Tohru felt him yank on her, and immediately her heart began to race. This was bad! This was very bad! He was going to transform in front of all these people! They weren't very far from the square, and in the middle of the street! Instead of throwing her hands out to break her fall, one hand went to cover her face, and the other gripped Kyo's shirt tightly. If she was fast enough, maybe she could throw the clothes over him!

They bumped as they hit the ground, and Tohru tensed, waiting for the familiar POP! that signaled his transformation. Time seemed to slow, because the seconds stretched on, and nothing came. No pop, or poof, or cloud of smoke, or yowling furball, lecturing her to be more careful. Slowly, slowly, she pulled her hand away from her face, eyes wide, confused.