Hello, everyone, 'tis me, Ana-chan. Sorry I took so long to update. Thank you to all the people who are reviewing consistantly, or just once, or whatever, along with all of you that have me on your favorites lists and alert lists. -wipes tear from eye dramatically- It makes me so happy, like I want to thank the Academy. As always, read and enjoy, and when you're done with all that, review, if you please. Oh, and I'm taking suggestions for the little boy's name (the one that was at Kazuma-sensei's house with Shana), so if you've got a name, could you send it to me in a review, along with the meaning, if possible? Thanks a bunch (I know most of you won't, but whatever.)

Disclaimer: Don't own Furuba. -sob-

Tohru opened her eyes a crack and instantly screwed them up against the bright light. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, letting the blanket slide off her shoulder into a heap in her lap, blinked a few times, and surveyed her surroundings blearily. Two vivid strips of color sat one on top of the other, the upper blue and the lower green, their indistinct borders blending together. As the scenery shifted into focus, Tohru's eyes widened. Startled, she whipped her head around. Kyo lay perpendicular to her position not a few feet away, sleeping peacefully. She gasped.

She had fallen asleep right in the middle of his explanation! Not only that, but she had been using the poor boy's stomach for a pillow. A sick feeling clamped itself around her digestive track, causing her to cringe. How terrible.

She covered her mouth with her hands and leaned forward, mentally back-tracking their conversation. He had started to explain how Shana-san had received that scar. Tohru ran her fingers down her forehead absent-mindedly.

Akito-san. Apparently, Shana-san was Akito-san's little sister, and he had always allowed her to attend the Zodiac banquet, though his reasons for this were unknown. It was at one of these such celebrations that she had received the mark. It seemed simple enough. But why Akito would do something like that eluded Tohru altogether.

As her mind wandered down the many tangents connected to the subject, a completely separate realization struck her. "Oh my God, SCHOOL!" she cried, scrambling frantically to her feet, accidentally waking Kyo up in the process.

Kyo sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked at her like she was crazy. "Tohru, it's Sunday."

Tohru froze in mid-stride and turned to look at him. "Really?"

He nodded, then yawned momentously, stretching out his arms high over his head with slight crack. "What time is it?"

"Uhhh…I'm not sure. I'll go check." She gave him a bright smile and started down the ladder.

Tohru got off the ladder carefully and headed down the hallway, looking left and right, trying to determine the location of the closest clock. An expanse of royal blue suddenly filled her vision. She jumped. "Oh, Yuki-kun. It's you."

He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "Good morning, Honda-kun," he said with his usual air of princliness. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"Oh, it's fine," she said, smiling happily. "I was just looking for a clock. Kyo-kun wanted to know what time it was."

Yuki's expression darkened for a millisecond at the mention of his nemesis, but was quickly replaced by polite calm. "It's about six-thirty."

"All right, fine." Yuki and Tohru both looked up to see Kyo walking down the hall towards them, scratching the back of his neck.

Yuki took on the tone he saved especially for chastising Kyo. "You stupid Cat. If you wanted to know what time it was, why didn't you find out for yourself, instead of sending Honda-kun to do it for you?"

Kyo narrowed his eyes as a vein began to pulse gently on his forehead. "I didn't tell her to go find out, you damn Rat, I just asked her if she knew."

Tohru nodded. "It's all right, Yuki-kun. He didn't send me to do it, I offered."

Shigure appeared inches behind Kyo out of seemingly nowhere. "Still, Kyo-kun," he taunted playfully, "that's no way to treat our beautiful flower. You should have stopped her. I mean, after all the things she's done for us—cooking and cleaning—the least you could have done—" He halted abruptly and instinctively backed up a few steps as Kyo slowly advanced, eyeing the author threateningly.

Tohru turned away from the two moments before Kyo jumped on Shigure and addressed Yuki. "I don't remember seeing you yesterday, Yuki-kun. Did you go somewhere?"

"Yes," he said pleasantly, putting his hand on her arm and guiding her to the stairs. They descended. "Something came up at school, and the teachers called an emergency student council meeting. Apparently, someone broke in Friday night and stole several confidential student files." He helped her take a seat at the dinning room table. "Can I get you anything to drink, Honda-kun?"

Tohru shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

Yuki smiled, nodding slightly, and seated himself. He clasped his hands on the table. "The student council was at school for most of the day. Even with all the teachers working, there was still a lot left to get done. You weren't worried, I hope?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Good." He stopped there for a very lengthy amount of time, then looked Tohru straight in the eye and continued quietly. "All of the Sohma records—Haru's, Momiji's, Kyo's and mine—were taken, along with Hanajima-san's, Uotani-san's, and…yours."

Arisa looked at Tohru in utter disbelief. "Oh, my God, is that seriously how he broke it to you?" Tohru nodded quietly. Arisa rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her blonde hair as she paced the living room floor of the Hanajima household. "That's just scary. I swear he'll be a diplomat someday." She flounced down onto the couch across from Tohru, leaned her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands, her fingers running over her scalp as she pulled her hair back from her face.

Tohru furrowed her brow in concern as she studied her friend. The situation was confusing, not to mention disastrous. Why would anyone want to take their school records? The Sohmas were a prestigious and prosperous family, to be sure—they were bound to have enemies—, but that still didn't explain exactly—

Arisa raised her head to stare at Tohru, otherwise maintaining her position. "But, you know, the way the Prince told you isn't even the part that worries me. He probably just didn't want you freaking out. I can't imagine how Orange Top took the news, though. I bet he blew a hole in the roof." She stopped for a moment to take satisfaction in the thought, her smirk suggesting evil.

Megumi entered the room and took a seat next to Tohru. "What I think is scary," he said quietly, "is the fact that someone even took your records at all." His dark eyes ran over the two girls. "The fact that someone even exists who would want to take your records."

Arisa nodded in agreement. "Exactly."

The room fell silent, then Arisa sighed. "This is the kind of thing…that you don't think would ever happen." She held her hands out in front of her and examined them quietly. Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "Or that would happen to someone else."

Saki released the iron and a large, soft curl of Tohru's brown hair slipped from the instrument and bounced onto her shoulder. "Unfortunately, we are all someone else to someone else." Her quiet voice rang with a haunting tone. She looked unsettled.

Tohru and Arisa looked up at her. Arisa raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. "Something wrong?"

Saki looked sadly over Tohru's head and into the distance. "I sense…danger, though not immediate, and for who, the Sohmas…or us, I do not know. Such a foreshadowing…" she dropped her gaze, "…I've never felt before."