Sarah: Wow it has been quite awhile. This chapter took forever to right... it is so long I can't believe it. Well this I hope you enjoy it. Please Read and Review!

And yes I understand that I am missing some of the Juunishi members. I did it on purpose.

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Akito took hold of Tohru’s bloody sandals and ripped them off of her feet. He climbed over her and straddled her waist. Tohru’s eyes widened in realization. For such a fragile body, Akito’s weight suppressed her body. It was as if she could feel off of the hatred and sadness crushing her.

“Why?” Tohru murmured through her frail mouth. “Why does it bother you so much for others to be happy?”

Akito silently took out his blade and placed it on the floor beside him. “Because, then there is no room for loving me. Now stop talking I need to finish this before anyone finds you.”

Covering Tohru’s mouth with one of his pale and icy hands, Akito ripped open her shirt with the other. With one fierce lash, Akito wrenched Tohru’s bra off of her chest. Tohru tried to scream but she was engulfed in fear. Akito’s nails dug deep into the corners of her mouth causing her pain. He grabbed for the knife and positioned it over her heart.

It was then Tohru came to a conclusion. Akito wasn’t going to rape her… he was going to carve out her heart.

Kagura

Kagura was putting her belongings into her teddy bear backpack. “Mom, I’m going out for a walk in the park!” Kagura slipped the tiny bag over her thin shoulders and straightened out her sundress. She slid open the door of her apartment in Sohma house and stepped onto the wooden porch. She began to step down onto the ground and prepared her journey to the park. Kagura glanced back at the Sohma gates and hummed to herself.

“The sky looked so pretty the morning,” she said to herself. “I hope it doesn’t start raining like it was last night.” The tap of her flip flops mended into a melodious beat of the heavy wind whisking itself through the trees.

Kagura came up to a street corner and awaited the crossing light to turn green. Different city people pressed in around her, hoping not to get to close to any men, Kagura begged the indicator to turn green. Eventually everyone began to move and she crossed the street into the park in no time at all. Reaching down into a bed of flowers Kagura began to arrange a bouquet. Kagura’s eyes widened. She felt a strange clutch at her heart, like it was being pierced right through with. The Spirit of the Boar was thrashing about. Kagura fell to the ground crying out in pain. An image of Akito crossed her mind, and then darkness took her.

Momiji

Picking up the torn picture of his family, Momiji positioned all of the pieces to align correctly. He reached over for the scotch tape and began to attach the pictures to the bright colored construction paper.

“I love art projects! I want Tohru to do one with me the next time I visit. Oh that’s exciting! I can’t wait to ask her!” Momiji said laughing. He continued to paste different kinds of pictures together.

“There, all finished,” Momiji marveled over his artwork and made different kinds of confusing looks. He shrugged and went to hang the collage up on the wall right by his bed.

“Perfect.” Momiji jumped off of the bed and gleamed at his room with the new touch he had just added. Momiji crouched by his bed and lifted up the bed skirt. Lingering beneath his bed, Momiji slowly dragged a black case.

“Momma, Daddy, and Momo,” he introduced. “Welcome to the violin majestic of yours truly, Momiji Sohma.” Bending down he took a slight bow and reached for his violin and bow. Classical music flowed out of the strings Momiji rubbed ever so precisely with the bow. He closed his eyes thinking of Tohru. Suddenly, the peaceful music stopped abruptly. All of the color in Momiji’s face drained. Momiji fell hard onto his knees and clutched at his chest. Such pain in his heart, it felt like a loved one was being mercilessly taken away from him. Something was tearing his happiness away. There was a crack as Momiji hit the ground senseless and tears rolled silently down his cheeks, lying beside him were the damaged violin and snapped bow.

Hatsuharu

A raindrop slid its way down the back of his neck. His black and white hair matted upon the top of his head. Groaning in annoyance, Haru Sohma tried to calculate the distance between where he was standing and the hospital. He unzipped the leather jacket he was wearing and slid the bouquet of blood red roses beneath it.

“You’re the last thing I have to protect, please don’t give out on me,” Haru closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and resumed his trudge through the city to the hospital. He was debating on whether to go to Shigure-sensei’s house before the hospital, but thought better of it. Rin either sleeps, thrashes, and/or ignores the hell out of you if you don’t go visit at precisely the right time.

“Why the hell is it raining so hard?” Haru squinted as he tried to stare at the gray colorless sky, only succeeding in getting his face soaked. He was in a bad mood as it was, this was going to throw him off the edge. But, Haru remembered to keep his cool. No use going black on a visit to see the love—. Burning erupted all over his chest at the thought. Wincing in pain and clawing at his chest, Hatsuharu felt himself go into his black stage. He was being laughed at.

“Stupid!”

Haru turned around looking for the source of the voice.

“Dumb cow!”

He swiveled around again trying to see who had the nerve to disturb him when he was unstable. Then he realized, the voices were coming from his own mind.

“I’m not dumb! Get your ass over here if you think you’re so tough!” Taking the roses along with his other clenched fist, Haru tried to silence the loud torments growing inside his mind. Then it stopped. A searing pain swarmed his heart and his body fell limp into the lobby of the hospital. The roses scattering onto the ground. One fiery petal grazing Haru’s cheek, before he was swarmed by nurses and doctors.

Ayame

Ayame was working preorder shift. Meaning that he was busily threading together a beautiful wedding dress. In the backroom. No spotlight. Mine was working the register, accommodating a happy couple with a set of lingerie. From last night through the day, he has been wondering about the unsettling dreams he has been having. But he shook it off. Don’t let some dream destroy your disposition.

“I wonder if Tohru would wear a wedding dress like this,” Ayame said finishing his thread work. The dress was a strapless, shimmering gown that reached the floor. Simple on Ayame’s part but beautiful nonetheless. It was so intricate but then it wasn’t. There was little embroidery yet there was so much the dress said. It made a statement. You were drawn to it. There was a certain wonder to the way it gleamed in the light. No matter what perspective you looked at it, you fell in love.

Just like Tohru.

He set the needle down onto the table and braided his hair over his shoulder to get it out of the way. Since he hadn’t succeeded in the category much, Ayame spent most of his time nowadays worrying over Yuki’s welfare and love life. He knew Tohru was the missing element. She proved to him and everyone else that everybody had the right to love.

Ayame began to cough. Memories raced through his mind and intense fear and protectiveness coated his body. Using all of the strength he possessed, Ayame tried to keep his eyes from fluttering closed. But with an invisible blow to his chest, Ayame fell to the ground, his tears hidden beneath the folds of the wedding dress.

Kisa and Hiro

Kisa yawned and put her head on Hiro’s shoulder. They were watching a random anime on TV. Hiro tensed his muscles at Kisa’s touch. She had that effect on him. Hiro has loved her for so long.

“Kisa, are you okay?” he tried to spark conversation.

“Yes,” Kisa shed a soft smile and grazed her fingers across the warm carpet beneath her.

“I love you,” Hiro smiled back and reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers through hers. Kisa one of her moods

“Ow! It hurts! Stop it! Hiro help!” Kisa clutched at her head and attempted to stand up. Hiro tried to ignore the throbbing he felt in his heart. Kisa stumbled and fell to the ground. Hiro reached out to touch her and she writhed in pain. Hiro’s heart jumped inside his chest. He winced and turned away, coughing and spitting up blood. He fell backwards and closed his eyes. The tiniest bit of blood trickled out of his mouth.

Kisa stared in disbelief at was happening, she stood up again, only to feel dizzy and pain spun out from her chest through her entire body. She felt her brain shutting down and swayed from side to side. Reaching out to Hiro, she stumbled and Kisa fell onto Hiro her left hand limp in his right.

Rin

Dark eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Various tubes and machines were attached to Rin and made concentrating difficult. She was going through her one of her “episodes”.

“Things seem more dreary than usual,” she muttered, clearly upset. Rin smiled into the gray clouds. “Just as the world is… depressing and full of hate,” she sighed again. The pale skin of her arm revealed the fresh lacerations of her most recent encounter with “god”. ‘More like and unstable and emotional wreck.’ Rin thought to herself shaking her head in disgust. She hated family, they didn’t do anything but betray her, disappoint her, and forsake her.

But something proved to Rin that all the people present in life weren’t just there to throw you to the ground.

It was her.

Every single time Rin had pushed her away, she just kept coming back. No anger or vengeance either. Just plain good intention. She reminded her of Haru. Always calm, and willing to care. These were the only two people that ever seemed to care about Rin.

Tohru was her release.

With that final thought an emergency buzzer rang calling doctors and various nurses to Rin’s bedside. She had fallen into violent seizures. All with a soft smile on her face.

Hatori

Hatori fell at Hatori’s feet shuddering. His muscles wouldn’t obey him. Akito smirked. “Now that really is pathetic. You of all people, I thought, would have seen this coming way before the symptoms took hold of you.”

Hatori looked up at the blurry figure before him. “What are you doing?” he softly whispered.

“The minute she dies it will all be over, trust me.” Akito knelt down beside Hatori slowly stroking his hair. Hatori fell into Akito’s lap unconscious. Akito laughed and stood at the beaten down doctor. ‘So close.’ He thought maliciously.

Shigure

“Hurry,” Shigure along with the other teens leapt out of the car. “We need to find her soon.” The throbbing of his heart told him one thing and his thoughts told him another.

Arisa and Hana followed behind, not sure of their surroundings. “Where are we going?” Arisa asked blindly. The rain made the ground slippery and unsure.

“Follow me!” Yuki and Kyo said simultaneously.

A burning filled Shigure’s throat. Darkness and doubt clouded his thoughts. He knew what was happening but he had to push through it. He abruptly stopped running. Wincing in pain he felt something being torn away from the sinew in his heart.

“I can feel her, she’s close,” Hana closed her glazed eyes and continued to run behind Yuki and Kyo. Arisa felt a muscle in her jaw tic.

“Where’s Shigure?” She asked stopping her sprint. Kyo painfully turned around and put pressure on the sides of his head. Something’s happening to him that’s happening to us.

Shigure vomited in a nearby brush. Falling to his knees, he felt his veins throb with hatred. Falling into the wet leaves, he slipped into a dangerous, dark sleep.

“Hope is being torn away from him. Tohru has sewn hope into the souls of the people she has touched. Whatever this person is doing to Tohru, is tearing the emotions out of his soul.” Hana said urging them to keep going.

Kyo

Kyo could feel the muscles of his body tense as he approached the house. The darkness and despair that emitted from behind the walls could change you for life. His past memories and faults leaked into his mind covering his thoughts. Just the thought of Akito made his bones break. Suddenly, his left wrist stung with pain. He glanced down at his arm while he was running and swathe beads of his bracelet pressing into his skin. With one last constriction, Kyo stopped running and brought his arm into his stomach, holding on for dear life.

Feeling dizzy made it difficult to run… especially in the rain. Kyo attempted to blink it off but the sensation would not go away.

“Shit,” Kyo muttered to himself, feeling static waves pulse through his brain. From auburn to a deep purple, he could feel his eyes change color to color. The blood was trying to circulate through his arm but the bracelet was growing tighter and tighter. When the main house came into view, black washed over him. Kyo’s bronze colored skin was now abnormally white.

“Kyo?” Arisa stopped running. She felt a lump of something fall at her feet. She wasn’t accustomed to forest darkness, only the city street lights. Kneeling down to check him out, Arisa called to Hana and Yuki who had disappeared into the foggy shadows.

“Kyo’s down! Keep going and find Tohru!” Arisa checked out Kyo’s vitals and noticed his purple eyes. For the first time in seven years, Arisa was afraid.

Yuki

“Come on we don’t have time to stop!” Hana called in front of Yuki. “We need to find Tohru preferably before she’s dead!”

Yuki looked between the two parties of people. Wincing at the pain that panged throughout his body, Yuki ran on. The dark aura that surrounded the house reminded him of his abusive past. He shuddered. The rain sounded the death toll. He needed to hurry. Tohru’s death only meant prolonged suffering. Yuki didn’t think he would be able to take it.

“Here! I feel her waves. She’s close… and in terrible fear.” Hana and Yuki ran neck and neck with each other. Yuki leapt over the wooden railing of the porch on the building, the lightning shown upon an open door. Inside, two figures sat motionless.

Yuki caught the aura and slowed his pace. Hana raced in front of him.

“Ms. Hanajima don’t!” Yuki reached out to stop her. But the minute Saki passed the open door way, she fell to the ground, senseless. He sprinted by the room and behind him heard the awful laughter of Akito in the mist. Hate and rage constricted his throat. The pain that coursed through his veins was unbearable and his vision became cloudy.

“Come and see what will happen to her…”

A cold voice whispered in the wind. Yuki ran to the central part of the main housing… He knew well enough where he was going. He had been tortured there throughout his childhood. Suddenly, a cold darkness washed through him. Yuki burst through the small room and his breath caught. Inside the room were Tohru, with Akito on top of her. Akito held a knife to her throat. Yuki’s eyes widened.

Yuki’s throat constricted around the words he was screaming in his head. He reached out is hand and attempted to walk forward, but his feet were frozen in place.

“Stop…” Yuki whispered. He fell to his knees in agony, fighting off unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was Akito snickering… and walking towards him.

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Sarah: So what did you think?! What will happen to Yuki and Tohru and the rest of the Juunishi? Find out in the next and final chapter of Revenge of the King!!! Please review!