Hey everyone, it's Untitled. I'm back again with another short story to add to my "Wonderful one-shot adventure." Yes, that's the name I want and I'm sticking to it. I actually started singing this while cleaning up the mountain of dishes in the sink. -.-' (I am the type to leave things get that way before I realize it.)

Well then, about the story. The song is one of my personal favorites, and also the title of a movie. If you don't already know, the story this time will be themed to the song "My girl."

Basically just going to be Kyou's thoughts on what Tohru means to him and her significance in his life.

He's not really sure of what it is, this thing that pulls one from their dreams and back into reality, but he can feel it's about to happen as he rolls over in bed and is pulled away from the hazy pictures in his subconscious mind. His muscles all begin to tighten as he reluctantly wakes up from a particularly peaceful slumber filled with good dreams. He blinks once, taking in the unclear vision of his surroundings and then squeezes his eyes closed with the unwanted light entering the room.

The sun hasn't even begun to rise up over the distant horizon as of yet and he rolls his eyes in frustration. It's his day off of everything. Off from the dojo, off of work, off of volunteering. Yet, the time to wake seems to be embedded somewhere deep inside his body in a place he wishes he could find and vanquish. He never had any intention of being up this early. What a waste of time that could be put to use in the form of catching up on his rest.

His eyes open slowly, his head feeling tender from the blood flow having been forced to speed up. Groaning as silently as he can, Kyou rubs his blood-shot eyes. His hair -he is sure- is sticking out at all kinds of weird angles, giving him the distinct appearance of some crazed mad scientist type. He knows he has morning breath, judging by the taste in his mouth. But all these things become irrelevant when he turns his head to the side he had rolled over from in the beginning.

There, looking chaste as ever, is the sleeping from of his love, his hope and stay, his reason for being, his Tohru. Her hands are tucked cutely under her head, one wrapped behind her pillow and the other just under her chin. Her mouth hangs open slightly, her gentle breaths passing over her soft, pink lips. Her morning hair has to be one of the cutest sights he'd ever witnessed, though he isn't entirely sure if that's a compliment due to the fact that he can find almost anything she does to be adorable. Soft, silky strands have strayed down over her lips, making her look unknowingly seductive while the rest simply frames her facial features. The best picture ever, for sure.

His face flushes a deep crimson as he forces himself to look away. That was a particularly corny thought to suddenly pop to the front of his mind. But, it's still true. He simply sighs, turning toward the sleeping onigiri and hoping that he's careful enough not to wake her.

He reaches out and tenderly runs his index, middle finger and thumb over her now slightly more angled cheekbone. A tiny smile works its way over her lips and she leans into his touch.

He closes his eyes, smiling to himself. For such a long, lonely period of time in the past, Kyou had always been the screw-up, the black sheep, the bad kid. He never thought he'd find someone to love, hell he'd never even tried to look because he had thought it was all in vain. After Tohru's abrupt entrance into his obsolete and vague existence, he had tried to continue with the facade he kept up around family members. He couldn't possibly care for anyone, not after what he had done to his own mother and father, he'd constantly tell himself. As far as he was concerned he had no right to love anyone, the least of all of them was Tohru Honda.

But even with everything that had happened at that time, he couldn't stop those feelings from forming. He couldn't hold himself back from being grateful for her general acceptance of him, her need to have him in her life. When no one had ever needed him, for the first time he was presented with a being -an angel really- who couldn't handle letting him go. Who, despite all the odds stacked against them and all the difficulties they faced wanted only to remain at his side, taking care of him and being his friend. Tohru had never in her life had a double meaning to anything she did. She never wanted to hurt him or put him down. Her actions were only ever born or pure intention and her love for the people she held dear. Even now, that is her way.

She had been his lone ray of light beckoning to him in an endless dark night. She had been the sunshine in all the rain that seemed to be endlessly pouring down around him. If people back then thought that he hated the rain simply because he was the cat of the zodiac, they were all completely incorrect. He hated the rain because he was sick of it and the depression it forced so horribly upon him. Tohru was the fresh spring breeze that ended the eternal snow inside his soul. She may have had that effect on each of the zodiac members in their respective ways, but to him it is all special. Because to her, he is special.

After being offered her acceptance and her love he felt like he was never in need of anything else. He could be dirt poor, but standing beside her would make him feel like the richest man alive. He could be a nameless, faceless no one and with her, be the most loved and famed of all. Of course, he still tries as hard as the next guy to provide her a good life and to protect her. But with her by his side, he feels as though anything is possible.

She's got to be the sweetest human being on the face of the planet. She cooks, cleans and carries out chores in his absence entirely and accurately with no complaint and without asking for anything in return. By the time he returns home in the evening, the house is sparkling. Walls are wiped down to the point of being faintly reflective. Windows are so clear they don't appear to be closed. Floors sparkle. The entire interior smells like lilac cleaning solution, but not to the point of being overwhelming. His clothes are always washed in a timely fashion and hung outside to dry, then everything is pressed and laid out with care. At the end of the day, everything is orderly, neat and clean.

Something good is always freshly made and waiting on the table when he walks in, hungry from the work of the day draining the calories from his body. She also surprises him sometimes, baking a sweet fruit tart or a batch of cookies to gorge on. He would never force her to do the things she does nor would he tell her he wants her too. These are all things Tohru does because she loves being able to take care of him.

His eyes open uneasily, and he stares at the girl who is beginning to stir beside him. Her big blue eyes flutter open, a big Tohru smile etched over her face as she looks up at him. He gives her his own trademark grin in return, watching in adoration as she moves her fingers into a locked position with his own and wriggles her tiny body closer.

"Good morning Kyou." The honorifics had stopped being used when they moved in together in their small, yet homey apartment. Although, he had never used a honorific with her name, not even once.

"Good morning Tohru," The carrot top places a feather light kiss to her cheekbone, watching her blush with great affection shown in his amber orbs. "I love you."

His onigiri's face begins to become a deep red and he can't suppress a light-hearted giggle. He ruffs up her hair, feeling his chest swell to the point of exploding. How unbelievably adorable can one person be?

"I love you too Kyou." She mumbles in an embarrassed tone.

He pulls her into a tight yet innocent embrace, squeezing his eyes closed. This earns a small squeak from the brunette girl. He needs to hug her so badly at this point, unable to stand up against his affection any longer.

"God Tohru, you're adorable..." He mumbles into her neck, feeling the shiver that rattles her body.

"T-thank you Kyou!" Her voice is but a tiny squeak as she replies, her hands clinging to the back of his shirt.

"Just lie here with me for a bit okay?" His request is simple and he knows the girl won't say no. He just needs to be beside her and not feel any obligation to leave her side for a while. Their lives had been so busy since becoming independent. For the first time in a long time, he has some time to spend simply cherishing his girl. That's all he asks for. Some simple time to appreciate the sweetest, kindest and most important thing in his life. His Tohru, his girl. He can feel the girl snuggle into his chest, her hands moving from around his body to come up around his shoulders.

"Okay Kyou. I won't go anywhere."

"You'd better not."

Well, this is even shorter than the other two but this is "My girl." Kyou is rather sweet in this chapter, but I imagine that they'd be just as lovey as any other couple once they had time to themselves. Please read and enjoy this and as in the preceding chapters, I do not accept any flames. I have a serious conviction with rude people, haha. Constructive criticism and positive feedback only.

Anyhow, look forward to more sweetness and innocence in future chapters. This is Tohru and Kyou from Fruits Basket after all. I'd like to keep them as in character as is possible. Thanks to my 3 lovely reviewers. I respect people who take their time to share their thoughts on my work very much and I also love hearing nice things about the pieces I write. Enjoy my coming work that much as well!