need gas.."

"Uwah!" Tohru exclaimed as she looked around frantically. "If I use gas we can blow up this whole place!!"

"Relax, Tohru, I'll get some wood." Kyoko began to walk away.

"Mom," Tohru called out and her mom stopped and turned to her. "When are you going to tell me why we came out here?"

She watched as her mom seemed to struggle with herself. "We don't need to discuss it now."

"Mom!" Tohru said firmly as she abandoned the fire poker she had been using and walked over to her mom. "You have to tell me if this has anything to do with him!"

"It doesn't!" Kyoko snapped angrily. "We don't need to get in to a discussion about Xavier right now, okay?!"

"Why not?!" Tohru pushed on as she tried to convince her mom. "We haven't talked about it for a long time! And I know it still hurts you that he turned out so bad!"

Kyoko turned around and began to walk away as she ended the conversation.

"No man can hurt me, Tohru."

Tohru turned around and went back to the fire. She picked up the poker angrily as her mom disappeared in to the trees. She could not believe it, her mom was harboring angry feelings about the whole situation with him. She began to feel guilty for becoming angry with her mom as she stood alone and stared at the pitiful fire.

"AHHHHHHH!!"

Tohru's head snapped toward the trees at the sound of her mom's scream. Without thinking twice she ran in the direction her mother had disappeared with the fire poker in hand.

"MOM?!" Tohru called out as she jogged through the thick trees looking around frantically. "MOM!!"

As she headed in to a small clearing she gasped at the sight of her mother's unconscious form sprawled out in the middle of the ground next to a jagged boulder. She dropped the fire poker and fell to her knees at her mom's side.

"MOM!" She rolled her mom over so she was on her back and seen a large cut on her head. "Mom!!' She shook the woman's shoulders, desperately trying to wake her.

"Tohru-san…"

Tohru froze at the sound of the voice. No, it can't be him…

She turned around and seen the crazed looking form of Xavier standing close to a tree. She looked at the state of him; the very clean and fancy suit he usually wore was ripped and torn in places and he looked as though he had been going crazy for some time.

Tohru leapt to her feet and stood over her mother's body as he began to walk toward her. Was he going to hurt her? What should she do?

"You should never go…" Xavier began in the same monotone low voice he always had. "Where people can't hear you scream."

Tohru did not know what else to do except reply. "What are y-you doing here?" She stuttered fearfully.

He chuckled and then stopped a few feet away from her. "I'm here to kill you both." He said simply as Tohru's eyes widened in shock. "You both have seen too much of my business…"

"You won't kill my mom!" Tohru said bravely as she glanced at the fire poker lying somewhere behind him. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you!!"

"Really?" He asked amused, then he started laughing manically and spoke again. "You could never hurt anyone if your life depended on it!"

Tohru felt some feeling rise in her chest as he mocked her. "I will hurt you! You never deserved my mom!"

"Shut up!!"

Xavier reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her to the ground behind him. "You stupid ignorant girl! You don't know anything about me!"

Tohru turned over as he stood over her in a domineering stance. She tried to rack her brain for a way to defend herself without hurting him too badly, but the only solution seemed to be to fight back.

He bent down and kneeled over her and pinned her arms down at her sides as she tried to squirm free. "You are such a pretty girl…"

"Let me go!" She screamed as she tried to kick at him, but he just sat himself comfortably on her legs, stopping her resisting.

"I'm going to…" He lowered his face toward her and whispered. "..have you now…"

"No!"

Tohru banged her head against his nose and caused him to yell in pain and roll off of her. She then scurried around for the fire poker and tried to crawl away once she picked it up.

"Dumb bitch!!"

Xavier's monotone dropped as he screamed and grabbed at her legs. She kicked him in the knee and caused him to buckle over momentarily.

She stood up with the fire poker in her hand as he too stood and looked at her with a death glare.

"I'm going to kill you…" He took a step toward her. "NOW!!"

"NO!"

She pulled her arm back and struck him across the face with the end of the fire poker with all the strength she could muster.

He stumbled and grabbed his face, yelling in pain and cursing. She looked at the fire poker as her heart was pounding with the rare feeling of rage. Everything he did seemed to flash in to her brain as she stepped toward him.

The sniffing of the cocaine and the man he had punched in the stomach…

"NO!" She yelled and struck him in the stomach.

The people at her home while she waited for her mom…

She struck him again.

The way he grabbed her bottom…

She struck him again.

The way he smacked her mom..

She struck him again and watched as he stumbled back with blood all over him. She tried to stop but the rage continued.

"You…" Xavier spoke weakly as he stood up straight and faced her. "You're weak…"

"No, I'm not weak!' She screamed as she struck him one last time.

He fell backwards toward the jagged boulder..

CRACK!

His neck hit the sharp edge and the sickening crack caused Tohru to drop to her knees.

"Oh…" She said weakly as she realized what it was she had done."…no."

The world seem to spin as the color all drained from her face…

"I killed him…."

I killed him. I killed him, and when my mom came to, I told her he had killed himself. We quickly packed and drove away, leaving him there and not looking back for fear of what was to come. We had the feeling that no one would ever be able to find him out there, due to how secluded it is.

But as secluded as it was, we still feared that someone would find out…

A/N: Don't worry there's a little more! There's some stuff that needed to happen so yeah there's a bit more. Thanks though, for encouraging me and making me feel like "Okay, I need to continue this!" So please give me some more feedback and ideas!! That is, if you want to know the second half…. MUAW HA HA HA HA! Okay I'm not that evil you'll get it fast, but please just give me some feedback, kk? Be kind to the author!