Disclaimer, warnings and such: See first chapter

A/N: I know I said this was gonna be longer …and I guess it is…but I have no clue where this story is going…I'm just writing…

All for one, All for love Chapter 1

I sat on the roof at school, staring blankly at my lunch that Tohru still prepares for me. Just thinking of her makes me sick! It's been a week since I caught them in the act. A week since I told Yuki about my true feelings for him.

I don't know when my feelings for him started to change from hate to love, when I went from being an immature showoff for Tohru to a mature showoff for Yuki. When I realized I loved him two years ago, when we were just 16, I blamed him, thinking it was his fault that I had these feelings for him. It was his princely and chivalrous attitude that made me change. I never said any of this out loud, mind you, but when we fought back then I always thought he put a spell on me to make me feel that way.

I got more angry, started fighting Yuki more and became nicer to Tohru. I fought stupidly with Yuki, becoming more brash with my actions. Instead of thinking out how I would fight him, I would just launch myself at him in anger. Looking back, I can see why Yuki hated (and still hates) me so much.

Anyways, I'm getting off track. Or am I? I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. My mind has been so full of images of Yuki and Tohru together, I can't believe I've been able to concentrate in school at some point and actually turn in homework. I feel like I'm in so much pain and yet, at the same time, I feel nothing. Empty. I'm so confused and hurt. When I admitted my love to Yuki (I still can't believe I did that) Tohru, after grabbing her shirt and bra, had run out of the room sobbing, face a bright red. Yuki, on the other hand, had stared at me for what seemed like forever until he walked up to me. I didn't know what the hell was going on or what the hell he was going to do but I found out a second later. He pushed my body out of the door frame and then kicked me in the middle of the chest, launching me down the stairs. As I laid on the ground trying to catch my breath, Yuki had walked over my body, looking at me in disgust. His parting words, before he went to go look for Tohru, were "Stay away from me, faggot."

To make matters worse, every morning I walked down to breakfast, there, in the kitchen, would be a half awake Yuki and Tohru lovingly holding hands. The first time I caught them, Tohru had been sitting on the counter, Yuki between her spread legs, making out with each other. I don't think I've eaten since then. Maybe that's why I feel so weak? See, again my mind is jumping everywhere. Maybe I should go back and tell you the entirety of what has happened since that fateful Friday. But I'm not gonna cause myself any more pain. You can probably guess what's happened anyways.

Shigure doesn't know what the hell happened because he was at Ayame's shop the entire weekend but I know he can feel the tension between us three. Tohru is trying to act like nothing had happened or been said but when she thinks I'm not looking, I see the anger and disgust on her once beautifully happy face. And Yuki. Well, we're not fighting anymore, no matter how hard I tried to get him mad. So, sick of not fighting with him, I had to ask why. Man, I have to say he's right. I am a stupid cat. I should have never asked.

Yuki had turned his beautifully unique purple and silver eyes towards me and I swear the temperature in my body had dropped 20 degrees. His eyes were so cold but his voice, his voice was even colder. He said to me, "I don't want to get your faggoty disease. Just being by you, I feel like I am slowly getting the same disease as the worthless, ugly creature that you are." With that said, he had turned and walked away from me, again to probably find Tohru.

I still refuse to cry but thinking about him, and what has transpired, makes my heart clench in a pain I've never known. I knew that when I would admit my love to him (if I ever did) I would be rejected. But, this was not just a simple 'no.' Ever since he said that to me, he hasn't talked to me. Hell, he hasn't even looked at me. I almost feel like I am diseased. But, I guess I am, being the cat. Obviously I am a diseased, ugly monster that no one will love.

I shook myself out of my morbid thoughts only to see 13 little different colored kittens making their way towards me. I still haven't figured out how they get up here but it's nice knowing these little ones are around me when I need them the most.

I hear a little 'mew' and look to see a pure white kitten with sapphire blue eyes making his way towards me, smiling. When he reached me, he jumped in my lap and started purring right away, rubbing his face into my stomach trying to comfort me. At least someone out there is happy to see me.