Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Spring ❯ One Heart's Decision ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

BECOMING SPRING
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow! A whole new storyline unattached to my other short series fanfics! This story focuses on a love triangle between Haru, Kisa and Hiro. Each part is told from a specific point of view. We're back to Kisa-chan. No lemon. Just sap and angst. Comments are always welcome. Please enjoy. ^^ Standard Disclaimer follows story.


Part Six - One Heart's Decision




It's been two days since the fight between Haru and Hiro.

And I'm still in shock.

I never would've thought that Hiro would attack Haru. Hiro knows some martial arts, but he's never trained like Kyo or Yuki, or even Haru. And Black Haru! Hiro knows the trouble that can be caused by calling him out. What could he have been thinking?

What was *I* thinking?

I'd gone over to help Kagura with a school project. I hadn't been lying about that. But it seemed that Kagura herself had forgotten and had scheduled a date with Kyo-niichan. I helped her to get ready and then saw her off as she left the Honke to walk to Shigure-ojiisan's place.

I could've walked with her, and I was so very tempted. I hadn't seen Tohru-neesan for nearly three months. She still lives at Shigure's, but eventually she and Yuki-niichan are going to move into a place of their own. Probably after he's finished with college.

And if Akito let's them.

Ah! Why am I worried about them when I should be worried about myself?!

And Hiro.

And Haru.

After Kagura left, I walked around the Honke aimlessly, finally settling by the large oak tree near the center of the complex. All I did was think. At least, I think that's all.

Haru and I had been having our little secret rendezvous for nearly three months. It was usually a quickie here and there, and occasionally the long, drawn out, can't get enough exercises. That sounds so very horrible of me I know. Talking about it like it's nothing. Like my feelings for Hiro mean nothing. But they do mean something. They mean alot!

I still love him.

And on that day, under that tree, I had decided that Haru was right. Our thing was only temporary. I never thought I'd be able to admit it to myself. And even though I was in love with him too, my love for Hiro was still stronger.

That day would be our last day together.

I was resolved to tell Haru when he got home from class, and he found me waiting by the oak tree. I ran over to talk to him when he embraced me tightly and kissed me passionately. It had been over a week since our last encounter, still, this is not what I had wanted.

In my mind anyway.

My body turned traitor and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tall, hard frame felt so good against my smaller one. I could feel myself give in little by little, as if a wall were being torn down. His lips caressed mine, his tongue seeking mine in the cavern of my mouth and I moaned unwillingly into the kiss.

It was about that time that I felt Haru pull back. Had he read my mind? Did he know what I was thinking? He nodded towards the oak tree where Hiro was standing. My heart froze and I watched as he pulled his fist back and punched the tree.

We'd been caught!

"Hiro!"

I felt like I couldn't run fast enough to get to him. He was suddenly the only thing on my mind. I had to get to him. To make sure he was all right.

But he kept pulling away.

His words were cruel, and I deserved them. But he wouldn't let me explain. He wouldn't understand.

"I don't want to understand what would make you want to be with him! I don't want to understand you at all."

Those words still echo in my head. Still hurt.

And the slap in the face. I surprised myself with that one. I simply wanted him to stop yelling and listen to me, but apparently there had been other emotions behind it as well. Emotions I couldn't admit to out loud.

I saw the dead look in his eye when he rushed Haru. I knew that his mind was processing a number of things. He'd only seen us kiss, but he knew there was more to it now. He was angry, hurt and in pain.

And depressed. Oh, I can't stand to see him depressed!

"Hiro stop!"

My words had little effect. If nothing else, they made him fight harder. Each punch, each kick was punctuated with a grunt or curse that sent chills down my spine. I'd never seen him so angry. I wanted to stop him, wanted them both to stop, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.

When Black Haru appeared, I finally found the will to move and ran to Hatori's office. He was standing outside smoking with Shigure when I arrived. I was pretty sure my flustered speech made little sense, but they followed me anyway.

Haru was treated for a few minor cuts and bruises, then returned to his quarters. I stayed with Hiro, unconscious and breathing raggedly. Hatori said that one of his ribs was cracked and possibly obstructing his lung. He was rushed to the hospital and admitted through the ER.

He woke up yesterday afternoon, the concussion he was diagnosed with passing. His mother and mine had kept watch over him all night long. My mother was upset that I had not done the same, but I think my presence would've only hindered his recovery, not speed it up.

"I wonder what would cause him to start a fight with Haru, especially when he knows he can't win," my mother commented.

I lied a little and told her that they had a disagreement and it was unavoidable. Their discussion had been pretty heated. Besides, I was very proud of Hiro for standing up to Haru.

Not that he'd had to if he just listened to me.

Who am I kidding? I would've done the same thin in his place. He was only trying to protect me after all and a small part of my heart swells with pride.

And love.

I know that coming to see him today could be considered a waste of time. He had only spoken to me when he'd had to. He refused to look at me, preferring some unknown spot on the wall or the scenery outside his window. Today will be no different.

He's sitting in bed, the TV remote in hand and the channels switching from one to another rapidly. I doubt he's paying any attention to it, his thoughts focused somewhere else. The bandage is still around his head and it looks as if the nurse changed it recently. His bleeding had stopped yesterday but they wanted to make sure. There was a similar bandage around his ribcage to help heal the cracked rib. His lung, thankfully, was not been damaged.

"Konnichiwa, Hiro-chan," I greet him with a smile.

The only sign he gives me to acknowledge my presence is a small nod. I sit down in a hair beside the bed, watching as he flips through the channels. I deserve every bit of hatred he gives me, and I'm prepared. Still, it's difficult for me to hide my emotions.

"Are you feeling better today?" I ask. "I see that the doctors are allowing you to eat solid foods now." He had only been allowed jello yesterday.

"Aa," he answers, turning the TV off. Sitting the remote down on his bed, he turns to look out the window.

Please look at me Hiro. Onegai!

My eyes start to water, but I maintain my smile. "Your mother says that you'll be coming home tomorrow."

"Aa."

The conversation is going nowhere, so I attempt a new approach. "If it makes you feel any better, Haru wasn't happy to see me either today." The comment is meant to brighten Hiro's spirits, but he frowns deeply at my words.

It was true, though. Haru was very indifferent to me when I visited him. He'd gotten quite the beating from a very curious Akito. I was concerned, but he was so distant. I wondered if he would stop talking to me, too. But he assured me he was fine, and that we'd talk later.

Nothing had been said of our relationship.

"Did he go before Akito?"

I'm surprised by Hiro's question. It's the most he's said to me in two days. I smile sadly and nod. "Hai."

"Got his ass kicked pretty good, I guess."

"I suppose....He was pretty beat up, yes."

Hiro sighs, leaning back into his bed with his eyes closed. "He didn't tell the bastard a thing, did he?"

I shake my head. "Iie. Akito knows nothing."

"That makes two of us," Hiro mutters. I see a tear fall from his eyes and down his cheek.

"I'm willing to talk," I tell him hopefully, but he cuts me off.

"I'm...I'm not ready to listen," he replies. "Gomen ne, Kisa-chan. I'm not ready to know." He pauses, turning to look at me for the first time since his recovery. I wish I could see a smile on his face, but its devoid of all emotion, drained of energy. Still, I can see something swirl in his eyes. Hope, perhaps?

"Maybe...maybe after I go home, we...we can talk then?"

My own tears cloud my vision. He called me "Kisa-chan". Does this mean he doesn't hate me?

I nod happily. "Of course."

I leave him when a nurse comes in with some medication. Taking my leave, I quickly run through my schedule in my head. My mother's expecting me home for lunch. Perhaps after our shopping trip to the party store and the dress shop to pick up Kagura's and Tohru's dresses, I could go over to the Honke.

How could I have been so foolish?

I'd found what I thought I'd been missing in my life and I missed out on something else in the process.

My heart has made its decision.

Even if Hiro doesn't love me anymore, doesn't want to be with me anymore, my mind is made up.

It's time to pay Haru one last visit.


~TO BE CONTINUED~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^