Disclaimer: I wrote this in the last chapter…Do I need to do it again?
Perfection Version 2.0 (always wanted to write that)
"YOU DAMNED RAT!"
The orange-haired boy once again started to attack the grey-haired cousin. While Kyo struck rashly, Yuki agilely dodged every attack. As Tohru watched the two boys in front of her fight, she thought, "What should I do? How can I stop them from fighting?" Desperately, she tried to grab Yuki, who was closest to her. However, she tripped and ended us hugging both boys, transforming them. "POOF!" a cat and rat popped out of a cloud of smoke, the boys' clothes falling uselessly on the floor. However, just because they were transformed didn't mean that their fight was over. The orange cat tried to attack the grey rat fruitlessly. Nimbly, the rat dodged and ran over to Tohru, who was crying out worriedly, "Please stop fighting!" This stopped their fighting, but as the two creatures just stared at her, she wondered if she did the right thing.
Crack! Another jagged line formed in her heart.
Yuki, breaking the awkward silence, then said, "Honda-san…POOF!" The two boys transformed back, and Tohru turned around, mortified. "I-I-I'll g-go get your c-c-clothes!" she stuttered, trying to get the boys covered.
While they changed, Yuki continued, "Don't worry about us, Honda-san. We just need to relieve our stress, sometimes." Not to be outdone, Kyo yelled, "YEAH! It is just that STUPID RAT'S fault! He was trying to feed me…." The energetic boy shuddered.
"Healthy food."
"Healthy…WHY YOU!"
As they bickered, Tohru gave a sigh of relief. "I managed to do the right thing," she thought.
I didn't make a mistake this time.
Later, Akito visited. Once again, when he departed, he left a terrified Yuki and a lost-looking Kyo. As she stared at her two broken-hearted friends in front of her, she tried to think of ways to help them. Finally, thinking of something, she went to her room and grabbed a deck of cards. "Maybe if we play…" her mind trailed off, hoping that this would work. Once she returned to them, she forced a grin (if she couldn't smile, how could she expect them to?) and then quickly said, "Let's play!"
Afer playing for an hour (and Kyo losing for an hour), Tohru glanced at both boys in front of her. They seemed to be arguing and acting like their usual selves. "It worked…" she thought.
I didn't fail them.
However, she knew that this wouldn't last long. That soon enough, they would lose their smiles and remember their sorrows. She couldn't help them permanently. How could she save them, when she could hardly save herself (she never told them, but at night she would remember each of her mistakes and relieve her mother's death).
When she started to do her homework (she was improving, and starting to understand the work), she noticed one of the questions on the sheet.
"What is perfection?'
Her eyes widened slightly, before she started to answer the question. She already knew the answer, as if the words were always inside of her and was just waiting for this chance to flow out.
"Perfection is when someone knows just what to do to make someone feel better."
Unlike me, who just stumbles along, guessing.
"When someone can bring a smile to another's face, chase away their dark clouds, remove their fears and sorrows, that is perfection."
While all I can do is temporally remove it, and hope that I did right.
"Perfection is hard to accomplish, and only someone who is perfect can have it, someone who is pure and not tainted by darkness."
My heart is not as clean as others think it is; it is more stained than I let on.
"Perfection is hard to find."
I am not perfect.
As she finished writing the answer to that question, a tear slid down Tohru's face. She knew that she was not going to be able to live up to her friends', her new family's, expectations. She knew she is going to slip up one day, and show them just how imperfect she is, just how unlike her image she is. And one day, she knew she was going to disappoint them, and they would avoid her, reject her, because she couldn't be everything they want her, need her, to be.
She cried herself to sleep that night.
Perfection is a deadly thing.
A/N: Yes, I wonder if this one seems a bit rushed…oh well…
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