Whassup

So I've decided I need to update now that I have a bit of free time

God the kids at my school are so nosy.

GO AWAY STOP LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER

Okay we're good.

Tohru's POV:

"Honda-san," my aunt approaches me, "Have you cleaned up your mess yet?"
"N-not yet," I shake my head, "I was just going to-."
"Go pack her things," Yuki appears in the doorway, "I'm here to help miss Honda move."
"Move?" my aunt laughed humorlessly, "The girl can't even afford class trips! How is she paying to move?" Yuki's fists clenched and his violet eyes filled with fury.
"Come on." I grab his wrist, pulling him down the hallway.
"And where do you think you're going?" auntie follows us, smirking.
"To pack." I say, eyes cast downward.
"You're serious!" she chuckles, "Oh, dear Tohru, you are so much like your idiot mother."
"Mom was not-"
"Soon enough, you'll wind up right back on our doorstep, knocked up and nowhere to go." she smiles coldly, "Like mother, like daugh-." My hand acts on its own accord, flying out and striking her right on the cheek.
"Do not talk about my mother that way you heartless witch." I have to work to hide the tremble in my voice. Did I really just do that? "Yuki, please come help me pack up my stuff. I don't want to be here a second longer than I have to."

Kyo's POV:

"I'm home!" I call to the silent house.
If Tohru were still here, she'd come out all smiling and welcome me home.
But she's not.
"In my office!" comes Shigure's faint reply. I pad down the hall, trying (but failing) not to wince as I pass Tohru's room.
"Hey." I poke my head in the office.
"What should we have tonight?" he waves a couple takeout menus, "Chinese, Italian, or Mexican?"
"Chinese."
"Yuki doesn't like Chinese."
"I'm aware."
"Your funeral." He mutters, punching in the phone number.
"What?" I snap.
"Hey Min, just calling in to order the usual." He grins impishly.
"Asshole." I snarl, storming out to the roof.

Tohru's POV:

The more I think about it, the dumer this idea is.

"What if they say I can't live there?" I frown.

"They won't." Yuki assures me.
"What if they hate me?"
"They won't."
"What if-"
"Tohru, forgive me for saying this, but you're being ridiculous."
"You're right." I nod, helping him set my box of possessions on the porch. Flashing me a brief smile, he reaches forward and slides open the door.
"Welcome home."

Yes, this seems like a good place to stop.

Love you!