Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Dreams ❯ Enter the Dragon ( Chapter 2 )

When Hatori arrived it was already dark. He had hoped he would be able to get away sooner, but no such luck. His heart pounded as he opened the door. 'What are you thinking?' He asked himself. He just couldn't figure out what she did to him. He doubted if she was even aware. Hatori glanced around the room. He saw Tohru, asleep with her head on the table. He gasped. 'Good Lord you are beautiful. Since when do you wear make-up?'

He noticed her legs, curled up underneath her. Her skirt was riding up, exposing her inner thigh. He closed his eyes trying to erase that view. 'I have got to remain professional,' he thought as he stooped next to her.

She stirred when he touched her forehead. She was a little warm, but it wasn't serious. However, he knew how her fevers could get, so his worries didn't subside much.

Her masquera tipped lashes fluttered open.

"Hello, Tohru. How are you feeling?" Hatori asked.

She was startled. She had planned on making dinner. 'Oh know, what time is it?'

She started to stand up, but Hatori put his hand on her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

Tohru gasped at his touch, she had been dreaming about him. She blushed as she remembered a few of the details of her dream. She was certain this one wasn't going to come true.

"I feel fine. I was going to make dinner." She stated.

"Don't worry about it, if you're hungry I'll make it." He replied. "Your temperature is up, if we're lucky, it won't get any worse."

"I'm really not that that hungry," Tohru replied, "I think I would actually rather go to bed."

She was disappointed. Tohru wanted to spend time with Hatori, but she felt awful. She had cleaned the house, put on make-up; she was even wearing the most scandalous outfit she could find in her closet. All of this effort wasted.

Hatori watched as she tried to stand. He noticed for the first time how low her shirt was cut. Her cleavage flashed before him while she rose to her feet. He felt warmth rush over him, and his cheeks burned. He turned away before she noticed his color change.

"Well, goodnight." Tohru mumbled with her voice low. He wouldn't even look at her. 'He must not like how I'm dressed,' she thought. 'I guess it is a little much. What if he knows I have a crush on him and he thinks I'm trying to hard, What if . . . oh I don't know what I've done!' "I'm sorry," she stammered.

"What?" He asked

She repeated, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I-I-I don't know, you seem upset and I thought it might have been something I said or did, and now you're mad at me, and you won't even look at me, I mean you really didn't have to come out here if you didn't want to, and. . ."

Hatori stepped back, surprised at her babbling. "No, that's not what it is at all. I'm just tired." He sighed "Listen, go on to bed, and I will be in to check on you after a while."

Concern briefly flashed across his eyes before vanishing. As she walked upstairs she noted how she could frequently catch a glimpse of his emotions, but it always faded to his usual cold hard stare before she could make anything of it.

Hatori watched her walk up the stairs. Her short skirt was cut so it barely covered. He knew if she bent over she would be exposed. Her hips swished when she walked, and as she neared the top of the steps her skirt betrayed her undergarments. Black lace. He breathed out. He could feel his pelvis throbbing.

"Tohru." He breathed her name inadvertently.

She turned around, exposing another flash of the black lace beneath her garment. "Yes?"

Embarrassed, he scrambled for a question to ask her. "Um. . . When will everyone be home?"

"Well, Yuki and Shigure will both be home next Sunday. I don't know about Kyo, but Shigure said that he probably wouldn't be home for a while."

'A whole week.' He thought. 'I don't know if I can take a whole week of this temptation.'

"I see, thank you." He said. "Goodnight."

His gaze lingered on her as she rounded the corner toward her room.

"Leave it to Shigure to orchestrate the absence of his entire household, save the one member who is poison through my veins, over the one week all year when we all have time off."

Hatori muttered. "Whatever happens, this is going to be some Golden Week."

He paused trying to think of something to do, anything to keep his mind off of his innocent seductress. In his rush he had forgotten to bring a book. He didn't dare read anything Shigure had to offer. That would only worsen his dilemma. Just thinking of Shigure's naughty prose caused a rush of erotic thoughts to wash over his body. Hatori rubbed his face with his trembling hand. He sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. Nothing could captivate his attention. The minutes drug by, until roughly, a half an hour later, he gave up and decided to check on Tohru's fever.