Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Set Fire to the Rain ❯ Only The Lonely ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: AvangelineFierce 
Just a warning, this story is labeled yaoi because that is the most common pairing choice for this work of fanfiction, but there will also be some yuri scenes involved. If you are a fan of heterosexual fictions I do believe you have stumbled on the wrong story for your tastes, you probably will not like what I write.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.04.2011 | Updated On: 07.05.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Just a warning, this story is labeled yaoi because that is the most common pairing choice for this work of fanfiction, but there will also be some yuri scenes involved. If you are a fan of heterosexual fictions I do believe you have stumbled on the wrong story for your tastes, you probably will not like what I write.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Psychological / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.04.2011 | Updated On: 07.05.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter One
Only The Lonely
Harsh breathing echoed around the stark, almost bare, room. The rustling of sheets on skin followed the steady rhythmic creak of the wooden bed frame. Sounds could be heard amidst the breaths barely legible as emitting from a human let alone being coherent words.
Greedy mouths devoured what was willingly sacrificed. Frantic hands roamed toned flesh, exploring, finding their way to the sweet spots of pleasure. Lingering gazes hungrily consumed the beautiful sights beneath their eyes.
The shyness both parties had shown to the world for so long melted away with the other’s touch. It felt so good, so deliciously wrong to feel this way neither cared what tomorrow would bring. Be it condemnation or acceptance tomorrow could wait, tonight was about rapture and stolen passion. Time flew by as they enjoyed the bountiful gifts of their mutual love.
….Several blissful hours later…
“Miss Honda if you don’t get up soon you are going to be late for school.” Yuki called through the door as he knocked trying to rouse her while maintaining her privacy if she was already up and getting dressed.
His caution was well meaning, but not quite enough, as soon as his knuckles touched the door for a second knock it was opened from the inside and he was greeted by the sheet wrapped form of a certain miss Hanajima. “You will go away and leave right now if you know what’s good for you. Tohru-Kun needs her sleep.” There was an odd gleam in the dark haired girl’s eyes that made Yuki remember why most people in school were afraid of her.
“I apologize, but I know how much she hates missing school.” Yuki retained enough of his wits to reply gracefully before retreating like someone had yelled fire in a crowded theater.
On his way downstairs from his failed attempt at rousing Tohru it hit Yuki that, aside from Hana’s usual oddities, there was something very strange about what just happened. First of all, for her to answer only in a sheet meant she was at least partially unclothed, and if she was up getting dressed why wasn’t Tohru? The night before had been cold, it was still very early in the spring, to think someone would sleep unclothed in weather like that seemed just as odd to him. Also, Hana’s hair was tangled into knots, more so than Yuki had ever seen despite her staying the night more often than not lately. Plus how on Earth had Tohru managed to sleep through their exchange at the door, let alone his initial call? Tohru wasn’t that heavy a sleeper usually, and even when she did oversleep just the mention of being late for school was usually enough to have her up and in a manic state of mind as she rushed to get ready.
As he stepped into the kitchen still musing on the possibilities, Shigure interrupted his thoughts. “Is she alright?”
Yuki was startled at his unusually blunt question, “I didn’t talk to her, Hanajima answered the door and persuaded me to let Tohru sleep in today. Why, is there something we should be worried about?”
Shigure seemed to suddenly snap out of his serious funk and into his clown persona as he waved off Yuki, “Oh nothing, nothing at all. I just heard the bed creaking like someone was having a rough time sleeping last night.”
Yuki accepted the ready made excuse, that Tohru may have had bad dreams last night and tossed and turned, making Hanajima ask him to leave her be once she calmed down.
It hit him as he was putting his shoes away in his school locker that there was a different explanation, one that would explain the odd behavior seen from both girl’s lately, as well as their blonde haired companion. Could Tohru and Hana possibly?
Yuki wasn’t sure what to think about this new possibility. It was enough of a preoccupation even the orange haired cat sitting across the classroom noticed something was off with Yuki that, and Tohru’s empty seat, sent Kyo into panic mode. Tohru was known to get into some pretty strange accidents if she was too busy daydreaming to notice her surroundings.
Kyo watched Yuki nibble on his bottom lip wondering just when Prince Yuki had developed such a childish habit. Come to think of it, had the cat ever seen the rat this stressed that he fidgeted in public?
Given that Kyo was the cat, his curiosity was spiked with the mystery, to the point he followed Yuki home, attempting to get the crazy rat to at least tell him why Tohru had missed school.
Finally Yuki was either stressed enough, or had finally decided it was alright to share his concerns, probably the first option. “I went to wake her up this morning and was greeted by a sheet wrapped Hanajima,” He began and eventually filled the cat in on what Shigure had said and the conclusion he had come to that hadn’t left him alone all day. “I think those two might be in love.” Yuki finished.
Kyo tilted his head thoughtfully, not going off like the firework Yuki had been expecting. “Well that explains a lot.” Kyo mumbled just loud enough Yuki heard, though he suspected he wasn’t supposed to hear it.
“Explains what?” Yuki was not really expecting an answer, so he was suitably surprised when he got one.
“Oh come on, even you Damn Rat should have noticed how they were acting? Sneaking off together, having sleepovers on a regular basis without that yankee with them, and the way that wave girl hovers over Tohru constantly. I’m sure you are right about this, what I want to know is why they wouldn’t tell us about it. Is she afraid of us?” Kyo tried to make it sound like the last question wasn’t said with much weight behind it.
Yuki knew better, he had been stuck around the stupid cat long enough to know he was terrified of Tohru suddenly becoming afraid of him. “Of course not, they may have just wanted some privacy. I’m trying to decide whether I should talk to her about it or just let things be.” Yuki didn’t want Kyo to know he was just as afraid of Tohru’s rejection.
“I wouldn’t know what to say to her,” Kyo admitted confused of his feelings, they were mostly telling him to protect Tohru, he didn’t feel nearly the jealousy he thought he would once Tohru started dating. Still he knew that if Tohru was hurt over this there would be hell to pay, psychic waves or not.
Yuki didn’t have time to answer because by now they had arrived home to see a flurry of activity through the open front door, the scene was given a heighted sense of urgency when they got close enough to identify Hatori’s car in the driveway and what looked like dribbled blood leading from the car to the house. What on earth was going on? Did someone get hurt?
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Inside the house Hatori was busy working on the injured zodiac member in front of him. Sweat ran down his oddly pale face, his skin was almost green in color as though he were exhausted and a little nauseous, but he scarcely noticed his own condition as he swore lowly in his work. Angry at himself for not treating the wounds immediately, despite knowing that the delay needed to move the injured man to a safer place was worth the risk. If they had stayed at the main house chances were good his patient would be dead already instead of hanging on by a thread. He had only managed a very basic wound dressing before they left, and by the time they had reached Shigure’s house the bandages were already soaked through with blood.
Shigure had sent the two girls back up to Tohru’s room to get them out of the way the second he had received the frantic phone call from the very upset dragon.
Now dog and dragon were side by side trying to save the life in front of them. Glancing up at the clock Shigure noticed that Yuki and Kyo were due home any minute. “The boys will be back soon, I’ll handle them if you can mange without me for a moment.” He explained while handing over the bottle of anti-septic Hatori had just called for.
“No I need your hands for a minute, pinch here so the skin meets up, otherwise the scar will be horrible.” Hatori ordered sharply, his calm demeanor had flown out the window the moment he had discovered his patient.
“Shigure is someone… Haru!” Kyo had started to ask even before the two boys had entered the house, but there was no mistaking the duel colored hair of the zodiac ox.
“Dear Kami, what happened to him?” Yuki had enough sense to ask while Kyo just stood in shock.
“He was beaten very badly, he was found in his bedroom covered in blood.” Shigure started to explain as Hatori added another stitch in the wound, Haru now looked like a cross between a mummy and a rag doll.
“Where was Akito?” The words were out of Yuki’s mouth before he could stop them, Kyo nodded silently in the background.
“Akito was not in his room at the time. And well… there is evidence that points to the culprit at least knowing about the zodiac and specifically knowing that Haru is the year of the ox.” Shigure was shook up, still trying to process it himself.
“What evidence?” Kyo asked before Yuki got the chance, finally regaining the power to speak.
“He was branded.” It was Hatori that answered this time, smoothing down the bandage on the newly stitched wound. Leaning back to look over Haru, he carefully scanned him for any additional wounds that still needed treatment. Satisfied that Haru wasn’t loosing anymore blood externally, he finally allowed himself a short breath, Haru’s chances of survival had just increased by a percentage but he wasn’t out of the woods yet. “I have already checked and found that he doesn’t have a broken back or neck, so Yuki, Kyo, help us carry him upstairs and put him to bed. He is going to need to be watched over as he hasn’t regained consciousness since I got to him. When he does wake up, or even before, those wounds will need to be cleaned. His biggest enemy is infection, the worst wound was the brand, but he will be woozy from blood loss and is probably going to have many scars from this.
Kyo and Yuki shook themselves out of the horrified stupor hearing about the branding put them in. Wordlessly obeying Hatori, cat and rat worked together to get Haru upstairs and into Yuki’s room because it was the closest to the stairs. Shigure and Hatori followed the two younger men to make sure the had Haru resting comfortably.
“How long before he wakes up?” Yuki asked worrying about the ox.
“Honestly? I have no idea.” Hatori admitted, his tiredness shining through.
“Ha’ri you will need to rest soon, even if you do have to head back to the main house tonight. You are not fit to drive.” Shigure informed him bluntly, his clownish attitude gone when it came to the safety of the dragon.
“I know, but I was hoping to see him wake up before I went to sleep.” Hatori protested, Haru’s needs came first in his mind.
“You will do him no good if you pass out, you can lay down in my room and we will wake you up if anything changes.” Shigure pressed, with Yuki and Kyo nodding in the background.
“Alright, but you better wake me up if he so much as twitches an eyelash.” Hatori warned, but he was more tired than Shigure thought for him to give in without more of a fight, the dog had been gearing up for quite the argument.
After Hatori left the other three Sohma men distributed themselves around the room so they could all keep an eye on Haru, all of them worried about the too pale ox.
Yuki let his head fall back against the wall and couldn’t help but think this day had gone nothing like he thought it would when he volunteered to wake Tohru up for school. Just what kind of mess was starting up now?
A/N This will be my one and only in story author’s note, and I’m putting it here so it will have a better chance of being read as this is important. The wounds on Haru might sound familiar to those of you who read on Fanfiction. Net, I am not stealing this idea because I am the original author. I took the previous story down when I realized it was going in a direction I didn’t like, so this fic was born. Elements will be the same between the two, but I promise you none of the non-canon idea’s are stolen, they are mine.Converting /tmp/phpfN4pxy to /dev/stdout
Only The Lonely
Harsh breathing echoed around the stark, almost bare, room. The rustling of sheets on skin followed the steady rhythmic creak of the wooden bed frame. Sounds could be heard amidst the breaths barely legible as emitting from a human let alone being coherent words.
Greedy mouths devoured what was willingly sacrificed. Frantic hands roamed toned flesh, exploring, finding their way to the sweet spots of pleasure. Lingering gazes hungrily consumed the beautiful sights beneath their eyes.
The shyness both parties had shown to the world for so long melted away with the other’s touch. It felt so good, so deliciously wrong to feel this way neither cared what tomorrow would bring. Be it condemnation or acceptance tomorrow could wait, tonight was about rapture and stolen passion. Time flew by as they enjoyed the bountiful gifts of their mutual love.
….Several blissful hours later…
“Miss Honda if you don’t get up soon you are going to be late for school.” Yuki called through the door as he knocked trying to rouse her while maintaining her privacy if she was already up and getting dressed.
His caution was well meaning, but not quite enough, as soon as his knuckles touched the door for a second knock it was opened from the inside and he was greeted by the sheet wrapped form of a certain miss Hanajima. “You will go away and leave right now if you know what’s good for you. Tohru-Kun needs her sleep.” There was an odd gleam in the dark haired girl’s eyes that made Yuki remember why most people in school were afraid of her.
“I apologize, but I know how much she hates missing school.” Yuki retained enough of his wits to reply gracefully before retreating like someone had yelled fire in a crowded theater.
On his way downstairs from his failed attempt at rousing Tohru it hit Yuki that, aside from Hana’s usual oddities, there was something very strange about what just happened. First of all, for her to answer only in a sheet meant she was at least partially unclothed, and if she was up getting dressed why wasn’t Tohru? The night before had been cold, it was still very early in the spring, to think someone would sleep unclothed in weather like that seemed just as odd to him. Also, Hana’s hair was tangled into knots, more so than Yuki had ever seen despite her staying the night more often than not lately. Plus how on Earth had Tohru managed to sleep through their exchange at the door, let alone his initial call? Tohru wasn’t that heavy a sleeper usually, and even when she did oversleep just the mention of being late for school was usually enough to have her up and in a manic state of mind as she rushed to get ready.
As he stepped into the kitchen still musing on the possibilities, Shigure interrupted his thoughts. “Is she alright?”
Yuki was startled at his unusually blunt question, “I didn’t talk to her, Hanajima answered the door and persuaded me to let Tohru sleep in today. Why, is there something we should be worried about?”
Shigure seemed to suddenly snap out of his serious funk and into his clown persona as he waved off Yuki, “Oh nothing, nothing at all. I just heard the bed creaking like someone was having a rough time sleeping last night.”
Yuki accepted the ready made excuse, that Tohru may have had bad dreams last night and tossed and turned, making Hanajima ask him to leave her be once she calmed down.
It hit him as he was putting his shoes away in his school locker that there was a different explanation, one that would explain the odd behavior seen from both girl’s lately, as well as their blonde haired companion. Could Tohru and Hana possibly?
Yuki wasn’t sure what to think about this new possibility. It was enough of a preoccupation even the orange haired cat sitting across the classroom noticed something was off with Yuki that, and Tohru’s empty seat, sent Kyo into panic mode. Tohru was known to get into some pretty strange accidents if she was too busy daydreaming to notice her surroundings.
Kyo watched Yuki nibble on his bottom lip wondering just when Prince Yuki had developed such a childish habit. Come to think of it, had the cat ever seen the rat this stressed that he fidgeted in public?
Given that Kyo was the cat, his curiosity was spiked with the mystery, to the point he followed Yuki home, attempting to get the crazy rat to at least tell him why Tohru had missed school.
Finally Yuki was either stressed enough, or had finally decided it was alright to share his concerns, probably the first option. “I went to wake her up this morning and was greeted by a sheet wrapped Hanajima,” He began and eventually filled the cat in on what Shigure had said and the conclusion he had come to that hadn’t left him alone all day. “I think those two might be in love.” Yuki finished.
Kyo tilted his head thoughtfully, not going off like the firework Yuki had been expecting. “Well that explains a lot.” Kyo mumbled just loud enough Yuki heard, though he suspected he wasn’t supposed to hear it.
“Explains what?” Yuki was not really expecting an answer, so he was suitably surprised when he got one.
“Oh come on, even you Damn Rat should have noticed how they were acting? Sneaking off together, having sleepovers on a regular basis without that yankee with them, and the way that wave girl hovers over Tohru constantly. I’m sure you are right about this, what I want to know is why they wouldn’t tell us about it. Is she afraid of us?” Kyo tried to make it sound like the last question wasn’t said with much weight behind it.
Yuki knew better, he had been stuck around the stupid cat long enough to know he was terrified of Tohru suddenly becoming afraid of him. “Of course not, they may have just wanted some privacy. I’m trying to decide whether I should talk to her about it or just let things be.” Yuki didn’t want Kyo to know he was just as afraid of Tohru’s rejection.
“I wouldn’t know what to say to her,” Kyo admitted confused of his feelings, they were mostly telling him to protect Tohru, he didn’t feel nearly the jealousy he thought he would once Tohru started dating. Still he knew that if Tohru was hurt over this there would be hell to pay, psychic waves or not.
Yuki didn’t have time to answer because by now they had arrived home to see a flurry of activity through the open front door, the scene was given a heighted sense of urgency when they got close enough to identify Hatori’s car in the driveway and what looked like dribbled blood leading from the car to the house. What on earth was going on? Did someone get hurt?
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Inside the house Hatori was busy working on the injured zodiac member in front of him. Sweat ran down his oddly pale face, his skin was almost green in color as though he were exhausted and a little nauseous, but he scarcely noticed his own condition as he swore lowly in his work. Angry at himself for not treating the wounds immediately, despite knowing that the delay needed to move the injured man to a safer place was worth the risk. If they had stayed at the main house chances were good his patient would be dead already instead of hanging on by a thread. He had only managed a very basic wound dressing before they left, and by the time they had reached Shigure’s house the bandages were already soaked through with blood.
Shigure had sent the two girls back up to Tohru’s room to get them out of the way the second he had received the frantic phone call from the very upset dragon.
Now dog and dragon were side by side trying to save the life in front of them. Glancing up at the clock Shigure noticed that Yuki and Kyo were due home any minute. “The boys will be back soon, I’ll handle them if you can mange without me for a moment.” He explained while handing over the bottle of anti-septic Hatori had just called for.
“No I need your hands for a minute, pinch here so the skin meets up, otherwise the scar will be horrible.” Hatori ordered sharply, his calm demeanor had flown out the window the moment he had discovered his patient.
“Shigure is someone… Haru!” Kyo had started to ask even before the two boys had entered the house, but there was no mistaking the duel colored hair of the zodiac ox.
“Dear Kami, what happened to him?” Yuki had enough sense to ask while Kyo just stood in shock.
“He was beaten very badly, he was found in his bedroom covered in blood.” Shigure started to explain as Hatori added another stitch in the wound, Haru now looked like a cross between a mummy and a rag doll.
“Where was Akito?” The words were out of Yuki’s mouth before he could stop them, Kyo nodded silently in the background.
“Akito was not in his room at the time. And well… there is evidence that points to the culprit at least knowing about the zodiac and specifically knowing that Haru is the year of the ox.” Shigure was shook up, still trying to process it himself.
“What evidence?” Kyo asked before Yuki got the chance, finally regaining the power to speak.
“He was branded.” It was Hatori that answered this time, smoothing down the bandage on the newly stitched wound. Leaning back to look over Haru, he carefully scanned him for any additional wounds that still needed treatment. Satisfied that Haru wasn’t loosing anymore blood externally, he finally allowed himself a short breath, Haru’s chances of survival had just increased by a percentage but he wasn’t out of the woods yet. “I have already checked and found that he doesn’t have a broken back or neck, so Yuki, Kyo, help us carry him upstairs and put him to bed. He is going to need to be watched over as he hasn’t regained consciousness since I got to him. When he does wake up, or even before, those wounds will need to be cleaned. His biggest enemy is infection, the worst wound was the brand, but he will be woozy from blood loss and is probably going to have many scars from this.
Kyo and Yuki shook themselves out of the horrified stupor hearing about the branding put them in. Wordlessly obeying Hatori, cat and rat worked together to get Haru upstairs and into Yuki’s room because it was the closest to the stairs. Shigure and Hatori followed the two younger men to make sure the had Haru resting comfortably.
“How long before he wakes up?” Yuki asked worrying about the ox.
“Honestly? I have no idea.” Hatori admitted, his tiredness shining through.
“Ha’ri you will need to rest soon, even if you do have to head back to the main house tonight. You are not fit to drive.” Shigure informed him bluntly, his clownish attitude gone when it came to the safety of the dragon.
“I know, but I was hoping to see him wake up before I went to sleep.” Hatori protested, Haru’s needs came first in his mind.
“You will do him no good if you pass out, you can lay down in my room and we will wake you up if anything changes.” Shigure pressed, with Yuki and Kyo nodding in the background.
“Alright, but you better wake me up if he so much as twitches an eyelash.” Hatori warned, but he was more tired than Shigure thought for him to give in without more of a fight, the dog had been gearing up for quite the argument.
After Hatori left the other three Sohma men distributed themselves around the room so they could all keep an eye on Haru, all of them worried about the too pale ox.
Yuki let his head fall back against the wall and couldn’t help but think this day had gone nothing like he thought it would when he volunteered to wake Tohru up for school. Just what kind of mess was starting up now?
A/N This will be my one and only in story author’s note, and I’m putting it here so it will have a better chance of being read as this is important. The wounds on Haru might sound familiar to those of you who read on Fanfiction. Net, I am not stealing this idea because I am the original author. I took the previous story down when I realized it was going in a direction I didn’t like, so this fic was born. Elements will be the same between the two, but I promise you none of the non-canon idea’s are stolen, they are mine.Converting /tmp/phpfN4pxy to /dev/stdout