Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Like Sand Through an Hour Glass ❯ Inapt Confessions ( Chapter 4 )

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LIKE SAND THROUGH AN HOUR GLASS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
You can blame Mona-chan for this one. *gives hugs* If you have an insatiable appetite for Akito, then this is the story for you. And I'm going along with the revelations made in Chapter 97 and 98 of the manga. But this story is sure to have it all (at least at some point). Each chapter will be marked appropriately.

A little change in direction as Hatori and Shigure leave Akito to go about their day as usual. But can Hatori deal with what's happened? Confessions are not always easy. And a shocking discovery is made at Shigure's! My muses went nuts on this one so I apologize now.

WARNING: spoilers for later chapters in the manga, het lemon and a hint of yaoi (and I mean HINT...nothing descript, honest). I'm also working off the assumption that Tohru DOES NOT know that Akito is a woman. Please keep that in mind. The overall story is somewhat PWP, but it does have a plot. Really. Seems like I'm breaking back into one of my older styles of writing too. =P Comments are encouraged and welcome. A standard disclaimer follows the end of the chapter.


Chapter 4 - Inapt Confessions



"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy it?"

"How do you expect me to answer that question?"

"Honestly, of course."

"Shigure, I...I'd rather not talk about it."

"Ha-san's so mean. After I helped him out, too."

"You did nothing for me so quit whining."

"Mou...that's not how you reacted. Why I remember--!"

"Shigure...."

"What? If it's Tohru finding out that you're concerned with, she doesn't need to know."

"Shigure...."

"Our little flower's too innocent for such things."

"Shigure...."

"But, you know, Ha-san, if we break it lightly...she may want to watch nex--"

"Shigure!"

The inu stopped in mid-stride, the doctor mere steps ahead of him. Hatori was obviously agitated and definitely angry. Shigure waited patiently for him to continue, a bit of trepidation seeping into his normally cool facade. It appeared he had pushed too hard, teased a little too much. His friend was more than embarrassed and less than amused by what had happened in Akito's chamber. He was angry with him, angry with Akito. Both of which could be easily dissuaded with a pack of cigarettes. Maybe two.

But he was absolutely pissed at himself.

And there weren't enough cigarettes in the world to cure him of that.

"Ha-san...."

"I need to get back to work." He turned, heading for his office. "You should go home."

Shigure watched him leave, somewhat distressed. "Mou...can't I even see Tohru?"

"Go home, Shigure." Hatori sighed, pausing in his step, but he never looked back. "I'll bring her home as soon as I can."

The doctor's strides became smaller, then slower as he realized that his friend was not following him. Frowning, he looked over his shoulder. Shigure was heading for the main gate, the usual expression on his face. He felt guilty...somewhat.

Guilty for being angry with the inu. He had nothing to do with what happened today. And he had been right. He'd actually done him a service.

Guilty for giving in to Akito so easily. While he agreed with Shigure that it would be the easier thing to do, that didn't mean he had to do it. He'd been fighting off Akito's advances for more than a while. This should've been no different. Absolutely not.

But it had been.

And that's why he felt guilty returning to the one person he loved more than life itself.

"Ah, Hatori-san! Welcome back!"

Tohru Honda appeared almost as suddenly as he opened the door to his office. She was carrying a stack of folders -- far too many for her -- across the room to his filing cubes. She had volunteered to clear up some of his paperwork in an effort to help him get back on track.

Of course her first time around ended up with both of them on the floor, humping like animals.

Hatori almost smiled at the memory. She was getting better, now that she'd been working on it for nearly a week, and there wasn't a room in his office that he hadn't utilized...well, save for one.

"Did everything go well?"

"Hai," he answered. It was only partially a lie, but his tiny smile faded. "Are you almost finished?"

"Hai!" She placed the stack on a small table, sighing as the weight left her arms. "These are all that's left."

"Good."

"I knew Hatori-san saw mainly Sohma family members." She shook her head, glancing at his large collection of files. "You have a lot of patients."

His smile returned, faltered, then faded again as he stepped further into the office, closing the front door. "Yes, I do. But many I only see once, maybe twice a year."

"How do you keep them all straight?"

"I don't," he replied. "That's what the files are for."

"Oh."

"I have one more patient coming in this morning," he said with a weary sigh. "I should take you home afterwards. I'm sure the boys are worried about you."

"Oh...your appointment...right." Tohru looked like she was pondering something. "Momiji called and said he wouldn't be in."

Hatori turned his head to her, confused. "But I wasn't supposed to see Momiji today."

"No, Hatsuharu-san won't be here."

"Did he say why?"

"Only that he hasn't been in his room for two whole days." Tohru frowned. "I wonder if he's lost again."

The doctor sighed. "Please finish up, then. I'm going to clean up a little."

"Ah! You're not coming down with a cold, are you, Hatori-san?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because your hair is damp...and your face is flushed," she replied, stepping away from the files. Only Hatori's hand stopped her.

"I'm fine, Tohru. Really." He turned away from her before his face betrayed his lie. "Finish filing. Don't forget to put them in alphabetical order."

"By first or last name?"

Stunned, he stopped in mid-stride, looking back over his shoulder at Tohru. Was she truly that dense? No. She was smiling like an angel, a giggle escaping to confirm his suspicion. It had been a joke. And a rather clever one for Tohru. He managed a smile while walking back the long hallway to his office, and further still into the bathroom.

'I love her,' he thought to himself, unbuttoning his coat to reveal the tattered remains of his shirt underneath. 'I don't deserve her.'

His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror and he winced, remembering the none too gentle way Akito had come at him. He cursed her and, in the same breath, cursed himself. Carefully he peeled the garment from his torso. Thankfully he had another shirt in the little locker in his office. And his pants had been undamaged...for the most part. Still, there was a definite wet spot on one of the legs. A good thing there were clean pants with the new shirt as well.

Too bad he disregarded undergarments when he packed his back-up clothing.

Taking a deep breath he began running the water in the shower. The room was too small to have a tub. Too small to even be traditional. 'Thank the gods for Western showers,' he quipped, stepping inside the little box.

The stinging hot water did nothing to help sooth him. It would not even cover up those places where Akito had touched him. He never meant to get that personal with her. He was her doctor. He considered her to be like a sister, if nothing else. Rightfully he should hate her for what she'd done to him years ago. But he couldn't hate her for being her.

Just like he couldn't stop hating himself for being...himself.



'Maa, maa, Ha-san so mean.' Shigure sighed to himself as he walked down the path towards his house. 'At least he could've let me stay for lunch. I don't know when he'll be bringing Tohru-kun home. IF he brings her home.' He sighed again and smiled. 'I may tease him mercilessly, but I'm glad he's finally come to his senses.' He sighed again. 'Still, after helping him in Akito's room, you'd think he'd show SOME gratitude.'

But Shigure did know better. His friend had been embarrassed beyond belief, his strength of will tested. He tried to fight it too -- for Tohru's sake no doubt -- but in the end, he fell victim to Akito's scheme. Not that the writer was complaining. Fucking his friend had always been a curiosity. Now having done it, Shigure was afraid that he might want to do it again.

'It was kind of fun,' he quipped as he approached his home, taking long strides down the walkway to his porch. 'Having him all submissive under me. And the way he responded...well...damn!'

He shook his head as if to clear it. 'Akito's up to something. She may be a sex crazed monster, but behind all things a purpose. She's planning something...but what?'

Pausing on his porch, Shigure took out a cigarette and lit it. He took several short drags, contemplating the days events. Akito was up to something. And the fact that she involved Hatori had to be key. She'd obviously never done it before. Or maybe she had. Hatori never mentioned her coming onto him, yet it was hard to believe she never had. But that only led to a slew of other questions. Who else could be involved? What was she after?

Would there be a large jyuunishi orgy at the next New Year's dinner?

There were no answers to his questions as he finished his cigarette. Tempted to pull out another, he turned away from the porch railing and headed inside. His shoes came off quickly as he headed towards the kitchen. He hadn't eaten in over 12 hours and his stomach was calling to him. It would be easy enough to make some soup, he told himself. But there were two other occupants of the house he had to consider. Were they even home?

Leaving the kitchen, Shigure headed for the stairs. Then stopped. Something moving on the floor in the living room caught his attention. With something akin to curiosity -- and maybe a hint of fear -- in his eyes, he slowly turned towards the heaving mass. Grunts and moaning could be heard then the moving suddenly stopped. He blinked several times before realizing exactly what that mass was.

Bodies.

Three to be exact.

And in the most shocking of positions.

'I guess the human body CAN do that,' he thought with a smile. Clearing his throat he managed to say without laughing, "Konnichiwa! Are you enjoying yourselves?"

There was a moment of dead silence before....

"Oh shit!"

"You said he wasn't supposed to be home for another hour."

A shrug. "I was only guessing."

"You shouldn't be guessing at those things, Haru."

"And who's idea was it to try this anyway?"

"YOURS!"

Hatsuharu Sohma sat back on his heals. "It was only a suggestion." The other two stared back at him, as if pointing their fingers at him. "What, it's not like you couldn't have said 'no'. Besides, Kyo seemed more than willing to give it a try."

"I NEVER SAID THAT!"

"But he does have a point. You were pretty eager."

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID RAT!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"We can all hear you just fine."

"Yes, yes. There's no need to shout," Shigure finally spoke up again, holding in fits of giggles. "Unless...."

"Don't even go there, Shigure," Yuki said with a sigh. "It's embarrassing enough we got caught. Can't you leave well enough alone?"

"Not when you're messing up my living room carpet."

Kyo grumbled under his breath, "We were gonna clean it up...stupid mutt."

"See that you do," Shigure said, releasing a small fit of giggles before turning away from the scene and walking back towards the kitchen. "I'm making some soup. Are any of you hungry other than for each other?"

"That's sick."

"I don't think I have an appetite for anything at the moment."

"I wouldn't mind some soup."

"So soup for me and Haru coming right up." Shigure fell to his knees in a fit of laughter, his facing turning red from lack of oxygen. "Coming...hahaha...right...haha...up! Ahahahahaha...."

Yuki sighed, gathering his clothing. "I'll be in my room."

Kyo followed suit. "Me, too."

Haru stood, following the other boys to the stairs. "I need to use the bathroom."



Tohru bit her bottom lip as she approached the bathroom door. He'd been in there for almost an hour. There were no more appointments for the day, and she had finished all the work he had assigned her. But her boredom was farthest from her mind.

Was he all right? Really? She didn't mistake the signs of fatigue when he came back from Akito's regular morning check-up. It was strange, because he didn't seen tired when he left. In fact, he seemed very...strong. 'Like he'd finally conquered the world or something,' Tohru thought.

'Perhaps Akito had one of his fits,' she mused, pacing before the door. 'Or maybe he's just more tired than I thought. I was pretty out of it this morning myself.'

And who wouldn't have been after the night they had together.

It wasn't their first time together. That had been several weeks ago. Just like that, it happened. There was no warning. It was everything Tohru believed it would be, too. She was amazed by how aggressive Hatori had been and how aggressive she had been as well. Red colored her cheeks at the very thought of her pushing him down against the futon, her fingers spread on his chest, moving downward at an achingly slow pace. His hands had been on her too, pulling her closer, blazing fire against her bare flesh, molding her breasts....

Hearing a moan, she started. It was too loud to have come from the bathroom. Was someone in the office with her? She shook her head. No, that was impossible. The door had been locked just minutes before. She was alone. With Hatori.

Her body tingled at the very thought.

But her worry soon took over. Her fingers twirled, dancing with each as her pacing in front of the door quickened. She watched the floor as she moved, her thoughts far from where she was. 'He shouldn't be taking this long,' she told herself. 'At least...not in the shower.... Should he?'

Inhaling deeply she stopped in front of the door. She took another deep breath before raising her left hand and knocking on the door. She knocked a second time before calling to him.

"Hatori-san? Daijoubu desu ka?"

No answer, save for the gentle falling of water. Was he still in the shower?

"Hatori-san?"

Her answer this time was a loud THUD!

Without giving it a second though, she reached for the doorknob and turned it. The door swung open and Tohru stepped inside. Steam surrounded her almost immediately and she started to break a light sweat after only a moment. Almost desperately, she looked around the small room in hope of finding him.

"Hatori-san?"

She found him through the building cloud of steam. He was still in the shower -- much to her embarrassment -- with the water still running. The lean line of his sillouhette became clearer as she moved closer. He looked to be leaning against one wall of the shower stall, his face pressed against the tile. She felt herself turning red, but from her blush or the steam she wasn't sure.

What happened next happened so fast she had no time to react.

The shower door opened, and a cloud of steam poured outward. Tohru coughed, just before she felt something touch her arm. She nearly choked, gasping and coughing at the same time. But it all subsided as she felt surrounded, strong arms circling her shoulders and a heavy weight bearing down on her.

"AH! Hatori --!"

>POOF!<

When Tohru came to, she sitting on the floor, steam still surrounding her. She blinked, trying to see. Where was Hatori? She moved to stand when she realized something was in her lap. A very tiny something.

Like a seahorse.

She sighed, relieved that he was unharmed. Carefully she picked him up and stood, placing him on a towel before rushing to turn the shower off. With the water off, and the production of steam brought to a halt, she returned to the towel and looked down at the seahorse.

"Gomen, Tohru."

The girl blinked. "Sorry? For what?"

"I have...clothes...in my office. Will you get them?"

She nodded emphatically. "Sure."

Hatori sighed to himself as she walked away. It was bad enough what happened that morning, and now this. He hated tranforming, hated his cursed form. Especially at times like this, when all he wanted to do was hold Tohru and know that everything was going to be okay.

He had decided in the shower -- after practically scrubbing himself raw -- that he needed to tell Tohru about Akito's advances. He wanted no secrets between them. None.

But how would she react to such news, he wondered. She had no idea that Akito was even a woman. How would her mind grasp such a concept?

'Does she even know what a threesome is?'

>POOF!<

By the time Tohru returned to the bathroom, the steam had pretty well cleared out. She paused in the doorway, allowing the remaining steam to filter outside. Hatori had transformed back, his nearly naked form -- his mid-section was wrapped in the towel he'd been lying on -- standing by the sink. She blushed prettily, clearing her throat to announce her presence. The doctor didn't turn, waving her inside.

"It's all right, Tohru. You can come in."

It only took a few steps to reach the sink, but the closer she got, the more she noticed the red splotches on his skin. Had he scrubbed himself too hard? Why? And were those scratches on his back?

Taking a deep breath, Hatori stood, turning around to accept his clothing from Tohru. The expression on her face made him pause. She looked...shocked. That's when he realized that he must look a sight. Not only did his skin feel extra sensitive because he'd over done it with the wash sponge, but he knew there were marks on him. There had to be, even without him looking for them himself.

Tohru nearly dropped his clothes. Thankfully he was close enough to catch them. He forced a wan smile and said, "Arigato, Tohru."

"What happened?" She was beside him in an instant, examining his body more closely. "You scrubbed too hard? Was the water too hot?"

"A little of both," he admitted.

"You were in there so long. I was worried...."

Taking another deep breath he continued, "Tohru, something happened with Akito, this morning. Something...I think we should...talk about."

"Hmmm...that might explain the fingernail marks on your back," she replied thoughtfully. Hatori opened his mouth but snapped it shut, her fingers running lightly along the trails on his back. "Perhaps I should find some salve to put on these. They're not deep." She pulled away from him enough to look him in the eye. "Do they hurt?"

"Iie."

She started to take off. "Maybe I should--"

"Tohru?"

The girl stopped when he said her name. She wouldn't have gone far anyway as he had already grabbed her hand and was pulling her back towards him. Carefully, slowly, he turned her to face him.

"Tohru, something happened with Akito today," he repeated.

She stood facing him, her eyes focusing on his feet. "He's angry, isn't he?"

Hatori shook his head. "No, Akito wasn't angry, exactly."

"Then...he doesn't know?"

Hatori had to smile. She looked so hopeful. "No, Akito doesn't know about us. Not yet. It...was another matter entirely."

"It had to be serious for there to be so many small marks," she noted, her eyes slowly lifting to meet his. "Are you sure you're all right?"

He knew that small light in her eyes. She was worried, and would worry herself sick if he didn't reassure her. And the hope that had been there before.... Gods there was so much to tell her and he felt like the devil himself for even thinking about wiping those looks from her beautiful face.

First he needed to reassure her.

Leaning over, he kissed her forehead, squeezing her hands in his. "I'm okay. But...There is something that will make me feel even better."

"Honto ni?"

Hatori nodded, leaning closer. He placed a kiss on her cheek before leveling his gaze with her. "Tohru-kun only has to say that she loves me."

The girl giggled, a light red infusing her cheeks. She squeezed his hands in return, her eyes turning downward again. "Is that all?"

"Hai."

"Hatori-san is easy to please."

He suppressed a chuckle. "You think so."

"Hai."

She seemed to be dodging the subject, albeit playfully. "Tohru?"

When her eyes lifted to his, there was nothing but pure love in them. The smile she wore lit her face. She wrested her hands free lifting them to cup his face in her palms. He sighed at the feeling, causing Tohru's smile to grow.

"I love you."

Anything else he may have had to say melted away as she leaned forward, pulling him closer. Her lips pressed lightly against his, expressing what she had just spoken in words. They continued to play this way, brushing, lightly caressing, until his lips swept hers into a passionate exchange.

Hatori had to fight the urge to crush her to him. Gods, he so badly wanted to feel her pressed against him. Instead, he reached for her, his hands finding and grasping her waist. As his fingers caressed, massaged, he parted her lips with his tongue. She responded immediately, her tongue moving to tango with his.

Tohru's knees went weak when she felt his tongue dancing with her, his hands holding her steady while hers dug themselves into his still wet hair. She held him to her, putting everything she could into the kiss. But it eventually became too much. Not enough air. They parted. Tohru thought she was going to fall, her knees buckling as Hatori's kisses continued. They trailed across her cheek and down her neck.

Sensing Tohru's weakness, Hatori carefully maneuvered her to steady ground. His lips never left her skin as they moved, her fingers massaging his scalp and temples. THUD! They made contact with the wall. Well, Tohru did anyway. Hatori lifted her slightly, just enough to position one of his legs between hers. She sat on his knee, her back glued to the wall behind her.

Tohru thought she was going to explode from the inside out! The contact between her covered sex and Hatori's leg nearly made her orgasm. It wasn't enough though. His hands quickly trying to undo the buttons of her blouse wasn't enough. The feel of his smooth skin and hard muscle beneath her fingers just wasn't enough! She needed more. More!

Hatori nearly fell to the ground himself when Tohru's hands made a quick beeline down his neck, his chest and lower until it gripped the top edge of the towel. She yanked on it. Hard. It took not one, but four tries to pull it free, and a little help from him. His need was as urgent as hers. Were all of their joinings going to be as heated and needy? He couldn't remember a time where they had actually taken their time.

'I suppose we have plenty of time for that,' Hatori told himself as he carefully lifted Tohru a little high in an effort to pull her panties down. There was a lot of twisting involved, and there was more than one moment when he though his transformation would end it all. But he managed, even if her panties were hanging off one leg on her ankle. It hardly mattered to either one as he pushed her against the wall again, lifting her into the proper position.

Tohru gasped, clutching at roughly rubbed shoulders as Hatori pressed inside of her. One leg tentatively wrapped around him, her other lifting, holding its position at his side. His hand cupped her buttocks, holding her in place as he began to move. She peaked instantly, a second wave already building.

Groaning through clenched teeth, Hatori used the last of his reserve to hold back when Tohru orgasmed. Pounding away, he slid in and out at an alarming pace. But his body pressed him further. It wasn't enough. Her loud moans just weren't enough. Her spasming vaginal muscles weren't enough. All he needed was a little more. Go a little further. Just...a little...more!

Tohru's second orgasm was better than the first. Her lovers harsh thrusts touched off a spot inside her that made her toes curl in need. After one final hit, she screamed, falling over the edge. Her body went rigid, all breath rushed from her body. White light encompassed everything, then blue, then white again. Her vision was hazy, her body quickly losing strength. She certainly wasn't going to be able to stand on her own.

And it didn't look like Hatori was going to be able to either.

His orgasm nearly blindsided him. His body shook with his release, his knees and legs wobbly. As carefully as he could he sank to the floor, pulling out of Tohru before pulling her down to straddle his lap. Her own gasps mixed with his as they struggled for air. It wasn't until her fingers brushed his cheek, that he managed to look at her.

"Hatori needs another shower," she said with a smile.

His lips caressed hers before he finally sat back and looked at her. He had to stop himself from gawking. Her shirt was in total disarray, the front clasp of her bra open. Her skirt had been hiked up and her panties...well they were somewhere in the small room.

"It might be a good idea if you take one too," he replied.

"Maybe we could take one together," she suggested shyly.

"All right." He waited for her to stand before attempting to do so himself. He watched her for a moment as she gathered up their clothes. She placed them on a chair in the office before returning to the bathroom. "Tohru, the shower's right there."

"Hai...but," she looked it over once in contemplation. "There's not enough room for both of us.... Is there?"

Hatori smiled as he ushered her into the tiny box. "We'll see," he murmured, closing the door behind him.



It was some time after one in the afternoon when Shigure picked up the phone and dialed Hatori's phone number. Despite the amusement he'd had earlier, he still felt somewhat bad about what had happened that morning. He was happy when someone answered and even happier when the voice on the other line said in a very happy, yet breathless voice, "Moshi moshi. Dr. Sohma's office. How may I help you?"

"AH! Tohru-kun, It's Shigure."

"Konnichiwa, Shigure-san. I'm sorry I haven't been home yet. It's been...busy at the office today."

Shigure cracked a crocked smile at the hesitation in her voice. "I'm sure it has. Is Ha-san with a patient right now?"

"Ummm...let me check."

Shigure tapped his foot, staring at the wall for what felt like five minutes. Maybe the good doctor had trapped Tohru and was doing evil, unspeakable things to her! Shigure chuckled while thoughts of his friend and cousin practically ravishing his little flower ran through his mind.

"What's so funny, Shigure?"

The inu almost jumped at the sudden sound of Hatori's voice. "Ah, Ha-san! Just amusing myself until I heard from you."

"I'll be bringing Tohru home shortly. I just have one more patient to see for the day, then I have to do one final check on Akito."

Shigure seemed surprised. "Are you sure you want to go in there alone? I mean, after this morning--!"

"It's my job," Hatori stated emphatically.

"But--!"

"Don't tell me YOU want to come with me."

Shigure smiled, shaking his head even though his friend couldn't see. "No, it's not that. Really." There was silence on the other end of the line. "Ha-san...about what I said earlier...."

"Just forget about it." Hatori's sigh was evident in his voice. "I was...upset. But not with you. Not really."

"Does that mean--?!"

"No. It does not."

"Oh well." Shigure sighed, somewhat defeated. "We have other things to deal with anyway, ne?"

"Agreed." More silence. "We'll talk about it later, when I drop Tohru off at home."

"Take care of her until then."

Something akin to a chuckle sounded on the other end of the line, causing Shigure to gawk into the phone. "All ready done," Hatori replied. "We'll be there around two." In a lower voice he added, "Or should I make that three?"

CLICK.

"Ha...san." Shigure hung up the phone, still gawking. "Was that...a joke?"


~TO BE CONTINUED~


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