Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my name is neither Natsuki Takaya or Hatori Bisco. Therefore, I do not own Fruits Basket or Ouran Highschool Host Club.

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You will someday experience death, but throughout your lifetime you will see death before you numerous times. Whether it be the most insignificant life form, or that of a dearly beloved. Every human being will someday see death before their eyes, no matter how sheltered they are. And seeing this withering strawberry plant before Kyoya's eyes was no different. He didn't care much for the plant. It was only a plant after all. It gave him no merit in the end. Yet this girl, was on the verge of tears over something as simple as a strawberry plant.

"Yuki-kun worked so hard on this garden. It's such a shame to see this plant die," Tohru said rubbing away her tears. A tall blonde cocked his head in confusion at the girl who continued, "I must look silly crying at a strawberry plant, but this one means so much to me. Yuki-kun and I planted it together when I first came here," Tamaki broke the silence whispering:

"I guess Yuki-kun is not here," The boy looked up to the sky above him and stared. He stared at the few clouds that had littered the sky. Blinking, he stared at one particular cloud. To him, it looked like a small rat. Rat. Yuki-kun. Where was he? He turned his attention to Kyoya and Tohru who were talking silently to each other by the stream. When had they moved there? Shaking the thought away, Tamaki got up and made his way slowly to the two. Kyoya was sitting on another flat rock, while Tohru was skipping stones. He stood behind her for the longest time, watching the girl become engrossed in the activity. He looked at her when she suddenly stopped skipping stones. The girl turned around abruptly and made a noise when she saw Tamaki's face so close to hers. After she had calmed herself, she spoke.

"Tamaki-kun, I don't think I gave you the aloe vera plant yet. Forgive me," Tamaki just stared confused.

"Aloe vera? What will that do?" He looked at Kyoya for any help. Kyoya was scribbling away in his notebook as usual and casually said:

"Aloe can help with any rash, itch, or burn," Tamaki suddenly felt like scratching at the spot where the poison ivy touched him. Or more correctly, he had touched. Being distracted by Tohru and the plants had drifted his mind far enough that the itching had not been relevant. Sadly, it had returned. He started rubbing at the spot for any sort of relief.

"That's alright, Tohru-chan," Tamaki said following the girl back to the little patch of plants. Tohru crouched down after spotting the small section of plants. She gently broke off a piece and gave it to Tamaki.

"Please hold this while I get more Tamaki-kun," Tamaki studied the plant with burning eyes. Kyoya simply made a face at him before returning back to his work. How could this ugly, green plant stop the itching? Looking at the sides, he noticed there were small thorn like barbs sticking out from the leaf. He looked at the part that Tohru had broken off. A gel thing was oozing out! When Tohru had returned, she found Tamaki prodding the aloe vera plant. She gave a slight giggle at the blonde, who had looked up.

"I see you found out how it would work," Tohru said in between giggles. She then took the leaf from Tamaki's hand and squeezed out the gel like substance. Satisfied with the amount she spoke, "Tamaki-kun, please roll up your sleeves. I need to put this on the area," He obeyed the girl and his eyes widened when he didn't feel the need to itch his arms.

"That's so cool! Mother, record this in your notebook," Kyoya glanced at the two in front of him and sighed. Tohru looked confused.

"Why did you call Kyoya-kun mother?" she asked. Tamaki pondered on the question before saying:

"We have a club, and I am the father. Therefore, Kyoya is the mother. Yuki-kun is my new daughter!" Tohru was confused. What club needed a father? Yuki-kun isn't a girl though...

"What kind of club?" She asked confused. Tamaki gave a happy smile to Kyoya and continued.

"Well, we entertain ladies who have too much time on their hands Tohru-chan," When Tohru still seemed confused, he continued, "The basic idea is that we entertain the female population of our school," Kyoya added:

"With a price," Tamaki frowned at him and gave a slight glare.

"We weren't saying that!" Kyoya simply shrugged and returned to his notes. Tamaki happy with his explanation asked, "Do you have any other questions Tohru-chan?"

"I'm still curious why Kyoya-kun is the mother and Yuki-kun is your new daughter," She trailed off at Yuki's name.

"I am the President, King, and father of the Host Club. Kyoya is the Vice-president and therefore the mother!" Tohru seemed happy with the answer and then asked:

"But, what about Yuki-kun?"

"Kaoru-kun and Hikaru-kun are my devil son's while Haruhi is my precious daughter! But, ever Yuki-kun joined a few days ago, he's my new daughter!"

"But, Yuki-kun's not a girl," Tohru said after placing a finger to her chin.

"Ah, but since Yuki-kun's type is a Bishonen he is qualified!" Tamaki clearly saw that the girl was still confused and continued, "Each member has a type. I , for example, am the princely type,"

"I think I get it Tamaki-kun, do you mind me visiting sometime?" Kyoya heard the question and smiled.

"Of course you can Honda-san, for a price,"

"MOTHER!"

"I don't have much money on me," Tohru said sadly. Kyoya smirked. Now was his chance.

"No, you don't have to pay with money. You'll pay by giving me information," Kyoya said while flipping to Yuki's file and clicking his pen, "Now Honda-san, shall we begin?"

II

When he had entered the room, it was dark. He preferred the darkness over the bright light. Always lying there, like an actual god. He was only a mere representation, but still carried the burden of the Zodiac atop his shoulders. Akito was in that position as usual. Somehow it felt like he was mocking him, letting his own mind wait in apprehension and fear. Letting him await a strike or a gentle caress of thin fingers. It was most likely the former and it always left an angry red mark on his pale skin. How much power the Zodiac god possessed for such a thin and fragile form. He was on his knees, head bowed and awaiting any words. For what seemed like an eternity, he heard Akito speak.

"I hear you've been doing well, Yuki-kun," There it is. The silky voice, that was intertwined with anger. He clutched his pants and said in a small voice:

"Yes, Akito-sama," He hated having that honor-fic at the end. Akito didn't deserve it, but it was what he needed to say in order to stay out of harm's way.

"Hatori-san, told me something very interesting this morning," Hidden underneath his bangs, his violet eyes widened a centimeter. He didn't reply. "I hear you've joined a club, what kind is it?" His heart skipped a beat before he gathered the strength to speak again.

"A Host Club," Akito who was still facing the opposite direction of the rat, smirked, "A Host Club? It seems I have never heard of such a thing. Please explain,"

"We entertain the females of the school," Akito glared and made a fist. Filthy girls touching his Yuki? Well, that was simply unacceptable. When Akito made the movement to get up, Yuki flinched.

Why did he have to move like that? A predator circling its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The more refined and graceful Akito was, the greater anger he had. A cold hand caressed his cheek, holding it so the teen could stare at the family head.

"Why do you let those girls touch you? You don't need them, only me," Akito pulled away and stood back. He blinked slowly while he smirked.

"I also heard, that somehow more people have learned about the curse," Yuki's eyes widened. Damn. So Hatori did tell. He trembled slightly, before Akito hit him in the cheek. He could not move. Not when Akito was saying these words.

"How dare you! You let outsiders learn about this! And you're supposed to be the most aware. I guess you really do live up to your animal. Filthy, lying, and most of all. DISGUSTING," Akito spat out. He pulled on Yuki's hair letting the teen give a groan. He growled, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Slowly the silver haired boy listened and blinked at Akito.

"Their memories will be erased. Not now, but soon. Right now, I want you in your room. The one we made together," Akito smirked when he saw Yuki breath out short breathes.

"No,"

He raised his eyebrows and glared, "No? You dare say no to me! Fine, have it your way. Their memories will be erased exactly one week from now. You have to stay in that room tomorrow as well because of your disrespectfulness," He released Yuki's hair and kicked him in the right side. He bent down and whispered coldly in his ear:

"Now get out of my sight and into that room. I will be there in precisely five minutes. If you aren't present, you'll find out what happens," With that, Yuki stumbled out of the room and landed into Haru's arms. How warm they were compared to the temperature of that room. If only he could stay in the warmth that he needed and not running blindly into the lion's den. Sluggishly he removed Haru's arms from his body and disappeared into the hallway.

'Please forgive me Tamaki-san, Kyoya-san. I truly apologize for the inconvenience.'

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I promised a double update. And sadly, I changed my mind and made this chapter slightly longer. Hey, don't look at me like that. Oh. I failed my Geometry Final by the way. I was very depressed... That was the test I was blabbing on and on about a few chapters ago. Poor me. Critiques, comments, flames, bricks, marshmallows, Lego's you know where to send them.

(Another thing you might have noticed. I'm trying to test out different kinds of writing styles. This chapter is an example of one of them. I hope you enjoyed the crappy-ness of this chapter)