(A/N: Hey! Another chapter is out! Yay. I got this out much sooner than the last one, but I was having trouble fleshing this chapter out. Oh well. I want to thank my two consecutive reviewers for reviewing each chapter, and the others who have just reviewed in general.

My birthday is coming up and I'm having trouble keeping up with schoolwork, so it might be some time before I start on the next chapter. Well, in this chapter the plot moves forward a bit, so no more filler crap for now. Well, that's pretty much all I have to say for now, except that I hope you enjoy this next chapter!)

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Operation: Revive The Princess

Visits and News

Silence hung heavily within Shigure's household. The scent of take-out food remained wafting through the air. Shigure, once he was down with his so called breakfast, shut himself up in his study. This left Yuki and Kyo to prepare for school by themselves in gloomy silence. Once finished, the two head out without uttering a word. Tohru's absence had taken its toll on the related pair, as it also did with Hanajima Saki and Uotani Arisa.

Speaking of which, both Saki and Arisa weren't there at school. Probably the two of them were playing hooky to visit Tohru at the hospital. As much as both Kyo and Yuki wanted to do that too, they didn't.

Classes seemed to drag by sluggishly, lunch seemed bland, and the overall fire of life appeared to be extinguished. All because Tohru wasn't there. It only proved how close she was to them. The bell rang, but it barely reached Kyo and Yuki's ears. Yuki then trudged off to his Student Council meeting and Kyo scuffled off to Sohma Kazuma's dojo.

The day was a blur. The next thing either Kyo or Yuki knew, they were sitting at the table munching on their take-out dinner solemnly. During that dinner at several points, the cousins thought that Tohru was entering the home, perfectly fine, that her coma was only a mere dream. Their hopes fell every time.

After supper, Kyo announced that he was going to the hospital. No one said anything and let Kyo slide the door shut. Wind greeted Kyo upon exiting the house, and it coldly blew his orange locks out of his face. The wind wrapped itself around Kyo's bare arms like chains, reminding him of the icy pool of blood that had stained Tohru's broken body. Kyo closed his dull orange eyes tightly, furrowing his eyebrows and scolded himself for thinking about that. Although that was going to be difficult since he was going to be visiting Tohru at the hospital.

Speaking of which, Kyo was almost there. He was just passing the local park. Children running all over the place giggling and screaming, parents tiredly resting on a nearby bench, a couple or two strolling through holding hands, you know, the usual. Kyo sighed as he paused and stared at the scene. Why did parks have to be so depressing? Oh, right. Tohru.

The park reminded Kyo of Tohru. The tremendously innocent children smiling and laughing, Tohru could've fit right in with them if she was a lot shorter. Caring, loving parents sitting on the bench watched out and protected their kids whenever they tripped or were crying, just like Kyoko had done, only more eccentric about it. Kyo also saw how Tohru saw couple pass them down the street holding hands. She eyed them with that content longing, as if she would be perfectly happy with just that — watching couples be together and only vaguely wish that someday, in the far, far future, she might be in a romantic relationship. Romance was an extreme luxury for Tohru, just as it had been for the trip to the onsen and the ice cream cake.

Kyo forced himself to move on. Keeping his eyes ahead and memories buried, Kyo reached the hospital. For a minute, Kyo stood there unmoving. He merely stared at the handle to the entrance. Finally, Kyo gathered enough courage to reach out and grab the handle and pull open the door.

Kyo entered and noticed that nothing had really changed except for some added flowers on the side table beside the unconscious Tohru. Kyo walked over to the chair and sat down. His orange eyes scanned the girl lying beneath the white sheets, adorned in lots of bandages. Kyo gazed sadly, anger and depressing filled thoughts running through is mind, and his torso began to slowly bend over. The orange threads of his head falling carelessly in front of his face, his hands grasped firmly and protectively the small, fragile, pale one of Honda Tohru.

Kyo's teeth gritted together and his eyes tightly closed. A look of sorrow and pain swept his face. Tears fell and collected on the surface of Tohru's gripped hand. Kyo's image told onlookers that he was afraid, afraid that if he let go, he would lose Tohru forever. There, in that position, did Kyo stay until he went home when visiting hours were over.

Tohru's grandfather sat at the dinning room table, sadness plastered on his face. He had just heard his precious granddaughter had been hit by a truck and landed herself in the hospital. It was so sad; how could such a sweet girl meet such a fate? Just like her mother, only her mother had died. If Tohru will die, how could he face the loneliness? Crumbling. That family was crumbling, falling apart. Tohru's grandfather could only imagine what the Sohmas whom she had been living with were feeling. Such a tragedy. He was never particularly good with tragedy.

Tohru's grandfather sighed. He was tired and needed to rest. Grandfather rose from his seat and announced to his daughter that he was going to bed. She dismissed him indifferently and went back to reading her book. Grandfather then made his way slowly back to his room where he would ponder, and rest. Before that, though, he reached out for the phone to call Tohru's former residence.

"Hello?" came the solemn, polite, reply. Grandfather matched the voice to the silvery haired boy he had briefly met nearly two years before.

"Hello, this is Kyoko-san's grandfather," Grandfather announced so he could spark some recognition in the boy. Which he did.

"Ah! Honda-san's grandfather. Is everything all right?" Yuki's voice asked.

"Yes, everything's fine, but I've heard about the accident." Grandfather could hear the sad silence dripping through the phone. "I wanted to ask how she was doing since I had yet not gotten a chance to visit her yet."

"Oh." He could definitely hear the sad regret in Yuki's voice. "Honda-san…well, Honda-san is…Honda-san is in a coma and the doctors don't know how long it'll last, nor if she'll ever wake up. She's hanging on by a thread, so who knows…if she'll survive."

"I see," Grandfather said, a wave of sadness flooding over him. "Thank you."

"Mm-hm."

They hung up.

Grandfather heaved another heavy sigh, and trudged off to where his bedroom laid.

A week flew by.

The PYFC [Prince Yuki Fan Club were beginning to worry about Yuki's growing depression. Saki and Arisa were blaming Kyo away for the accident, even though, in truth, it wasn't really his fault. Momiji was slightly concerned about Kyo's deep sulking, but mostly concerned about Tohru's condition, and Haru…well, Haru was Haru. He tried consoling Yuki, which helped a little bit, but not by much. Nobody could be soothed. Tohru was just too deeply involved with their lives and in their hearts for them to be comforted.

Momiji bounded down the hall in a less enthusiastic way, but still had energy enough to walk down the hall with a spring in his step. Momiji was forcing his mind onto things other than Tohru. After all, it had been about a week since the incident. It didn't do to dwell on those kind of things for too long. However, Momiji wouldn't be a hundred percent normal unless Tohru at least woke up. His mind was thinking about visiting Tohru when her friends Arisa and Saki walked by.

Momiji saw murderous intent gleam in their eyes, not directed towards him of course. Obviously, Kyo had to be the one to take the fall, be the one they were mad at. Well, they would be considering how roughly and indifferently they shoved him aside when Tohru had been freshly run over. Kyo didn't cause the truck to run her over; how could he? He couldn't push her out of the way due to exposing the curse, but no one but the Sohmas and Tohru herself knew about that. So it was both fair and unfair to blame Kyo. Momiji, being the smart boy he was, decided to leave it alone. He also presumed Tohru's friends were going to visit Tohru again and stay there for a while. If he could, Momiji would go a little later than he had originally planned.

The end of school had come sooner than expected, and when the bell rang, Arisa and Saki had book it out the door. It was obvious what they were going to do. Kyo glared at the friends' retreating backs, thinking how unfair his predicament was.

In a matter of minutes, Uotani Arisa and Hanajima Saki had arrived at the hospital. They practically tore the door off its hinges as they stormed the hospital. Quickly, the two headed towards Tohru's hospital room, anxious to visit her again. They slowed down when they reached their destination, and, respectfully, they tenderly opened the door and walked through the entrance. Closing the door silently behind them, the two made their way to their best friend's side. Silence enveloped as they stared sadly at the calm and serene looking girl.

After a while, Arisa and Saki started talking to Tohru even though they knew Tohru probably couldn't hear them. Still, it gave them an image, even if only an illusion, of comfort, that Tohru would make it. Oh how wrong they were to presume such things.

Eyelids fluttered, hands twitched, and a small moan escaped. Although, it didn't escape Arisa and Saki's attention. Quite the opposite; it attracted their attention. Both girls looked at Tohru with renewed hope all over their faces. Slowly but surely Honda Tohru's eyes started to open. It was a miracle!

"Nnngh. Hana-chan, Uo-chan?" she asked, throat dry and scratchy.

"Tohru!" Arisa exclaimed in pure joy.

"Tohru-kun…" Saki replied in a slightly less calm voice than usual. Tohru gave her best friends one of her usual welcoming smiles.

"Are you okay?!" Arisa demanded, suddenly rushed with a ton of energy, and questions, too. Saki placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder to tell her to calm down. Arisa complied and turned to face Tohru again.

"I'm perfectly fine, Uo-chan," Tohru's reassuring voice said.

"You sure? You were hit pretty hard by that truck," Arisa said with concern filling deep in her being.

"Truck? Huh?" Tohru asked with a puzzled look. This startled Arisa.

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Tohru asked innocently.

"Well, that might happen with experiences like this. You're memory will come back for sure."

"Um, may I ask how long I have been out?" Tohru looked curiously at her two friends.

"About a week," Arisa replied.

"Actually, it's been eight days and thirty-six minutes," Saki declared proudly. Arisa cocked a brow at her, silently asking if this was an appropriate time to be exact.

"Oh no!" Tohru declared, bolting upright. This earned her serious pain and an ushering to lay back down by Arisa and Saki. "Grandpa will be worried."

Arisa and Saki looked at each other.

"I don't want to burden him by making him pay the hospital bill, especially since he's renovating the house!"

Arisa furrowed her eyebrows and Saki took on a concerned look.

"Tohru-kun, exactly how much do you remember?" Saki asked cautiously. Tohru was confused by Saki's concerned question.

"Well, the last thing I really remember was Grandpa telling me about the renovations and that I needed to stay at a friend's house for about four months. Oh, but I really couldn't burden either of you with —"

"Tohru, that was almost two years ago," Arisa stated seriously.

"Eh?!"

"We're third years now."

"You have also been living with the Sohma family for quite some time," Saki informed.

"Huh? You mean, Sohma Yuki-kun?" Tohru asked with a slight blush. Saki Arisa turned to exchange worried glances. Something was definitely wrong.

"Yeah, the Prince, Orangey, and that Shigure guy."

A puzzled look flickered across Tohru's pale face.

"Shigure…-san? Orangey-san? Who are they?"

It was such an innocent question. Such a genuinely confused expression. Yet it was excruciatingly painful. Arisa and Saki were positively shocked. Thank god none of the Sohmas were there.

"You honestly don't remember them?" Arisa asked, disbelief in her voice.

"No. Um, should I?"

Arisa opened her mouth, but the cautionary hand on her shoulder held her back. So instead she said…

"I'll go tell a doctor you've woken up," she said, excusing herself from that room. That left Tohru to stare confusedly at Saki. Saki smiled gently and took the chair beside Tohru's bed. Tohru followed her movements in silence. No one spoke for a moment. As Tohru opened her mouth to speak, the door to the room opened.

Behind Arisa was a tall man with short black hair and glassing sitting atop his nose. He smiled and greeted Tohru politely, and Tohru replied in the same manner. After that, the doctor shooed Tohru's worried visitors out of the room. This gave them time to discuss the words that had poured out of Tohru's mouth.

"How can she not remember them? How can she not remember Kyon!" Arisa whispered harshly, outraged.

"She must have hit her head pretty hard,' Saki replied calmly.

"Yeah, apparently. Though it might be better for her if she didn't remember Kyon. After all, it was his fault that she was run over in the first place! The Prince is someone better to remember."

"She does remember him. However, she doesn't remember being his friend, being close to him. This indeed arises a problem."

"Hell yeah, it does."

"So what will we — ?"

Click! The door opened again and the doctor's face looked grim. He told the girls he needed to run some tests, and it would take awhile. They were ushered into the waiting room. Several hours later, a nurse came to tell them that the testing was done. They dashed out of the room, desperate for answers. The doctor's face still reflected unpleasantness.

"What? What is it?" Arisa asked anxiously. The doctor took in a deep breath.

"Honda-san, well, in basic terms, she hit her head pretty hard and as a result, she has amnesia. However, due to some sever damage to her brain, if she ever remembers what she's forgotten, it would strain her brain so much it could prove fatal. So I would suggest keeping things that might trigger her memories away from Honda-san because in the most likely event that she comes in contact with one of those triggers, she'll die if she remembers."

Arisa and Saki stared at the doctor in disbelief, and then looked at each other. Die? Tohru could die if she remembered any of the Sohmas? No. Absolutely not. They would not allow this to happen. They would not allow her to die.