A/N:

After another long, hard think of who to do next, I bring you…

Chapter Three: The Sheep.

PLEASE NOTE: "dumb-ass" is what Hiro calls Tohru in the manga, so in this story, she's referred to as that.

He was sitting on the patio, brooding. Yeah, so? Have you got some sort of problem with that? Is it illegal for him to sit there, rather than take his anger out on other people, or would you rather he beat that dumb-ass Tohru to a pulp? Is that it?

It'd been like this since she came into the picture; she saved Kisa when he couldn't and he absolutely loathed her for that reason.

He, of course, was Hiro Sohma; the Sheep, the snappy, foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, bastard son. So many adjectives for such a young boy, eh? He's the kind of kid you have to meet before you understand.

I shouldn't waste my whole day with Kisa sitting out here like an obnoxious brat. I don't want that dumb-ass to take away all my time with her. Hiro stood, turning for the door, but stopped. I think I hurt her feelings. God damn it… He sat back down, squeezing his sweatband.

Kisa was his everything; to he honest, he was unsure what life would be like without her. Well, he was unsure, until that 'incident' occurred with a hospital and Akito. How lonely he had been. How worthless his life had seemed. The days started to drag without his sunshine following him in the form of his human shadow.

He was so confused on the inside; Hiro, like Momiji, had been set free from his curse. How it had happened, he was unsure. What he did know for sure though, was it was amazingly saddening. His mind became incoherent as he witnessed his body hugging his younger sister. Oh, what a tragic turn of events. It wasn't long before the final thought hit him.

I can't hug Kisa. Oh, God. I can't hug her.

He was worthless, or, so he seemed to himself. He hadn't ever done anything admirable, people only knew of him because he was known as the spoilt brat; almost as bad as the Rat.

"This is bull crap!" Hiro shouted suddenly, kicking his foot through the thin, rice-paper door. As he pulled his foot back, he was greeting with the stunned faces of his cousins and the dumb-ass.

"What the hell are you staring at?" He yelled, pointing at her. She just smiled, twisting a brown lock of hair between her fingers. "I'm out of here! Get up Kisa, we're leaving!"

"Oh…"

As much as he hated to admit it, he was scared. He was scared that being unable to touch Kisa would mean she would no longer turn to him for guidance. She'd seek help within the dumb-ass girl and they'd separate. He didn't want that. He loved Kisa; he needed her to be with him.

Being around the dumb-ass all the time made him feel less superior. It was like she was out to get him, to prove to Kisa that he was a moron.

Truth be told, he was.

"Hiro… can I speak with you for a moment?" It was dumb-ass.

"What do you want?" He didn't refuse, but instead, shuffled Kisa outside. "Wait for me."

As he sat, Tohru began to speak. "Hiro, you don't have to be jealous of you. Kisa still loved you the same. She just wants to spend a bit of time with me. She wouldn't be jealous if you wanted to spend time with me as well."

"Not that I'd want to," This was so stupid. What did she know, anyway? Had she been playing 'big brother' with him and watching his every move? It was disgusting the way she acted as if she felt his pain; their pain.

He stood and walked towards Kisa, muttering his hatred. Hatred he forced himself to feel, to protect him and the one he truly loved.

He didn't want to live alone.

A/N:

This chapter was SO hard to write.

And it turned out really bad...