Warning: angsty, slightly OOC Yuki…

Sorry if it's short.

I really have no idea what I'm doing… this is just my other self writing anything that comes to mind… If you guys think that the plot is unoriginal—please don't hesitate to tell me so… if the information's all mixed up, tell me nicely. I am a very emotional girl.

There… now I got that off my chest…

I LOVE YOU…

Such a stupid phrase…

Yuki was a person who didn't tolerate stupidity very much— thus the wonderful relationship he had with his brother. He didn't even consider the words "I love you" as a sentence…

For him, it was incomplete. Meaningless. Senseless.

It was just one of those moments when he felt depressed and lonely— watching in a safe distance as Kyo and Tohru ran around the field, playing their pathetic games and running around in circles, catching the falling cherry blossoms.

Life was difficult for Yuki. It always was.

Being the mouse meant that he was subjected to the most abuse and torture… He was constantly antagonized by the cat, snake (in Ayame's own unique sort of way) and the rest of those who were downtrodden because of his rareness.

Right at that moment, it was obvious to him that Tohru had indeed chosen Kyo— over him.

It was to be expected though. Kyo was always the livelier one… the more energetic and happy one. He was fast. He was funny. He was the better guy for Tohru.

The words repeated over and over in his head until it hurt.

"Yuki-kun… are you okay?" asked Tohru.

She was standing in front of him.

He hadn't realized that he had moaned due to the throbbing of his frail head. Nor had he realized that she was looking at him with eyes full of love and concern.

Yuki was just oblivious.

"Yuki-kun… I think you should go rest…" said Tohru, gently grabbing his arm and leading him into the house.

"Where's Kyo?" asked Yuki.

"Oh. He went to buy more milk. He has weird appetite ne?"

Figures, thought Yuki, she didn't come to me because she was concerned— she came because she was bored.

"I'll go get you a blanket," muttered Tohru, leaning Yuki's head against one of the corners of the dining room.

"Don't bother Honda-san," came the weak reply.

"You want soup?"

Yuki still told her the same line.

"What do you want then?"

You, he thought numbly and miserably, feeling cold.

"Yuki-kun… I… I— hope you take care of yourself…" muttered Tohru, feeling rejected, but smiling nonetheless.

"I'm sorry," said Yuki, "I'm just not feeling well… I hope you don't take it the wrong way…" I love you… but I can't stand to see you with Kyo… I'm selfish… I'm sorry… I'm not perfect… I'm sorry…I'm selfish…

(tsuzuku… rest assured, I will update.)

Jwei Lih (04/12/05)