Okay, to tell you the truth, I totally forgot this stories existence. But then I was getting ready to write a Tsubasa fanfic, but I clicked on my documents and saw this thing. I'm like, "Cuddly Bunny?" What's that? So I click on it and as its louding, I'm like, "Oh...shit."

So now, here's the last chapter.

And the reason this is called Cuddly Bunny on my docs is because I name all of my stories on my docs something ridicolous. Like one I have is called, "Stutter Nutter Butter Balls."

Yuki looked in the mirror, staring at his reflection numbly. He looked so much like Ayame. He'd always tried to deny it before, but he couldn't anymore. Not today. Not as he stared right at his reflection and pictured his older brother.

Healthy and alive and full of energy.

Then how he'd looked as he'd died.

Weak, tired, and helpless.

There was a knock on his door. Yuki sighed, brushing his hands down his suit to get off any extra dirt. The door opened slowly and Tohru entered the room, wearing a black dress that one would normally not expect to see her in.

"Yuki-kun..." she said softly and he turned to look at her. "Are you ready?''

Yuki nodded without a word. He started to follow her out of the room when she stopped. "Yuki-kun, your tie is crooked."

Yuki looked down at his tie. So it was. Tohru reached over and worked on his tie, listening to Yuki's sad and lonely silence. It hurt her heart to see him in such a condition. There had always been a part of him that she knew was dark and empty, but ever since Ayame's death he had let that part show, never as happy as he once was.

"Yuki-kun." she said again, and Yuki looked down at her and said, "Yes, Honda-san?"

His eyes opened wide in suprise. Tear's streaked down Tohru's cheeks and she grabbed his hand and held it tight. "It, it's not your f-fault."

Yuki just looked at her, touched by her care, but not believing her nontheless. In his head, if he hadn't pulled away from Ayame, he wouldn't have have stumbled into the street, and Ayame wouldn't have had to protect. Wouldn't have had to lost his life.

'He should have just let me die." Yuki thought angirly. 'I desereved it.'

Atleast, Yuki had thought he had said it in his head. But when Tohru gasped, "No!" he realized he had said it outloud.

He pulled away from her then, not really caring if his tie was still crooked or not. He made his way past her and opened the door. He heard her call his name as he went, but kept going.

At the funeral, Yuki watched quitely as they lowered his older brother's coffin. He didn't cry. Not there. He was cried out anyway.

Tohru was standing there, trying to appear brave, and act like she wasn't crushed on the inside, but the water that slipped past her eyes and down her face wasn't too convincing. Yuki thought she was probably trying to be brave for Kisa, who was holding her hand tightly, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her own tears. Hiro stood on Kisa's other side, and Yuki saw him whisper something to her - It's okay to cry- and then she turned to him and buried her head into his shoulder, sobbing uncontrolably, and his arms went around her and he hugged her tightly.

Now that she no longer needed to be brave for Kisa's sake-Kisa was crying now anyway- Tohru let herself cry. Momiji, who was standing on her other side, grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly, staring ahead at Ayame's coffin respectfully and trying to comfort Tohru at the same time. Yuki even saw him smile at her, and for a moement he was angry. Smiling? Even though his brother was dead? But he understood a moment later. Momiji didn't have much to protect those around him. He wasn't physically strong enough, didn't know how to fight. The only thing he had to protect those he loved from pain and suffering was his smile. So he would continue to smile brightly, even if he too, was cying on the inside.

He felt Yuki's eyes on him and he looked up, meeting his stare. He smiled softly, a smile that said what everyone else had said. 'Its not your fault.'

Kyo was standing closer to him, staring straight ahead, showing no emotion. Yuki couldn't tell if he was sad or not, couldn't tell how he was feeling, but he didn't expect it anyway.

Rin, Kagura, and Ristu were standing together, Ritsu sobbing on his knees with his normal bannter of, "It's all my fault!" Kagura was trying to convince him otherwise, stroking his hair softly, and Rin just watched them both.

Haru, who was standing ever loyally at Yuki's side, allowed only one or two tears, then brushed them away and stared ahead. Yuki had thought he would stand with Rin, but Rin didn't seem to mind, and Yuki suspected they had discussed this ahead of time, and he would probably mourn with her on their own later.

Kureno was standing next to Akito, who Yuki was trying his hardest to ignore. He too, looked indifferent, though Yuki didn't think he was as cold as he wanted others to believe.

Hatori was tall and lone, standing next to only Shigure. His expression was hard, but Yuki knew it was forced, Hatori was holding his pain in, trying to appear as ever brave and wise as he was, even as they lowered one of his best and most loved friends into the ground.

And Shigure. Looking at Shigure hurt Yuki the most. Shigure was standing, though Yuki didn't think he would for much longer at the force of which his body was shaking. His teeth were clenched together, but tears were sliding down his cheeks and onto the ground below, his face in absolute devastation. Once, his eyes came up from his best friend's coffin and they met Yuki's watching ones.

When they did, Yuki instantly looked away, not strong enough to hold his eyes. Of all those that he had hurt, Shigure was the one that he had hurt the most, ripped apart of his very soul away from him.

The priest spoke, the dirt from each family member was thrown in, and then it was over.

That night, Yuki lay awake in his bed. He knew that tonight he would get no sleep. Tohru had opened the door once and looked in, but Yuki had pretended to be asleep, and she'd stared at him for a few moments, then closed the door as she left.

But then a few minutes later, the door opened again. Yuki closed his eyes again.

"Open your eyes, rat. I know your awake."

Yuki's eyes opened in suprise.

"Kyo?"

Kyo stood in the doorway, staring at him. Yuki sat up in his bed and stared at him silently. They just stared for a few moments, neither saying anything, waiting for the other to speak, Yuki on his bed and Kyo in the doorway.

Finally Yuki said, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?"

Kyo snorted, but stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. He kept the lights off, and took a seat next to Yuki. Yuki pulled back alittle, suprised, but waited for what he wanted to say anyway.

"Your worrying Tohru." Kyo explained, and Yuki looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say it to me. Say it to her."

Then there was more silence. It was akward, and neither knew what to say.

Ayame...

Ayame.

Ayame.

It was all that was in his head, all that he could think of. His cold stare when they were young, his warm smile when they were older, his bounciness when he was with Hatori and Ayame, his funloving self when he was with the younger ones.

And the moment the car hit, and his death that followed after.

'My fault.'

"Listen." Kyo suddenly spoke up again, and his eyes were anywhere but at Yuki. "I know tons of people have already told you this, but..."

"It's not my fault." Yuki snapped harshly. He'd heard it enough times in the last few days then he'd ever heard it in his life.

Kyo nodded, ignoring his anger. "That's right. It's not."

Yuki felt his blood boiling in anger. What did Kyo now about it? He voiced his thought outloud.

"What would you know about it? I saw my bother die right in front of me. And I caused it."

Kyo opened his mouth to speak, but Yuki interrupted him before he could even start.

"He tried to hug me, I pulled away, I stumbled into the street, he blocked me from the car. And then he died."

Kyo looked at him for a second, then his face morphed into one of extreme anger. His hand suddenly grabbed a fistfull of Yuki's shirt and he pulled him in close to his face, yanking him harshly. Yuki tried to pry his hands away for a moment, then stopped at Kyo's expression.

"Listen, you damn rat." Kyo spit out, and Yuki put on his best poker face, the same as always. "Quit acting like your the only one who's ever been burt in this whole world. Quit acting like, "Oh, poor me. Pathetic me." Yeah, you've drawn one of the short straws in life, but your not the only one. So man up!"

Yuki looked into his flaming eyes and then looked away in silence.

"What would you know?" he repeated quietly, and suddenly he was slammed against the wall, Kyo pinning him there angirly. Yuki knew he could fight back if he wanted, but he didn't, just let him. Empty to the pain.

"What would I know? I would know that I knew a woman once! And I really cared about her! And I would know that..." he was silent for a moment, shaking in anger, maybe considering not finishing what he was going to say. But then he did. "I would know that she got hit by a car, right in front of me, and that I could have saved her if I'd only grabbed onto her and pulled her out of the way!"

Kyo yanked Yuki forward, then slammed him back again, Yuki's head cracking against the wall. "And she died! That's what I would know!"

Yuki's eyes were opened wide, and he stared at him in shock, not saying anything for a moment. Kyo had watched someone die? When? Who? Why hadn't he told anyone before this?

"K-Kyo..." he whispered, and Kyo dropped him, quiet.

"You...you had no choice. You would have...transformed."

"And she wouldn't have died."

Silence.

"How...do you...make it, through the day?" Yuki asked slowly, and Kyo tilted his head thoughtfully.

"I tell myself that if she died because of me, I have to live for her. So that's what you have to do for Ayame. You have to live for his sake, live the life he won't have."

Yuki had no idea when Kyo had become so complex, but he was extremely grateful for it right then. He never would have thought in a million years that the one who would be comforting him more then anyone, would be the one he thought hated him the most. He felt more tears come and he wiped them away quickly. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of Kyo.

Then he heard Kyo sigh, and suddenly he was pressed against Kyo's chest. Yuki was so suprised that his body twitched. Was he seriously being hugged? By KYO? Then he realized how hard this must of been on Kyo, so he wrapped his arms around him. He didn't mean to, but he realized he was hugging him rather tightly. He might have been hurting his orange-haired cousin, but at the moment, he didn't care.

"Thank you, Kyo." He said and Kyo grunted.

"I'm still gonna kick your ass."

Yuki chuckled and said. "I'd like to see you try."

Then the door opened. Tohru was on the other side. Kyo and Yuki pulled away from each other quickly, both of their faces red. At first Tohru looked very suprised, but then she only smiled sofly and came into the room, sitting next to Yuki and grabbing his hand.

"Yuki-kun." she said softly, and Yuki said, "Yes?"

"Let's pray to Ayame in heaven. Tell him goodbye."

Yuki nodded softly and Tohru clapsed both his hand in hers.

"Ayame-san, we miss you very much. And we love you. Now, please give Yuki-kun the strenth and guidance that he needs to move on."

And maybe Yuki was just tired from the lack of sleep and food, but he suddenly felt a warm feeling in his stomach. A strenth.

"Nii-san." he whispered, and Tohru let him take over. "I love you. I'm sorry things couldn't be the way you wanted them to be. That was my fault. But now, to make it up to you..." he looked over at Kyo, who blushed and looked at the wall. "I'll live for you."

Goodbye.

The End

Okay, when did this suddenly become a yaoi between Yuki and Kyo? Sheesh. Naw, I just wanted someone unexpected to comfort Yuki. And that someone was Kyo!

If you rabid fangirls want to, go ahead and tell yourself it was yaoi. I myself tend to do that, alot. It could be taken either way, but I personally don't feel like it was yaoi.

Anyway, kinda a off topic ending. Not really focused on Ayame, more on Kyo and Yuki. But I still like it.

Thanks to all those who read it and tolerated my long gaps between posts, grammar mistakes, and unintentional yaoiness.

Love you all! See ya next time.