Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A Cure for What Ails You ❯ A Cure for What Ails You ( One-Shot )

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A CURE FOR WHAT AILS YOU
A Fruits Basket challenge fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Done at the request of Mona-chan, and a special thanks to Mary-san who drew the beautiful piece of art that inspired Mona and this piece. *hugs to all* Kazuma x Hanajima pairing. I've also taken some liberties as Kyo's father's past is not all that well known at the moment. Told from Hanajima's point of view. Lemon content. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.



Hesitation is very unlike me.

But that's all I can do as I stand in the doorway of the small home I have now visited for several hours.

With a glance back, I can see his sleeping form. The small smile on his face is enough to make me smile. I hope he feels better soon, if he does not already. It is difficult to discern his sick fever from the heat brought about by a ferocious bout of lovemaking.

Now you are curious, yes?

Perhaps...I should start at the beginning.

It began at school. More specifically during our lunch period. Sohma Kyo had been...what is the phrase? Down in the dumps?...for most of the morning. And it was not due to the normal teasing he received from Arisa, or the constant bickering between himself and his cousin, Sohma Yuki. No, those things actually made him happy. I think.

He was concerned about his father and teacher, Sohma Kazuma. I had only seen him once before, during the parent teacher meetings that were supposed to help us decide on our futures. It had been a brief glimpse, but I've held that image of him in my mind ever since. I'm not entirely sure why.

Apparently he had come down with a nasty cold that left him bedridden for nearly a week. Those kinds of things were going around. It was that time of year where the temperatures were constantly changing. My brother had gone through a similar fight with a cold just a week before. I told the group with me as much.

"Poor Megumi-san!"

"Saki, how long did it take him to get over it?"

"A few days for the worst to pass," I said. "He's still not entirely himself, but he is improving day by day."

"Spring is a horrible time to have a cold," my friend, Tohru, pointed out. "You should be able to enjoy the outdoors."

"Ah, but the outdoors is what will do it," my other friend, Arisa, said. "And it's ugly having a fever when it's warm out. ICK!"

"He's getting better," Sohma Kyo muttered with a sigh. "I just don't like seeing him so...so...."

"Sick?" I suggested.

Kyo shrugged. "Close enough."

There was more troubling the boy, but Tohru was quick to speak up. "Ah! Perhaps we should visit him. We could make some soup. And maybe the company will cheer him up, yes?"

It was a wonderful idea, but there was only one problem. I had to be home to watch Megumi right after school that day. That didn't deter Tohru though. She suggested that I stop by the next day to check on him. Kyo would be at the dojo teaching a lesson, so at least there would be someone I knew present.

"So you won't feel uncomfortable," Tohru explained.

But I wasn't so much uncomfortable as I was downright anxious standing at the gate to the school and house Sohma Kazuma called home. The grounds were beautifully kept. The stones were swept, the grass cut and the flowerbeds weed free and colorful. The atmosphere was littered with peace and tranquility. Indeed a good place to train in the martial arts.

Strangely, I could see myself there often, if not indefinitely.

Kyo had met me at the door to the main dojo, the largest building among the tiny spread. He nodded to another, smaller structure and I looked to my right. No mistake, it was the home of the poor, ill teacher Kyo loved so dearly.

I looked at him as he jumped from the standing platform to the ground, skipping the stairs all together. "How is he feeling today?"

"Better," Kyo answered. "I think the soup Tohru made him yesterday is working its magic." He nodded to the wrapped parcel in my hand. "What is that?"

"It is soup."

He wrinkled his nose. "You're not going to try to poison sensei, are you?"

"I assure you that this is plain, old fashioned soup." My mother helped me make it since I am not as culinary inclined as Tohru. "My mother used to give it to me and Megumi when we were sick." I looked at him, all seriousness. "And we are still quiet alive."

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Gomen. I didn't mean to insult you...or your cooking. I'm just--!"

"Worried." It was not a question, but a statement.

He nodded, leading me through the door of the main house and through a small series of rooms and hallways until we reached our destination. He reached to open the door, but paused.

"Yes?"

"I'm not sure why Tohru thinks it's necessary for you to visit," he said. "But let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you."

This was a side of Kyo normally unseen at school. Truly Kazuma was good medicine for him. The man himself must be truly wonderful.

I remembered that he was certainly good looking.

Thankfully Kyo doesn't notice the heat rising to my cheeks as he slides open the door. He bows politely before taking even a single step into the room.

"Konban wa, sensei."

"Good evening, Kyo," says one of the most gentile voices I'd ever heard. "Have you finished the evening lesson?"

"Hai? The students are cleaning up."

"Then I assume you are here because Tohru's friend has stopped by?"

Kyo nodded. He glanced at me over his shoulder, motioning for me to enter. I step through the doorway, having to side-step Kyo in order to be visible. I bowed politely. "I am Hanajima Saki. A pleasure to meet you."

"A please to meet you, too, Hanajima-san. Please won't you come in and sit awhile."

I stood, gazing around the room as I realized I was being motioned to a seat not too far from the bed. I moved silently to that spot, but hesitated before sitting. The bowl of soup in my hands was cold. It would not be polite to serve it to him in such a state.

"Kyo, will you warm up the dish Hanajima-san has brought me?"

He nodded, carefully taking the bowl from me and leaving the room.

My classmate's departure allowed me to finally gaze upon the man I was there to visit. I was slightly surprised to see that he was only partially the man I remembered. My memories were more of a handsome, late 30-something. Kazuma had to be at least 40, honestly speaking, but his illness made him seem just a little older. And he wasn't as tall. I suppose lying in bed would construe one's actual height. Despite the differences, he looked like a man recovering from an illness, and quickly at that.

I sighed in relief.

"What is it you have brought for me, Hanajima-san? Soup, perhaps?"

"Hai," I answer, my voice tight from the anxious nerves continuing to work in my system. "It's a chicken broth with vegetables. My mother usually makes it when my brother or I are ill. I do hope you will like it."

"I'm certain I will. Thank you."

About that time, Kyo retuned with a warm bowl of soup. He sniffed at it curiously even as he handed it over to his ailing father. He was either surprised that it was not some strange brew, or pleased with the smell as he inhaled deeply one last time before letting go of the bowl.

"Thank you, Kyo. Will you please help the others clean up?"

He hesitated only a moment before bowing and taking his leave. I was tempted to ask him to stay, or to offer my assistance. I would not have been a big help, but I was now starting to feel...unsettled. I remained seated however, and he gave me one last glance, and a nod, as he slid the door shut.

"This is absolutely delicious," Kazuma said as he tasted the soup. "Your mother is a genius."

"I'm sure Tohru's cooking tasted just as good," I said, hiding a small smile.

He nodded, sipping from the spoon, then from the bowl. "Tohru is a marvelous cook. And leeks are good for a cold. But I'm not much for leeks and this had a better flavor on my tongue."

"Do you know what it is that ails you?"

"A common cold bug, I assure you." He glanced at me over the bowl as he sipped from it again. I was reminded of a young boy. The look in his eyes was almost...alluring? Tempting? Downright erotic?

I do have an active imagination despite my often quiet and reserved nature.

"I am not afraid of becoming ill. My brother suffered a cold not too long ago. He is doing much better now."

"If he was eating mass quantities of this soup, I can see why." His smile, while not grand, could still light up a room. It lit a light in my heart, and it skipped a beat because of it. "It was absolutely delicious. Thank you for bringing it."

"You're welcome," I said, moving from my seat to retrieve the bowl.

His smile grew slightly as I reached for the dish, but it wavered as my fingers brushed against his. I was not aware of releasing my denpa, but we pulled away as if both of us had been struck by an electric current. An interesting phenomenon.

Sitting the bowl aside, I kneeled by the bed instead of re-taking my previous seat. "You do not know me, but you are kind enough to invite me into your home." I gave him a tiny bow. "This is a beautiful piece of land."

He told me about his home and dojo: how he initially acquired it through the Sohma name and how he was able to finally go about purchasing the land for himself. He was quite proud of his achievement as a man and as a growing martial arts instructor. It was shortly after he purchased the property and started his dojo that he became Kyo's legal guardian.

I enjoyed listening to him talk about his life. I took in as much as I could, especially notes on Kyo as I knew Arisa could use them later. But I wasn't as interested in pure details as I was in his emotions. He wasn't animated when he talked, yet you could hear - no, feel - his raw emotion. He was a man who took pride in himself, in his students, and in his foster son. He loved his family and he loved life. He still had goals set to achieve and was continuously working hard to make his dreams a reality.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone, just by listening to their story?

In the middle of a sentence, his coughing fit began. It started out with a huff here or there, but quickly turned into a fight to keep him breathing. Kyo entered the room briefly to check on his father and teacher. He appeared to be all right after a few sips of water. Kyo placed the glass beside the futon before stepping away, sighing in relief.

"It's getting late," he said to both of us. "Is there anything you need before we leave?"

Kazuma shook his head. "I'm feeling well enough now that I can get anything I might need by myself...thanks largely in part to Hanajima's wonderful soup." He paused, glancing at me before looking back at Kyo. "But I don't believe you've asked Hanajima-san if she is ready to leave."

Both of us looked surprised. We looked at each other, then back at Kazuma. I was the one who spoke first:

"I would like to stay and chat just a little longer, if Sohma-san does not mind."

The man seemed to be delighted to have the company, but he remained silent to gauge Kyo's reaction. When he got none, he told his son, "I will make sure I do not keep Hanajima-san any longer than necessary. I will simply finish my story, then she may leave. We can finish any other discussion at a later time."

Kyo looked skeptical, but didn't argue. He bowed to his teacher and wished him well. I swear the click of a sliding door never sounded so loud to me in my life.

Or was that the pounding of my frantic heart? I can't recall exactly.

Just like I can't recall the exact events leading up to our first kiss.

I know that his fever had taken over. Or perhaps it was the rising temperature in the room. I had grabbed a cold cloth from an old bowl of water near his futon. Carefully, I dabbed at his forehead and left cheek as he progressed through a coughing fit. He had grabbed my wrist and I was suddenly pulled closer.

I do not think our lips were supposed to touch. That was not the intention. However my movement forward nearly propelled me onto his lap. The tips of our noses bumped, trying to pause the movement forward. It failed as our lips met for the first time.

I was the first to pull away from the contact. I was not angry, or upset. Rather, my nerves had taken it upon themselves to give me goosebumps. The hair on my arms and neck were standing straight out. My heart skipped several beats, trying to calm itself.

Kazuma looks positively startled, his face tinting even redder as heat rushed to his cheeks. He tried to smile, but all that would appear was a frown. I wanted to look apologetic for him, but I really didn't feel that way. In fact...I wanted to kiss him again. For real.

Either by my own actions or his, we did kiss again. This time his lips were slightly parted, his breath tickling my nose before capturing my eager lips. The initial pressure was gentle, tentative, but our mutual curiosity turned the kiss into a more heated, passionate joining.

We explored one another through touch, with lips and with fingertips. One of his hands supported my shoulder and upper arm before moving in a caress up and down my arm. The action was both calming and electrifying to me. Meanwhile one of my hands cupped his right cheek, fingertips gently stroking there before shifting lower to caress his chin, neck and the last bit of flesh where his neck met his shoulder.

My hand then rested on his shoulder, as I needed the support. I had been dragged across his body for a better angle and my arms and knees were quickly giving way. I was only the tiniest bit relieved when the kiss broke and I could get a better handle on my balance...and myself.

Our eyes met in a moment of awe and pause. He was in awe that the kiss had even occurred and I needed the pause to catch my breath before kissing him again. The passion flaring behind his gentle and caring eyes made my heart pound mercilessly against my chest. I'm certain that my own passion was obvious; my tongue darting out to quickly wet my lips. I had every intention of obtaining another kiss. But the movement of his arms, the cautious yet forceful way he corralled me closer to him, gave way to other ideas.

He was breathless as he stated, "Surely you do not want an old man, Hanajima-san."

"I must admit," I explained while crawling into his lap. "That I have had an interest in getting to know you for some time."

His body shook, his arms loosely encircling my waist. "We've never met before today."

"No, but I did see you once. At school." I got comfortable in his lap, evidence of our brief foreplay poked at me from beneath the blanket.

"The school?" Confusion gave way to realization. "Ah, you saw me with Kyo during the parent/teacher meetings."

"Hai." I allowed his arms to hug my hips while his hands gently supported my rear. "He speaks very highly of you, and that is what sparked my interest."

There was a questioning look in his eyes, but it was drowning in the passion infused heat of the moment. "And what kind of interest would that be?"

My cheeks became enflamed and I tried to hide my eyes, but he leaned forward, his nose nuzzling against my throat to get my attention. It worked as I turned to look at him again, my face still warm with embarrassment. He chuckled, noting my embarrassment.

"I am not going to judge you," he prodded. "I am merely curious."

I managed the barest of smiles. "I was curious about you. Your likes and dislikes. I had the most unusual yearning to learn all I could about you. And...you're not bad on the eyes either."

His chuckled again, leaning his forehead against mine. "And now that you have learned more about me and my life? What do you think?"

I thought about his question seriously. "I think...I still have much more to learn."

"I have been told I am a great teacher."

"I have also heard as much."

"I would be happy to take on another student, but I must warn you Hanajima-san. I can be a very hard task master."

"I'm not that bad of a student," I replied. "I'm a quick study when I want to be."

Playfulness gave was to seriousness. "I am awed and enthralled by you, Hanajima-san. But I will not let this go any further if you have objections. You should speak them now."

My smiled grew and I'm certain it looked most wicked. "My only objection is that you are not kissing me."

Relief and heat poured form his as he sighed. I expected more the conversation, but it ended there, our lips melting together. His arms held me tightly against him. The fever I felt was a combination of his illness and the heated passion swirling inside of him. I know because I felt the same way.

The heat made it unbearable to be clothed. That was quickly rectified as my skirt was hoisted up to my hips, my blouse unbuttoned, pulled from my shoulders and arms and discarded somewhere in the room. His yukata was untied and opened, my hands pushing it from his shoulder. It crumpled in a heap around his hips. The blanket he had been covered with was also discarded, leaving both of us in very vulnerable states.

And we took quick advantage!

His hands cupped my still covered breasts. The smallest amount of pressure sent my senses reeling. My hardened nipples strained to become even harder as his palm rubbed against them, his fingers teasing them through the lace of my bra. He didn't seem the least bit interested that my bra was black, or that it matched my panties. Pretty soon it didn't matter at all as the bra was pulled away from my skin and his lips replaced his hands.

The tickling sensation of his lips, in combination with teeth and tongue, caused me to move closer. My hips pushed forward, coming into contact with his fully bared, engorged manhood. He groaned against my breasts, sending little sensations through my already overloaded nervous system.

Every time he groaned I moved against him.

Every time I moved against him he groaned louder.

My hands only added to the unbearable pleasure. Fingertips brushed against his sensitive skin, following the lines of his erect member. His teeth nipped my flesh as my thumb grazed the tip of him, collecting a moist substance. He sighed against my breast, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me closer. All that separated us was a scrap of black lace. Frustrated, he twisted his fingers in the material and...viola!

Easily discarded!

Although I wouldn't be able to wear it again.

My arms encircled his neck as he kissed my cheek. We brushed against each other, a prelude of the jolting sensation yet to come. I heard him whisper a question...or was it a plea?

"Are you sure?"

My mind processed the situation and quickly came to a conclusion. ""Never more certain." I had never been more certain in my life.

Tears dripped onto my shoulder as I felt that first intimate touch of him. Pain seared through my body, pushing away all pleasure I had felt. It was my turn to cry, but the tears did not last long. Kazuma whispered an apology for what he had taken. I, however, had never felt so...complete...in my life.

Pleasure rolled through me once again, my body slowly moving of its own accord. Kazuma did not stop me, merely guided me. My hips rocked against his in a slow melody of discovery. The melody quickly turned into an orchestra and the orchestra to a symphony. As the tune changed so did my movements, until I was easing myself upward and pushing back downward in a rhythm that suited us both.

Panting, gasping, moaning...trying to push closer to what I knew was my first orgasm...I lowered one of my hands between us. My thumb brushed against my clit as my forefinger and middle finger straddled the base of his erection. My fingers moved up and down as I did. That added friction caused me to fall over the edge, biting my lip instead of screaming as my orgasm washed over me.

But heat still pooled inside of my, burning my lower abdomen as yet another rush threatened to crest. Kazuma's hand joined mine, then replaced it, caressing us both as we continued to move together. With his other hand he pulled mine up to his mouth, licking the fingers that had touched that special part of us. Most would've been disgusted. I was absolutely fascinated. It was a huge turn on.

Enough for me to crest again.

And again.

Finally Kazuma gave in to his passion and released himself inside of me. He held me tightly as he did so, kissing my neck and shoulder. My muscles spasmed around his manhood, one last jolt burning my body as I felt his release.

It wasn't long until he sighed against my shoulder. His fever was still present, even after our bodies had cooled. Carefully I unjoined myself from him - a loss I shall remember forever - and helped him to lie down. He was too tired to argue, but he managed to grab my arm, keeping me from escaping. To appease his silent plea, I laid down with him...until he fell asleep.

Even now, looking back at his sleeping figure, I can feel the loss of him. I would like to stay, but that would only make complications for us both. Talking is also out of the question, at least for now. I hope he will not think less of me for leaving him. Circumstances as they are, it is all I can do. It would be in bad taste for one of his students - or Kyo - to find us together. What if another relative had seen? Or Tohru?

With a sigh, I close the door to the room, leaving Kazuma only for the moment. I will stop by tomorrow with another bowl of soup and we can speak then.

And if I happen to fall ill, I hope that he will be so kind as to bring me some soup.

There is always a cure for what ails you.


~FIN~

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