Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, but I DO own… paper.

A/N: This next chapter probably won't be very good. You see, I've kinda lost my imagination for this last week, and the next one… Our school's crappy musical, Cinderella is about to be preformed… and as the fairy godmother… well, not that you care, but it's pretty stressful. Xp long story short, I won't be updating as much. Until after Thanksgiving.

Secrets, Lies, and Alibis

Yuki clamped his hands over his ears, sinking down in his seat, trying very hard to block out the whispers of the girls (and select few guys) surrounding him in the classroom.

"Yuki's hair-"

"Have you seen it?"

"What happened?"

What was he thinking?"

"Why? Oh god, WHY?"

In the front of the room, Sensei's eye was twitching, a finger to her forehead, sighing in frustration. There was no way to calm these rowdy fan girls.

"Sohma," She growled, "Your hair will cost me my career."

"Yeah?" replied Yuki softly, violet eyes flashing somewhat dangerously, "It may cost me my life."

Sensei chuckled a bit, eyes gazing around at the twenty or so murmuring fangirls who kept trading stories, whispering, and glancing at Yuki's hair simultaneously. Poor kid. All the crap he had to go through, being the best looking boy in the school. All the crap he'd go through in about five minutes, when they were dismissed for lunch.

Kyo, on the other hand, was sitting rigidly in his chair; eyes squeezed shut, hands clenched tightly in fists on his desk. Too many voices… Too many pretty girls… Too many girls in general. He was deeply resisting the urge to rock back and forth, trying to resist the urge he had to madly make out with the pretty blonde in front of him, or run off and buy himself some porn.

Both of the boys had totally forgotten about Tohru, who wasn't in class, and had last been seen in the clutches of Hatsuharu.

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The bell rang, cutting through both the boys' self pity (and horniness), signaling lunch break. As soon as the bell was silenced, Kyo was out the door, practically crying in his effort to, well, for lack of a better term, er, "keep it in his pants."

Yuki tried to run out after Kyo, but was stopped by a flood of girls, who had blocked the door, hands on their hips, some of them wearing angry looks, others with tears dripping down their faces.

"Oh Yuki," Cried one, with blonde pigtails, and the face of a pig itself, "What happened to your hair?"

"Um-" He began, trying desperately to explain himself, but was cut off by a wail from another girl, the president of the Yuki fan club, whose name escaped him at the moment.

"Who could have done this to you, Yuki?" She practically screamed in his face, leaning against the doorway, hand pressed to her forehead. Histrionic down to the bone. He resisted the urge to scream at them. Tell them he didn't care what they thought. Tell them that he had somewhere to be (where?). Tell them to get out of his face and LEAVE HIM ALONE!

"Ooh," sobbed one of the girls, "Let's go. Yuki's so ugly now. I don't want to look at him."

Yuki felt his heart fall into his stomach. Ugly? He was ugly now? Did Tohru think he was ugly? What if… What if she didn't want to be friends with him, anymore, now that he was ugly? What if she wouldn't talk to him? What if?

"Excuse me," mumbled Yuki, pushing through the crowds of girls to the hallway, ducking his head in a failed attempt to hide his hair, his fan girls scattering as he pushed through them, off to the lunchroom to sob some more about their less-than-princely-prince.

"KYOOOOOOOOOO!" A very familiar, very irritating voice sang out from down the hall, and Yuki groaned, both outwardly and inwardly, a swell of anger rising up inside of him. That damn dog. Yuki balled up his hands into fists, gritting his teeth, absolutely shaking with rage, as Shigure's obnoxious voice grew closer and closer.

"KYOOOOO, OH KYOOOOO! WHERE ARE YOU MY LITTLE KYONKICHI! SHIGURE NEEDS TO BRING YOU HOME NOOOOOOOOOW!"

"AHH!" Yuki's voice came out in a yell, his hand reaching forward and grabbing Shigure by the throat with no thought to who was looking, and where he was. Within seconds, the dog was pinned up against the wall, with the hot, angry breath of Yuki Sohma blown into his face. Yuki's usually so calm violet eyes were flashing, his hand tightening around Shigure's throat, choking the air out of dog's lungs.

"W-Yu-Eh?" The dog spluttered, struggling to get away from the clutches of his enraged cousin. Yuki snapped out of his anger long enough to noticed several students were staring at him, and ducked into the nearest janitorial closet shoving Shigure into a shelf.

"Now listen, you STUPID DOG. You are going to tell me WHAT you and Aya are up to, and you are going to tell me NOW!"

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Kyo had safely made it home. Everything was fine. Well, everything was fine, excepting the fact where Shigure had no porn channels (surprisingly), and Kyo would probably lose credit for all his classes from skipping so much. He was now beginning to note the absence of Tohru from his day after Hatsuharu had interrupted their walk so subtlety.

Kyo putted around the kitchen, opening the fridge, the cupboards, and even peering in the garbage can for a snack, but was greeted with a whole lot of nothingness. Tohru needed to shop again. Which left him to pondering once more: where on earth was she?

Tohru never skipped school, because of her promise to her mom, or whatever. So wherever she was, she couldn't be there willingly. And the only other person who had been with her was Haru. Which meant… Haru had gone black, and done something to her!

No, wait. Haru didn't have any reason to go black around Tohru. So someone else must've seen them. The image of a dark, scary man with a hatchet and a mustache popped into Kyo's mind suddenly, and his eyes widened in fear. Yep. That was what happened. A creepy stalker and murdered Hatsuharu, hidden the body in the trunk of his pick-up truck, and taken off with Tohru, preventing her from going to school,

"Dammit, I gotta find her!" Cried Kyo, slamming the refrigerator door shut, not noticing the note that had been pinned the door of the refrigerator fluttering to the ground.