Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Musouka ~ Dare to Dream ❯ To Find Your Wings ( Chapter 34 )

Chapter Thirty-four

 

To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.

 

Anatole France

 

To Find Your Wings

 

“Please Honda-san, I need to know,” Eriko said, her voice now beg-full and less tolerant. Her patience was thin, yet somehow she was able to maintain her angry position. If this question were answered with a yes, she would hate herself for her being so stupid. But if answered with a no, what other people could she get plausible leads from?

But somehow, her reply from Tohru was solemn, quiet, and most aggravating of all, un-answered…Tohru's head was downcast, but Eriko didn't seem to notice or care about her predicament. Eriko's fingers dug into the sheet that caressed her lower body. Her knees absorbed the pain and her brows furrowed. Was she ignoring Eriko? Or was she thinking about how to answer? Either way is threatened Eriko's sanity. Every moment she spared as they sat in silence made her patience only thinner, to the point it was only a sheer thread. But she couldn't, and wouldn't shout out. She didn't want to gain anyone's attention, but a tiny spark within her heart only told her that Tohru's well being seemed troubled.

Eriko didn't want to hurt her, nor anybody else for that matter. She only wanted some, no, a lot of answers. Were they too hard to answer? Someone had to have the answers, if only she could pick them out and interrogate them. But from this point and before, it seemed to be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Why couldn't there just be a message that said `go here and all your questions will be answered'? She supposed life could never be easy, for those who were novices.

“So…it's true then isn't it?” Eriko muttered, her body gave out an involuntary shiver as she leaned down and her left hand pinched the bridge of her nose. “About the curse…Tohru? You know about me don't you? So why didn't you tell me about them before?”

“I'm s-sorry…but I was sworn to secrecy…” Tohru finally spoke, but Eriko remained motionless. She was sworn to secrecy? By whom? The Sohma family? She could only suppose that was the answer, she suddenly felt a small ball of guilt building up in her chest, tightening with every feeling that now returned to her after being absent in the dream.

“Don't worry about it Honda, I would have figured it out on my own either way…” Eriko said, neither one moved, afraid to speak. Eriko was somewhat worried about the girl, she was hardly quiet, barely ever cheerless, but she was now saddened. Because of Eriko, why couldn't she discover happy things? Just for once, she would like to see someone smile from something she said something she asked. It must have been something illegal then, to see someone smile because of her. She let out a strained sigh and slowly looked up. “You look like you're the one that's cursed Honda, what's up? As long as you don't tell my secret I won't tell anyone, it's not like you told me directly right? Honda?”

“N-No, it's m-my fault…” Tohru mumbled, her hands were making fists, clamping down on her skirt that was over her folded legs. Eriko laid her chin on her left hand and stared at the Riceball. What was her fault? Letting her know there were Sohmas cursed? She never told her, though her silence did tell her everything she needed to know, maybe she should stop her curiosity, too bad it was impossible. “I should have been honest with you on the night I found out you were the Fox, I should've said something, anything to make you feel complete…I should have known you were complete, you have Kyo…”

I have Kyo? Wait a minute… Eriko looked up in thought.

 

Eriko eyed her aqua orbs; there was something abnormal about them. Sadness wove itself around her irises, but so did determination and happiness, but something else caught her eye, it was an unsure emotion, but Eriko tried to decipher it, but didn't succeed.

 

This wasn't making much sense, this feeling; the unsure emotion she had seen in Tohru the evening she found out Eriko was cursed by the Fox was there, in her voice instead. It had gone from a simple look in her eyes to the uneasiness in her tone. What was this feeling that was spreading throughout her body? It was spreading faster than cancer, but it seemed much more disturbing than that.

What are you feeling Honda? What's bothering you…? Eriko thought, her eyes shifting back towards Tohru, figuring out that message her little glimpses of uncertainties seemed to be bigger than Tohru herself.

After moments of silent sobbing from Tohru (why she was in the first place still baffled Eriko) and nothing from Eriko. The Fox stared at Tohru; both trying to answer how to comfort her and what in the world was bothering her so badly. But she did know this didn't come out of anywhere quickly. It seemed to have been building up, as if at this point it wanted to come out so bad, she was forced to restrain herself. Eriko leaned over and placed her left hand on Tohru's shoulder, she looked up and their gazes met. There was, bigger than ever, that gleam in her eye Eriko couldn't decipher. But now it hit her, fast and hard.

“This doesn't have anything to do with the curse does it? This has to do with your feelings, I know it does…” Eriko finally spoke. Tohru's aquatic orbs didn't leave her steely blue pools. As if attached to them by a magnet. Eriko could finally read them; she could go from line to line, as if reading her soul in between the lines of her irises. Though for some reason, Eriko didn't feel much about it, she actually thought of happiness, there was someone that could love him in her place, once she left…

“No…it has everything to do with the curse…by the end of next year, he'll be gone…” Tohru managed to choke out. How much Eriko wanted to comfort her, but her curse wouldn't allow it, but in this state, Tohru didn't seem to care either way. But the Fox was unsure of what she was talking about, was she talking about Eriko? Or about someone else…wait a minute, her prediction was right.

“You like-no! You love him don't you?” Eriko asked, Tohru finally tore her eyes away from Eriko's and it hung. She sat there, and cried.

“I'm sorry-y…I shouldn't h-have feelings for him…when you two love each other so much…I shouldn't have…p-please forgive me…” Tohru pleaded, she didn't seem to be able to look into Eriko's eyes, but if she looked up. She would have seen the small, light smile on the Fox's face.

“You don't need my permission nor anyone else's permission to love somebody Honda-san, you didn't need your mother's permission to love her, to think about her, heck, to talk to her picture.” Tohru managed out a giggle, but it didn't change her mood completely. Eriko squeezed her shoulder slightly. “What I mean to say is that, you can love Honda, love him as much as you want, you know as well as I do if the curse is not broken, I won't be here after graduation.” But this only made Tohru cry harder.

“He won't be here either…he's the Cat…” Tohru cried, tears streaming down her face. The little light provided from the thin crack from her window made the tears glisten like crystals. There was no doubt in Eriko's mind that Kyo was the Cat that was the first person to come to her mind when she first woke up after all. But what happened to the Cat after graduation, could it have the same destiny as her…no, she would know for sure…

“What'll happen to Kyo?” Eriko asked sternly, Tohru continued to cry her impatience began to come back. “Honda-san! Calm down…I don't want anyone else drawn into this! So just answer me…I've been without so many answers for too long, I just want a few questions that's all. Think you can manage?” Eriko hissed, Tohru looked up, her sobbing stopped. She quickly wiped her face and managed out a weak smile, but it wasn't genuine, she knew.

“When graduation comes…Kyo will be forced to be locked up, not be associated with anyone. He would have to die alone…” Tohru began. “And I wanted us all to stay together always…”

“Then you'll always be together…” Eriko replied, her tone much softer. She took her hand off Tohru's shoulder and backed up into her futon and leaned against the wall. “I remember someone saying at one point in my life `Hope is the companion of power and the mother of success, For those of us who hope strongest have within us the gift of miracles.' The person who told me had gray hair, it might've been Yuri, but who cares now. But the point is that…did you say he'll be locked up?” Tohru's eyes gleamed with tears, but my guilt began to ebb away, whatever guilt was there anyway.

“Yes, every generation of the Cat dwells within the Neko room after his or her graduation.” Tohru answered, needless to say, Eriko was kind of shocked. Lock a cat away? She had always found it impossible, especially when she spotted a gang of young boys when she was little trying to tie a line of cans to its tail. But it was too agile and quick, as soon as the cat gave a boy a swat, it bolted, Eriko doubted the boys ever saw the cat again.

“Why?”

“It's the fate of the Cat?” Tohru answered.

“And what about everyone else?” Eriko asked, certainly the Cat couldn't have been the only one given such an unfair treatment. But no one deserved such a curse.

“Well, I'm not sure, but my theory is none of them can fall in love…” Tohru answered as her hands went up to her mouth, she began to hiccup. “Hatori's eye was hurt when he wanted to marry a woman, and well…I shouldn't be telling you this, I was sworn to secrecy and if anyone finds out my memory will be erased…”

“Erased? Who has the power to do that? And who would do such things to avoid any love coming into the juunnishi lives?” Eriko asked, darn her curiosity, she could see very clearly this was upsetting Tohru more and more. But her mouth continued to move, as fast as questions came into her mind.

“I can't say…I-I'm sorry…” Tohru managed to cough out, she began to pale.

“It's all right Honda, just relax or you'll pass out.” Eriko warned, but Tohru didn't seem to have the ability to relax at all. This scared Eriko and she wondered if she should get help, but for some reason, she couldn't leave, not without having answers. “Who was the grandson of the last Cat?” Tohru's eyes widened and she went silent for a minute as she stared up at Eriko.

“Kazuma Sohma of course, but how did you-” Eriko hushed her gently, giving her a dry cloth. Tohru took it and began to wipe off her face.

“It's not important, well not to you anyway. Just relax all right, it's hard enough to deal with my own problems.” Eriko said with a tough tone. But Tohru didn't take notice and when she was done, took down the cloth and announced that she would wash it.

“Can you promise, to tell no one of what you found out?” Tohru asked, Eriko nodded.

“You didn't tell me Tohru, but yes, I'll have this conversation held secret.” Eriko replied, Tohru smiled, and Eriko felt her burdens lift. She smiled, because of something she said.

 

“Finally, we're going home!” Yasashiku and Benjiro complained as they hurried onto the bus with their bags, with Kaemon and Myuu in tow. It was six at the moment, in the evening. But all three of the boys noticed Myuu's silence. She had been unusually quiet and withdrawn throughout the day's activities, it made them nervous. They quickly nabbed the four back seats, Benjiro and Kaemon sat on the left while Yasashiku and Myuu sat on the right. The other students came in; thankfully, Eisuka was one of the last and was forced to sit near the front with Izumi and Chiyo.

“Yo, Yasashiku?” The foursome looked out of the right window to see Riku staring up at them, he was in his normal state with the bored expression on his face. “Sorry about yesterday, we discussed Yami-san's and Genki-kun's behavior and Hikari-sama and I will be taking over for a while.”

“That doesn't change a damn thing Zebra! We're having a rematch later! And without a crowd!” Yasashiku roared out of the open window. The bus engine started up and Taura said her good-byes.

“Whatever you say, just prepare to lose.” Riku replied with a bored tone, his teal eyes revealing nothing of his inner emotions. This bugged Yasashiku and Benjiro.

“He can kick your sorry ass anytime! And anywhere!” Benjiro retorted.

“Don't press the issue Benjiro,” Kaemon said.

“Whose side are you on? You should be helping me press the issue!” Benjiro snapped, Kaemon shrugged. But Yasashiku urged them back into their seat; they were getting too close to Yasashiku for comfort. Riku remained emotionless, and Yasashiku continued to roar at him till the bus began to move. The last they saw of him were when Taura and Riku were waving them off. The horizon line swallowed them as they grew some ten miles away.

“That wasn't all that fun,” Benjiro whined.

“But it was better than hearing boring old lectures from Usaki.” Yasashiku stated.

“I guess…” Benjiro sighed, Kaemon pulled out a book and began to read it, tuning out the world. Benjiro folded his arms arched his back, fitting himself comfortably in the seat. Yasashiku placed a hand on Myuu's head, when he spotted her looking out the window.

“Hey, you all right? You've been so quiet?” Yasashiku asked, she gave him a small smile when she turned around. Her once bright midori orbs were now clouded by sadness, he searched for a translator, but found no matches to that certain look, but his chest-pounding emotion said something was bothering her.

`She's looks…distraught, not horribly major, but she does have a way with hiding things doesn't she?' a gruff, but warm voice asked, it seemed to come from the back of his head, but it didn't bother him, that voice came and went every now and then to point out the obvious.

No duh, but she isn't going to tell me, she hates having other people drawn into her problems, Yasashiku thought with a mental snort. Myuu was unintentionally stubborn. But he didn't know Eisuka was being so rough with her till she didn't reappear in class.

`I think both of us know her current condition has something to do with whom she slept with last night? Why don't you ask?'

I was going to, relax, yeesh… “Hey, Myuu-chan? Did something happen last night?” Yasashiku asked, “and tell the truth, I can tell when you're lying.”

`Liar, can't even tell when someone's telling the truth…'

Keep out of this!

Myuu grew more upset, Yasashiku's ears picked up a sniffle, but she looked down, apparently not comfortable with the question.

“What did they do now?” Yasashiku asked with annoyance in his tone, trying to keep it quiet so they wouldn't get attention from Benjiro and Kaemon. Myuu didn't look up, as if she were frightened; intimidated.

`Yep, they did something. Hurry and get it out of her, take it slow though, females like to be emotional.'

Hurry and slow aren't a possible combination, and how would you know if women like being emotional? You're not even alive to know!

`As long as you're alive, I know things. But get on with it all ready!'

Yasashiku sighed and his right arm snaked around Myuu's neck and pressed her against him in a light embrace, he laid his head on hers and waited for a response. But it only took her till another twenty minutes -when Yasashiku was on the verge of falling asleep- did she begin to say something.

“It's nothing…” Myuu muttered, Yasashiku face-faulted.

“You can tell me…you do trust me right?” Yasashiku asked as he gained his former posture, Myuu eventually nodded, but it was small. “And don't worry about being a tattle-tale, I could care less about those unless they're tattling on us. So…any day now…” He didn't mean to sound rushed or harsh at all, but his patience was pretty thin layered.

“…” Myuu however, remained tight-lipped.

The sky grew dark as the hours passed, and as they did, the bus grew quieter and quieter as people began to fall into slumber. Eventually it was near ten, and whoever else was awake and chatter Usaki silenced. But he too fell asleep within another fifteen minutes; thank goodness the driver was on maximum stamina. Benjiro was sound asleep and giving off slight snores, Kaemon's mini-flashlight was on and he was reading his dictionary again. Yasashiku was staring out at the night sky, with a sleeping Myuu in his arms.

His mind began to wander, as if he were in the skies themselves. He remembered when he was little, when his father was still alive. Sometime after the move his father grew ill with an unnoticed cancer that had spread throughout his body without anyone knowing it. His mother was very surprised to find him still in their study in the morning, but he was long dead by then. Before school term started, his funeral came, and gone. It was slow and darkening. Yasashiku was quiet and held himself prisoner in his own room. The only one able to go inside and talk some sense into him into getting him to eat, his mother along with so many others worried.

Yasashiku never planned on being so withdrawn; he was actually planning on being more responsible, and to fill in his father's place. He actually already had his future planned out; he was going to be a game designer, much like his father. He was actually a famous one, known as the Sougen Kisai, Savannah Genius since he made one of Japan's most popular games known as the Deadly Savannahs. Yasashiku played it, but he didn't get to the end because his mother wasn't too fond of the graphic scenes of violence.

It was about a young lion cub that you had to control and help survive in the wild. There were about fifty levels, he was only on level seven, and so far each one he had already completed took at least two days each to move on. So far, the lion cub -Seizonsha- had only grown a few inches taller and didn't even start on his mane yet. But it grew more violent when it came to hunting; it was too gruesome for his mother.

But anyway, his mother did allow him to keep the game since it was a product of his father's work, but ever since his death, he never resumed playing it. But now he was thinking about, as his eyes traced the shape of Aries among the stars, it would be a while till he saw Leo. Yasashiku believed Leo inspired his father into making Deadly Savannahs, it was his horoscope and they were out on the night he gotten that inspiration. It was almost like yesterday they were out under the moon, catching fireflies.

 

“Hey Dad! Aren't going to catch some?” Ten-year-old Yasashiku asked, his father, Rinji Sanotomono smiled down at his son, who held a jar with a few lightning bugs inside. Yasahiku was the livid image of his father, blond hair and golden eyes, well, his father's were brown, but being cursed by the Lion, it was only natural Yasashiku had golden eyes.

“I'm afraid I've outgrown the habit of simply catching fireflies,” Rinji laughed, Yasashiku though, frowned.

“Outgrow? You mean you don't want to anymore?” Yasashiku asked, Rinji laughed at Yasashiku's poorly made puppy eyes. It only made the Lion try harder.

“You'll understand when you're older,” Rinji said, Yasashiku shrugged and put down the jar and quickly ran after another yellow glow. Leaving Rinji to stare up at the night sky, Yasashiku's mother, Marise was inside cleaning up, leaving her son and husband to have their own fun.

“Hey Dad, what are you looking at?” Yasashiku asked some few minutes later as he placed another firefly in the jar and picked it up, then he walked over to his father and sat down beside him. Rinji placed an arm around his shoulders.

“Why, I'm looking at the stars.” He answered, Yasashiku stared up at them, finding nothing special, and he looked back at his father's face.

“I don't see anything too great about it,” he stated, Rinji let out a warm laugh.

“It's not what you see at the moment son, if you look harder, you will see a great lion. Roaring, and running across the sky out of pride.” Rinji said. Yasashiku said he didn't see any lion, making Rinji chuckle. “Here, you see that star?” He placed his head next to Yasashiku's to make it easier to spot the star he was referring to. Yasashiku nodded, then Rinji began to connect the stars, Yasashiku stared in wonder.

“I see him Dad,” the Lion said with joy. “Are all the stars connected to make pictures?”

“Not all of them, but it is hard to tell just by looking at them. You see, from here they look close, but in reality they are millions and billions of light years and possibly galaxies apart. But somehow, they are always connected.” Rinji explained, “Star pictures like Leo the Lion I showed you are what we call constellations. Groups of stars that are connected,”

“Are we connected Dad?” Yasashiku asked.

“Earth's a planet, not a star Yasashiku.” Rinji stated with a chuckle.

“Well yeah, but maybe on another planet that has humans and animals on it too thinks we're a star too. I wonder what we look like?” Yasashiku said, Rinji laughed.

“That's a good prediction son, maybe you'll be like your old man and make fantasies come to life.” Rinji said.

“Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want, you know Mei is fine with it.” Rinji said.

“Then I will, I want to make games too!”

“But, in order to be one, you have to think like one.” Rinji said with a sly smile, Yasashiku eyed him with interest.

“How do you think like one? Mom already says I'm like your miniature clone.” Yasashiku said.

“I bet she did, moms say things like that all the time about their kids.” Rinji stated. “But to think like a game designer, and to design your own fantasies, you have to be self-motivated, you have to feel for the fantasy. One of my favorite fantasies are the worlds other than this one, and the way to find them is to fly to them.”

“But we don't have wings, and besides, America had a hard enough time getting to the moon. There's no way we can fly anywhere at anytime.” Yasashiku said in a matter-of-factly tone.

“You're not thinking like a game designer son, you're suppose to feel it. To imagine it! You got to feel what it might just be like, beyond human capabilities, that's how a game designer thinks and feels. You just need to find your wings.” Rinji said as he lightly took the jar full of fireflies and unscrewed the lid, “And fly…” when he took off the lid, the fireflies flew out of the jar, their yellow glows lighting the path to the skies above.

 

Rinji was Yasashiku's father and role model. Yasashiku had always wanted to be like him, but due to his job, Rinji had little time for family, but when he got the chance, he was with them on every minute he could spare. But on the day he and his mother discovered him dead, slouching in his study's chair, neither were able to go in there again, to look at his unfinished work and other games that were popular amongst the teenage world.

“You look sad…” Yasashiku looked down and discovered Myuu looking up at him. She clung tighter to his arm tighter, her sad emerald pools looking up into his golden rings.

“Not as sad as you, care to tell me what was bothering you now?” Yasashiku asked, Myuu bit her bottom lip and looked back out the window. Yasashiku smiled, in a way, she did remind him of himself when he was little. Stubborn (though he did it on purpose), secretive (all right, not all the time), and not to forget adorable (hey, he can brag can't he?). Myuu was much like a silent kitten, in the arms of a powerful lion. But maybe, this lion could get her to talk.

“I can't tell you…”

“And why not?”

“Because you'll only worry about me more…more than you're suppose to.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. You're not telling me because you don't want me to worry?” Yasashiku asked, looking down at her, she began to go silent again, but she looked up when he laughed quietly. “If that's a yes, then it's all right. People are suppose to worry, it shows that we are concerned about the well-being of others.”

 

“Yasashiku! Don't do that again!” Marise scolded the seven-year-old Yasashiku, he pouted. They were at the mall, and Yasashiku wandered off and Marise and Rinji had the whole mall on lookout for him. They finally found him outside the mall, but at the circus about five miles away. It turned out he spotted a few actors under cover at the food court and smelled lions on one of them, turns out he was a lion tamer. He eagerly followed them out of the mall and into the trunk of their car. When he got there he snuck out and was found inside a cage with a 430-pound male lion inside, scratching his ears.

Needless to say, Yasashiku was sentenced to a four month of punishment, but when the lion showed tractable behavior when the lion tamer did his work on him, it was reduced to two months, as he still snuck out of the mall without them knowing.

“Why did you even do that?” Marise cried, “we were worried sick about you!”

“You shouldn't worry, I'm always fine,” Yasashiku stated with boredom.

“That's not the point! You could have crawled into a car with robbers! Been eaten alive by that lion! You could've-”

“But he's fine Marise, that's all that matters right?” Rinji asked with a nervous smile, they were at home now, after they got Yasashiku back.

“Well, yes, but we have to reduce the probability of him doing it again.” Marise pointed out.

“He won't, will you son?”

“He's your son! Of course he'll do it again!” Marise cried.

“Well, anyway, she is right on one thing Yasashiku. We were worried sick, please don't do that again.” Rinji said, with a firm and strong voice.

“Why did you worry anyway?” Yasashiku asked.

“Because that's what parents do, and because we care.” Rinji answered.

 

“Trust me, I found out how serious worrying can make people. I had two months to think about it.” Yasashiku stated, Myuu giggled and smiled up at him.

“Was it that bad?” she asked, he snorted.

“A whole two months without playing Tony Hawk's skating game, it was torture.” They erupted into small laughter; Kaemon peered up at them, but just as quickly looked back down at his book. “So, are you going to tell me what the Bad Girl Eisuka and her evil crew did to you? You could've slept in our room, we had an extra bed.”

“Oh well…” she blushed slightly, Yasashiku took notice.

“Is it because we were all guys? You need to be naughty at times Myruru,” Yasashiku said, nudging her gently with his elbow, she blushed harder.

“Yasa-kun!” He chuckled.

“But seriously Myuu, what did they do?” Yasashiku asked after his laughing ceased, his golden pools staring up into hers with intense worry.

“Oh well…they were teasing me again,” she finally answered, he sighed out of relief.

“About what? The usual?” Yasashiku asked.

“Well, no…not exactly, they baited me with Fluffly,” Myuu said as she pulled out her stuffed cat and showed him.

“You still have that old thing? It's like…old,” Yasashiku said, his eyes bulging at the cat. She brought it close her chest and buried her nose into its head.

“But you know how precious it is to me,” she replied, her lids drooping. She felt his hand ruffled her hair a little, she looked up. She flushed slightly as she actually took in his appearance, though it wasn't as messy as this morning when he came out of his room -which he forgot to brush his hair- but Eisuka, Chiyo, and Izumi still stared him down like he was the king of Egypt.

His blond locks flashed a brilliant gold under the moonlight's stare, and it framed his face perfectly like his face was the picture and his hair was the frame. His skin looked milky white and his eyes resembled melted gold swirling around and around, it didn't make her dizzy, but rather warm inside.

“So they teased and baited you? Maybe I should talk with her…” he muttered a small curse under his breath

“No, don't! There isn't any reason for you to get involved!” Myuu gasped, tugging at his sleeve.

“But I'm the reason this all began, maybe if you didn't know me then nothing bad would have happened to you this year.” Yasashiku said, looking away.

“But if it weren't for you, back then those boys would have hurt me, and I probably wouldn't have met Kaemon-kun and Benjiro-kun either, I am very grateful that I met you,” Myuu stated happily, Yasashiku blushed a shade of pink and their eyes met.

“Seriously? I'm not a bad cub?” he asked with a hint of amusement, an eyebrow vanishing into his bangs.

“No, not bad at all.” Myuu answered as she embraced him, he hugged her back. He heard something behind him.

“Geez, get a room would you?” Benjiro growled sleepily, Yasashiku grinned slyly and shifted Myuu over, still in the embrace.

“This my friend, is what you should do with the girlfriend you'll never have.” Yasashiku said with a sly tone, Kaemon looked up and a smile graced his lips. Benjiro bolted up and threatened to punch Yasashiku. Yasashiku though, moved Myuu in front of them. "Let's not forget their 100% super strong iron defense.” Kaemon chuckled as Benjiro was forced to put his fist down.

“Coward…”

“Yasashiku!” Myuu scolded as he laughed and put her back in her seat. Mr. Usaki stood up in the front and called to them to go to sleep. Benjiro nestled back down and cursed as he did, Kaemon smirked and his flashlight turned off. Myuu cuddled into her backpack she had against the window with Fluffly in her arms, Yasashiku took advantage of the situation and folded his arms, then collapsed onto Myuu. Her eyes opened instantly, but with a smile closed them again.

 

“You just need to find your wings…and fly…”

 

 

A/N:

 

I am sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in a while, something happened to my wrist so I couldn't type. But now I'm all better and rearing to go with the Pirates of the Caribbean background music stuck in my head (I play the violin and once my orchestra had to play that and let me tell you, it was hard to master, heck, I don't think I mastered it at all!). But I don't know about you guys but I am falling for Yasashiku's and Myruru's relationship here! And yes, this might just be a Kyo/Tohru fic after all, I just love turn-arounds! Let's all thank Ayame though for making up such an adorable name for Myuu! =^-^= I hope everyone's summer's going great, I have miserable, hateful homework, it should be illegal to have homework over the summer! I also have to practice my violin to get into this orchestra group and train for Cross-Country! What a workout!