A:N Okay guys this will be my first fanfic (published) and I hope it meets up to your standards so please review and criticize every single little bit of this masterpiece! (Lies, it's not a masterpiece it's an incredible failure on my part) I only wrote one chapter, but if you convince me enough, I will continue. (Which it's pretty hard to convince me to write more, because I am super lazy at writing. I actually hate writing by the way) The curse is still around, but it's not that important.

Disclaimer: I don't own the super amazing beautiful series called Fruits Basket. If only I could own my precious Yuki and Haru, I would love them forever. I would do anything Takaya-sensei! Please! Let me own them! I will literally do anything! (*whispers*- but I know they aren't real... *sobs*)

Title: It Isn't Over...

Author: NyanRickiesay'shi

Rating: K+ - T

Follows the Anime... 5-7 years after the ending of the anime

Pairings: KyoxTohru/ One-sided YukixTohru

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He was currently in his lonely apartment building hoping she would call. It was like this every day. He would stand there, trying to build up the courage to at least send her a simple 'Hello' now and then, but he never did it. How would he do it, even if he couldn't have a simple conversation with Haru anymore? He would always end up having either an asthma attack or panic attack if the line went through, and he would immediately hang up. Someway, somehow, he thought that she would call now and then... she didn't. She was too busy with her amazing life with the person that could not beat him no matter how hard he tried... except this one time.

He won, He lost. Plain and simple.

He didn't like thinking of Tohru as an object that they were competing for, but that was the way it felt like. He watched her get closer and closer to him. He saw. He saw everything. He saw the little blushes, touches. He would shake the thoughts away and deny that he loved her like that still. But, when he saw them get closer and closer still, he didn't feel happy to be left out. He felt like a third wheel in every way, and didn't like it. He acted like he was fine but it was all just a mask.

The same one that Tohru helped melt away. It came back just as quickly as it disappeared.

He would absorb himself in his student council work, trying to rid thoughts of him liking her that way. He kept acting like that, even believing himself for awhile. He even met Machi. Not that he liked her whatsoever. She reminded him of her, that was it. When graduation came, Kyo beat him. On the day of graduation. He was enraged. Kyo could've beat him anytime, but chose to beat him then. He thought for sure that Kyo did that just to embarrass him. Kyo didn't need to live in the cage which made Tohru happy, and that day, she smiled the biggest smile he'd seen on her face since he met her. He was happy, even if it wasn't for him. When he saw her tend to the few wounds on Kyo, the smile disappeared. He was in a far worse condition, yet she didn't see that? It didn't matter, because the time he realized what was going on around him, Hatori was already by his side cleaning scratches and scrapes. Akito called him afterwards to arrange a meeting with him. It didn't go by as well as he thought. When he proposed of attending a school outside of Akito's boundaries, he didn't remember anything about the meeting when he awoke. He remembered expecting her happy-go-lucky attitude which he always loved, but it wasn't there, in the room he awoke in. His attitude plummeted, and he fell as well. His attacks got worse and he was soon labeled by Hatori, as having a panic disorder. He wasn't the perfect prince as many thought back in high school. He was just an empty shell harboring a panic disorder with a pretty face.

When Akito allowed him to live on his own in an apartment building, not too far away from the main house, he took the chance and agreed, even if it was a part of Akito's sick mind games. He lived like that for a couple years. It went by fine, but he never once left his home. He felt that if he left, people would judge him and if he found someone who liked him, they would run off scared of him and his curse. He was scared. Scared that if he told someone that he loved him, they would break his heart...

Again

He received a few visits, mostly from Haru or Kagura, who would tell him what was happening outside. He got why Haru came, but not Kagura. She would randomly stop by, drop off some things, and try to get him to talk. He thought that she came because she also got her heart broken but got over it and would be able to help Yuki. He would never pay attention, instead focusing on trying to remain calm and not freak out. He didn't want to talk. He was afraid. Terrified of what Haru or Kagura would think, if they knew why he was acting like this and that he had a disorder.

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Haru knew. He knew. He knew that Yuki was going through a rough patch and needed help. That's why he would try to drag him to therapy sessions. He would never mention it to Yuki because he knew Yuki would immediately refuse, and slip into an attack... Again. He wasn't so sure what made Yuki isolate himself again and harbor a panic disorder. He just didn't understand. But, when he did, if someone caused Yuki his pain, he would be the first one to pound that person into the ground. Before he could get his black side back under control, he noticed that he was in front of Yuki's apartment building.

Why was he here again? Oh, he remembered now. Hatori called him saying that Yuki needed to try some new medication, called benzodiazepine, or whatever. He also said that Haru would need to try and monitor Yuki's behavior and see if he could tolerate it. He just hoped it helped Yuki a little bit. He moved a hand in his pocket, looking for the spare key that Hatori gave him to the apartment. He searched a little longer, finally finding it and slipped the key into the lock. He heard the click, and slowly tried to open the door without startling Yuki.

"Yuki? It's Haru," he whispered as quietly as he could, but didn't succeed when Yuki abruptly jumped away from the telephone and turned to face Haru. He had that shielded mask again, yet Haru could see through it, but what he saw, was fear.

"Hatori, told me that he wanted you to try some medication to help with attacks, but told me to give it to you since he was busy at the moment," he said in a bored tone, trying to keep that atmosphere calm, to prevent a panic attack or asthma attack. But, when he saw the shock in Yuki's eyes he couldn't help but wonder why it was there.

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A/N: Heh, I lied. I really wanted to keep it a one-shot, but I failed. It's really short too. Also, about the panic disorder thing, I just see Yuki with it. I also know how deadly an asthma attack can be, because my cousin died from one. Enough with the sadness! Well, I just hope you people are kind enough to review. Please! Don't make me stab you people! But if you review, you get a complimentary cupcake of your choice. Love you people! Oh yeah! If anyone wants to be my Beta, just message me alrighty! Bye-Bye!