OMG! Chapter... four?! I lost count and it's not even that many! I didn't do what I wanted to do with this chapter... but I was in such a hurry! I'm getting all these different ideas for fanfictions everytime I open one of my volumes of manga... but they're mostly oneshots. This story was going to be a oneshot originally, but I changed that... as you can see...

Dedication: Sasu-chan and Justin! Although he doesn't like yaoi or shonen ai... and will probably never read this. But I still love him! Thank you for being there for me! Both Sasu and Justin!

Disclaimer: Do I HONESTLY have to tell you that I don't own Fruits Basket?

Chapter Four: Needed

The next few days went by suprisingly quiet. Kyo didn't pick any fights and Yuki didn't give him a reason to. Yuki mostly stayed in his room and kept to himself. Kyo was usually gone when Yuki woke up, either at work or at school, so he was home alone a lot. He figured since Kyo made the money and paid the rent, he could cook and clean up.

Yuki woke up earlier than usual on his fifth day living there. He had made sure to wake up when Kyo was gone so nothing got started. Yuki spent the first couple of hours cleaning the clutter. He stayed clear of Kyo's room, leaving it in its filthy state. By noon, Yuki had the entire apartment looking halfway decent and tolerable. He also had some curry and riceballs fixed in the kitchen, knowing Kyo would be home soon for lunch. He knew that Kyo always came home and fixed something simple, usually a sandwich, so he decided to fix something for him.

Yuki had gone back to his room when he heard the door open and close. He walked down the hall without really thinking.
"I... I made some lunch." he said. Kyo looked up from the kitchen table where he had just sat. His orange hair covered his eyes just slightly.

"...I'm not hungry." he stood up abrubtly and staggered a little. "Nn..." A worried look came across Yuki's face.

"Kyo? Are you oka--"
"I just have a headache, okay?" he had a flustered look on his face, one that Yuki found suprisingly adorable. Kyo couldn't help but fall back into the chair. Yuki stepped forward quickly and put the back of his hand against Kyo's forehead, and Kyo didn't object. Yuki felt right away the heat radiating off of him.

"You have a fever, Kyo... go lay down, I'll be right there." Yuki was a little more than worried right now. By the feel of his forehead, Kyo had at least a 103 fever. Kyo looked up at him, a little shocked. Yuki waited about ten seconds. After Kyo still didn't look away, he spoke up. "Well? Go lay down already. Or can you not stand?" Kyo shook his head and cleared his throat.
"Of course I can stand." he stood to prove his point, but staggered to the side. Yuki's reflexes got the best of him and he reached out and put his hands on Kyo's shoulders to steady him. Kyo once again didn't push him away. He was becoming too tired. "Ahh... o-okay." His voice was hoarse now. Yuki pulled Kyo's right arm across his shoulders and helped him walk to his room. When they reached Kyo's doorway, Yuki felt the weight on his shoulders increase. Kyo slumped down and Yuki reflexively caught him again.

"Wha--?!" Yuki yelped, trying to hold him up. "Kyo, why are you so sick all of a sudden?! This morning you were just fine... or..." Yuki stopped talking, realizing something then. He actually hadn't seen Kyo since the morning before. Maybe he had been sick the entire time...

"Yuki, let go." Kyo said weakly, standing. Yuki snapped back to reality and did as he was told. He watched Kyo stagger to his bed and collapse onto it. He adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and before long, he was asleep. Yuki couldn't help but watch him from the doorway for a second. He watched his chest rise and fall... his chest...

WHOA, HOLD ON A SECOND!

What in the world am I THINKING? It's Kyo... Kyo! And I'm not even...! Yuki put a hand to his forehead, checking to see if he was getting sick himself. He turned and scrambled to the livingroom and picked up the phone. He quickly dialed Hatori's number and held the phone to his ear. After three rings, he heard a click and Hatori's voice rang through the reciever. He sounded annoyed.

"Hatori?" Yuki mumbled, trying to speak quietly so Kyo could keep sleeping.

"Yuki? What is it?" Hatori's annoyed tone seemed to let up a little.

Yuki explained everything to Hatori, from what had happened when Kyo came home to his current sleeping state. Hatori could hear the worry in Yuki's tone, and he couldn't help but grin to himself.

"Yuki, I'm a little busy right now. I can't get out of this, so just listen and do what I say, and Kyo will be just fine." Sighing, Hatori gave Yuki specific instructions and told him to call back if Kyo wasn't any better by morning. After a five minute talk, they hung up and Yuki did as he was told to help Kyo. He went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with ice water, soaking a cloth in it. He wrang it out and took it to Kyo's room. He approached the bed and gently layed the cold, wet cloth against Kyo's forehead, causing him to stir in his sleep. Yuki pulled up Kyo's desk chair and sat beside his bed. As he sat there, his mind began to wander... back to two years ago at the main house.

"What's wrong, Yuki?" Akito's voice was slow and frightening as she traced her long fingers along his jawline. Yuki stared at the ground, a look a pure terror enveloping his gentle face. "Yuki... don't look like that..." she clenched his chin, her long nails digging into his skin. She pulled his face up. "I like you, Yuki.You should feel happy."

Yuki had hung his head and clenched his fists. He could still feel her fingers on his chin...

"Hey." Kyo's voice made Yuki jump as he jerked his head up. Yuki looked at Kyo, who was pulling the cloth from his forehead. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking at him.

"I-I... I was..." Yuki couldn't find the words. He couldn't remember his name.

Kyo continued to look at him, his unusually soft expression concerned but confused.

"I was just..." Yuki contemplated what he was going to say, but thought Kyo wouldn't react the... right way.

Kyo coughed, and Yuki was brought back to the situation in front of him. He leaned forward and pushed Kyo back on the bed with his right hand, and Kyo didn't stop him. He was weary, but he gave Yuki a strange look. Like for the first time that night, he realized Yuki was helping him. And for the first time, he realized he needed Yuki's help.

"I'm helping you. You're sick." Yuki was a little suprised he found the words so quickly, but seeing Kyo sick made his heart ache... faintly, but he felt it. "Now lay back. Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up. Kyo averted his gaze and looked out the window as he nodded. Yuki grinned to himself when he got to the kitchen. His mind stayed blank as he fixed Kyo some onigiri, and he was quickly back in Kyo's room. He half-thought Kyo was sleeping again, but when his closed eyes opened slowly, he reclaimed his seat by Kyo's bed.

"Are they warm?" Kyo asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"No... do you want me to heat them up?" Yuki asked, looking at the chilled riceballs. Kyo shook his head as he grabbed one. He chewed silently and quickly, and cleared his throat when he was done. Yuki looked as if he were thinking for a second, then stood and left. He returned in less than half a minute. "Here." he said as he handed Kyo a glass of water.

Yuki was finally beginning to feel at home here with Kyo. He knew Kyo's sudden sickness was no way to do it, but he felt needed. At least he felt needed.