Well...let's do the math. Last time I updated April 2006 and now it's April 2007... so that's about a YEAR? Jeez...

Anyway, after a review from Deaths Vengence, I decided to actually write something .

The reason I was gone for so long was because my computer exploded, literally (which is the oldest excuse but still...) and so I went without a computer until around August.

I got a temporary computer but I got too lazy and I lost all my motivation, I had lost all my saved documents, including this chapter, which was only 25 completed but I was still upset since I was going to start a new fanfic as well...

Haha, I did get off topic ...

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Fruits Basket or the sort-of quote from "Classifieds" by The Academy Is…

Ok... time for the story to end:

Note (3/08/08) : I was reading some of this and wanted to correct some grammatical errors since I was extremelyyy bored, this is not an update and nothing has changed within the chapter.

"The ambitious one now holds the smoking gun"

He held the gleaming gun aimed upwards. A fissure had appeared in the ceiling. He smiled a small ambiguous smirk as he looked around the room, observing the reactions he had received.

He aimed and pulled the trigger. There was no sound except for the soft thud of the fallen. The quirk of muttering her name was inevitably mentioned.

He chuckled to himself, the true cynic held on to his secrets until the end.

He knocked on the door. The door wasn't even shut properly all the way but he knocked. The knock echoed his heartbeats, both getting increasingly erratic and frantic. He felt suffocated; there wasn't a chase, right? There isn't a chase…is there?

He found himself running, trying to get away, trying to forget what happened in there. He wanted to forget about what happened to their leader. To their God. He hated it though. He hated the screaming and the yelling and the pressure. There was too much pressure.

Too much pressure.

Hatori returned from the kitchen, shocked at what he saw. The kettle had laid shattered on the ground. Blood and tea had spilled, forming a dark puddle and Tohru wasn't in the kitchen at all. But the next room could take his breath way.

"Oh my God…" Hatori whispered quietly as he glanced around.

There was a bullet in her chest. Pale and cold, Kyo held onto her wordlessly. The shooter was silent as well but held the gun in a tight grip.

"How could you?" Haru erupted, "She cared about you! She always cared about you! Look at what you've done! Look at what you've done SHIGURE!!!"

Shigure sighed and waved his gun carelessly, "She would have died anyway. She was dying and I put her out of her misery. It was her last wish."

"Her last wish, my ass…why did you do it? WHY?" Kyo screamed and tackled Shigure. The gun flew from Shigure's hand after releasing one more bullet out the window. A quiet collapse could be heard from outside and Yuki crept up to the window cautiously.

Kureno gasped for air as he held onto his torso. He had crumpled onto the ground and blood gushed out of him. He was dying, slowly dying.

"He was right…he was right all along." He tried breathing through his nose but it kept him gasping for more air.

"Kureno…?" A voice above him asked.

He gasped, "Yuki…kill me. Kill…me now." Kureno struggled and tried to sit up, clutching to his upper right torso.

"Kill you? No, you need some help! I'll go call for an ambulance." Yuki began to walk away.

"No! Get the gun and kill him! Get the gun and kill him NOW!!" Kureno shouted angrily as he leaned against the side of the house.

Yuki stared at Kureno, slightly frighten at this switch of behavior. He turned around and saw Shigure watching, just as anxiously, as well as the others.

"…Who does he want to kill Yuki?" Shigure asked quietly, setting the gun onto the table. Yuki took the gun and felt its weight in his hand. The weight of intention and power. He brought his arm up slowly and aimed for his target. He looked away and pulled the trigger.

"What the hell? What are you doing Yuki? You could have KILLED me!"

"That was the point." Yuki deadpanned. He aimed and pulled the trigger to only get an empty shot. He blinked, his one chance to get revenge against her killer…now nothing.

Kureno heard it and swore, "Damn guns!" He ignored the pain and pulled himself up and fell through the open window. Grabbing the gun from Yuki, he swung and clubbed the victim in the head.

"Fuck you." Kureno spat bitterly and panted, dropping the gun out of exhaustion.

"Kureno! What the hell are you thinking?" Hatori asked in shock. Kyo and Haru only watched silently, not wanting to get involved. Kyo stroked the dead girl's hair as Haru held onto her hand.

It didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered to Kyo anymore. Kira was dead. She was gone and his hesitant tears would do nothing but rain on her. He refused to cry.

As blood seeped slowly out of his head, Shigure laid down and stared off into the distant, "Why?"

"You…and my mother! Both of you are damned whores!!" Kureno yelled, his eyes flashing fiercely. He kicked Shigure hard as angry tears made their way down his face. Shigure groaned one last time and fell silent.

"Enough. All of you put your hands up where I can see them." A foreign voice ordered aiming her gun slowly at all of them.

Tohru stood besides Maki watching nervously. Her face was stained in tears and she knew she couldn't help. She couldn't help Kira or Shigure. She couldn't help any of them…

Two squads surrounded the house and walked in slowly, poking everyone with their guns. Kureno was handcuffed and guided towards an ambulance. Yuki, Haru, Kyo and Hatori were also handcuffed and walked off.

The coroners came in quickly, checking Kira and Shigure's body for evidence on how they died. Investigators began to pour over every odd detail for clues on why this happened. Police officers sealed off Shigure's house and some drove off to seal off the Sohma estate. There were no witnesses except the ones involved and they remained silent.

No one knows what happened. No one can tell about what happened. Secrets remained secrets and the family always knows what happens. Only the family and they held their secrets to their graves.

Pictures were taken and the shattered kettle was marked off as evidence number 12.

The zodiac animals could barely be seen on each of the shattered pieces.

The glowing light symbolizing God on the kettle's lid remained intact and a maniacal laugh could be heard as an investigator moved the lid slightly for a better view.

Tohru shivered, "Akito..."

Well...my shortest chapter ever I think...

That is my last chapter and I hoped that the ending was ok but this story has been up for a long time and I wanted it to be completed and done with instead of hanging on forever.

Thanks to all my reviewers and to all the future reviewers, I hope you did enjoy the story.

-JT