Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ THE VIGIL ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Yuki_The_Rat 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.26.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 941 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.26.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 941 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, who said life was fair?
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART SIX - THE VIGIL
TOHRU *
Tohru hammered the final peg into the corner of her brand new pup tent. Standing back, she admired her work.
“Well, I think I am actually getting good at this.” Laying her small hammer aside, Tohru brushed her hands off on her skirt, and retrieved the bags containing her belongings from the nearby picnic bench.
“I hope that Shigure doesn’t find out that I lied to him, but what am I supposed to do?” Pushing the tent flap aside Tohru crawled inside. “At least, this time, I don’t think I am on the Sohma’s property. I ought to be far enough away that I shouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone I know.”
Inside the tent Tohru laid out her blankets and her pillow, and she placed her mother’s photograph nearby. ‘I need to wash my face, and brush my teeth.’ She thought to herself, ‘but I am just so tired. I guess missing it for just one night won’t kill me.’ Liking this thought, Tohru decided to run with it. ‘And just this once I guess I can just sleep in my clothes.’ Forcing one last, fabricated , smile, the dirty faced little rebel crawled under her covers and fell asleep within moments.
WHITE HARU *
Haru couldn’t sleep. Perhaps it was the chair, tiny and uncomfortable. Although, Momiji had thought to bring him a pillow and a blanket, he was still fully dressed. Haru wished that he had thought to request a yukata. When he was alone, he generally slept in the buff. The truth was he, altogether, hated clothing, he found them too restricting. If Haru was the boss of the world, everyone would just be naked all of the time. Since he wasn’t he settled for soft, silky, materials which felt good against his skin, and complimented his unique hair coloring.
Yuki had slept fitfully throughout most the night. Haru knew that whatever had happened between Tohru and Yuki must have been terrible, for Yuki had carried it with him into his dreams. Several times, Yuki had whispered Miss Honda’s name, this was generally followed by moments of Yuki thrashing about. It was as if Yuki was trying to escape from some unknown horror. Each time Haru witnessed this his heart would burst open in compassion. Haru hated the idea of anything causing Yuki pain, but he also felt pride in the fact that each time Yuki would cry out, Haru had the power to bring him peace. It only took a gentle touch from Haru’s hand, and Yuki would calm. For about an hour now, the silver haired boy has rested quietly. Seated in a chair by his bedside, Haru stood vigil, he was exhausted, but too anxious from the days activities to rest.
Glancing towards the office window, Haru noticed that the sky was starting to lighten. It would be morning soon. Haru stripped off his shirt and belt, dropping them to the floor. Feeling much more comfortable Haru wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and was about to settle back into the chair when, with a loud scream, Yuki suddenly jumped up out of bed and bounded for the door.
“Mother!” Yuki cried out, “Mother, please don’t leave me here.” Yuki smacked into Hatori’s desk and fell to the floor, suddenly awake.
In a flash Haru was at his side.
“Yuki, are you okay?”
“Haru?” Yuki stared up at him, disoriented and afraid. “My mother, she left me.”
“Yes, Yuki, I know. That was a long time ago, you’re okay now.”
Gathering the slender boy up into his arms Haru carried him back to the bed. Yuki buried his face against Haru’s neck, and Haru felt Yuki’s warm tears slide down his bare chest. Sitting down on the bed, still cradling Yuki in his arms, Haru searched for the words that could comfort him, but he came up empty.
“Miss Honda,” Yuki whispered, “she chose Kyo.” and started to pull away.
“Tohru’s a idiot.” Haru stated, gripping Yuki tightly. “I would have chosen you.”
“You would have chosen me?” Yuki wondered, and didn’t pull away as Haru placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“You do know that I love you, right Yuki?”
“I’m not gay, Haru.” Yuki asserted, unemotionally, “I don’t want you to love me.”
Haru felt his heart crack open. He knew how it was with Yuki. Haru knew that he would never get his chance, but he didn’t like hearing it said out loud.
Yuki pushed away firmly, crawling under his covers. Standing, Haru walked across the room towards the door.
“Haru.” Yuki called, and Haru stopped.
“Are you leaving?” Yuki’s voice was so gentle, it was one of the things that had endeared Haru to him in the first place.
“Yeah, you need your rest.”
“Don’t”
“What?” Haru took a few steps back toward the bed. Unsure what Yuki wanted from him.
“Don’t go, please, stay with me. Just for a while. I don’t want to be alone.” Yuki’s voice was strained from tears that he was fighting to keep in check. Part of Haru still wanted to leave, Yuki’s words had hurt his pride, but most of him wanted to stay.
“Okay, sure.” Heading back toward the chair, Haru was again surprised when Yuki sat up, pulled back the covers and patted the bed beside him.
“Haru, you can sleep here. If you want.”
“Yuki,” Haru searched Yuki’s eyes, “are you sure?”
“Yes, but Haru, I meant it, I’m not gay.”
“I know, Yuki,” Haru crawled into the bed next to Yuki, and smiled as Yuki moved into his arms. “I’m not gay either.”
Yuki slept peacefully for the remainder of the night.
YUKI *
Waking with a start, Yuki wasn’t sure where he was at first. As reality seeped it’s way back into his mind, Yuki felt a sharp stab of pain from deep within his gut. Beside him, Haru was sleeping soundly.
Yuki was aware that the boy had sat up all night watching over him. He also recalled their conversation. Haru had told him that he loved him. Yuki wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. It was something he would need to deal with eventually. He couldn’t hurt Haru, that wouldn’t be fair.
‘But I’m straight.’ Yuki told himself. ‘I should probably get out of bed, and go home, right now, before Haru wakes up.’
Yuki didn’t move. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to leave the warmth of Haru’s body. He knew it was selfish to stay, but he simply wasn’t ready to face the world again. How was he possibly going to survive without Miss Honda? Thinking of the girl brought a fresh burst of pain to his stomach. Sighing deeply, Yuki placed his head on Haru’s chest, and was amazed by the ease it afforded him. Haru’s skin was so soft, and warm, and his breath was very sweet. Inhaling deeply, Yuki tasted Haru’s breath, and discovered that he liked the taste. Closing his eyes, Yuki timed his breathing to Haru’s, and drifted back to sleep.
SHIGURE *
Entering the gates of the main house Shigure was surprised to catch Akito on his way out.
“Good afternoon Akito.”
“Shigure,” Akito replied, and Shigure was relieved that Akito appeared to be in good spirits. “I take it you came for Yuki.”
“Well, I came to check on him anyway.” Shigure said wearily. “I think Hatori wants to keep a eye on him for a couple of days.”
“How’s Tohru Honda doing?” Akito asked, nonchalantly, “she seemed quite upset when she left yesterday.”
“Tohru? Well, actually Akito, Tohru moved out.” Shigure told him, and waited for Akito to start gloating about how Tohru’s moving out was for the best.
“What?” Akito blurted out, “She moved?”
“Well, yes, it seems that this whole mess with Kyo and Yuki was just too much for her to handle.”
“She moved where?” Akito demanded, causing Shigure to step back awkwardly.
“She didn’t really say, but she is probably staying with one of her girlfriends.”
“I see, well, goodbye then.” and with that Akito rushed out through the gates, leaving a befuddled Shigure behind.
HATORI *
“Since when is Akito so concerned about Tohru?” Shigure asked the doctor.
“What? Is he?” Hatori asked, doubtfully.
“Seemed like it. I saw him on his way out. Since when does Akito leave the main house?”
“He took another walk?” Hatori inquired, a rarely seen grin surfacing on his face.
“Yeah, and he was rather dressed up, why? What’s up?”
“Well, he hasn’t exactly said anything to me about it, thinks he’s pulling a great escape or something, but I think Akito has found somebody.”
“Excuse me?” Shigure asked, “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“I think Akito is in love.”
“Our Akito?” Shigure said, trying to decide if Hatori was messing with him. “Akito Sohma? Skinny guy, about this tall? In love?”
“Yes, actually. He’s been behaving quite mysterious recently. I was worried at first that he was stalking Yuki again, but Yuki’s here today, and Akito’s taking a walk, so…”
“So, this would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?”
“Well, yes, it’s his time.” Hatori said, back to being the serious Sohma.
“Oh, yeah, that.” It was obvious that this was a subject that Shigure would prefer to avoid. “Anyway, how’s Yuki?”
“He’s still sleeping.” Hatori answered, and then a touch mischievously, “with Haru.”
“What!!” Shigure gurgled, “You lie!”
“Do I?” Hatori teased, his one visible eye twinkling cheerfully.
“Show me, now!”
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And that, is Chapter 6. It was the second time during my story that the characters just started to go their own way. It’s a pretty cool feeling when it’s happening, you just write what feels right. I just hope that everyone likes it. I also hope that this is still PG-13. I get a little confused about what I can get away with. Let me know if anyone thinks I need to start raising my rating. I would hate to corrupt anyone.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART SIX - THE VIGIL
TOHRU *
Tohru hammered the final peg into the corner of her brand new pup tent. Standing back, she admired her work.
“Well, I think I am actually getting good at this.” Laying her small hammer aside, Tohru brushed her hands off on her skirt, and retrieved the bags containing her belongings from the nearby picnic bench.
“I hope that Shigure doesn’t find out that I lied to him, but what am I supposed to do?” Pushing the tent flap aside Tohru crawled inside. “At least, this time, I don’t think I am on the Sohma’s property. I ought to be far enough away that I shouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone I know.”
Inside the tent Tohru laid out her blankets and her pillow, and she placed her mother’s photograph nearby. ‘I need to wash my face, and brush my teeth.’ She thought to herself, ‘but I am just so tired. I guess missing it for just one night won’t kill me.’ Liking this thought, Tohru decided to run with it. ‘And just this once I guess I can just sleep in my clothes.’ Forcing one last, fabricated , smile, the dirty faced little rebel crawled under her covers and fell asleep within moments.
WHITE HARU *
Haru couldn’t sleep. Perhaps it was the chair, tiny and uncomfortable. Although, Momiji had thought to bring him a pillow and a blanket, he was still fully dressed. Haru wished that he had thought to request a yukata. When he was alone, he generally slept in the buff. The truth was he, altogether, hated clothing, he found them too restricting. If Haru was the boss of the world, everyone would just be naked all of the time. Since he wasn’t he settled for soft, silky, materials which felt good against his skin, and complimented his unique hair coloring.
Yuki had slept fitfully throughout most the night. Haru knew that whatever had happened between Tohru and Yuki must have been terrible, for Yuki had carried it with him into his dreams. Several times, Yuki had whispered Miss Honda’s name, this was generally followed by moments of Yuki thrashing about. It was as if Yuki was trying to escape from some unknown horror. Each time Haru witnessed this his heart would burst open in compassion. Haru hated the idea of anything causing Yuki pain, but he also felt pride in the fact that each time Yuki would cry out, Haru had the power to bring him peace. It only took a gentle touch from Haru’s hand, and Yuki would calm. For about an hour now, the silver haired boy has rested quietly. Seated in a chair by his bedside, Haru stood vigil, he was exhausted, but too anxious from the days activities to rest.
Glancing towards the office window, Haru noticed that the sky was starting to lighten. It would be morning soon. Haru stripped off his shirt and belt, dropping them to the floor. Feeling much more comfortable Haru wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and was about to settle back into the chair when, with a loud scream, Yuki suddenly jumped up out of bed and bounded for the door.
“Mother!” Yuki cried out, “Mother, please don’t leave me here.” Yuki smacked into Hatori’s desk and fell to the floor, suddenly awake.
In a flash Haru was at his side.
“Yuki, are you okay?”
“Haru?” Yuki stared up at him, disoriented and afraid. “My mother, she left me.”
“Yes, Yuki, I know. That was a long time ago, you’re okay now.”
Gathering the slender boy up into his arms Haru carried him back to the bed. Yuki buried his face against Haru’s neck, and Haru felt Yuki’s warm tears slide down his bare chest. Sitting down on the bed, still cradling Yuki in his arms, Haru searched for the words that could comfort him, but he came up empty.
“Miss Honda,” Yuki whispered, “she chose Kyo.” and started to pull away.
“Tohru’s a idiot.” Haru stated, gripping Yuki tightly. “I would have chosen you.”
“You would have chosen me?” Yuki wondered, and didn’t pull away as Haru placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“You do know that I love you, right Yuki?”
“I’m not gay, Haru.” Yuki asserted, unemotionally, “I don’t want you to love me.”
Haru felt his heart crack open. He knew how it was with Yuki. Haru knew that he would never get his chance, but he didn’t like hearing it said out loud.
Yuki pushed away firmly, crawling under his covers. Standing, Haru walked across the room towards the door.
“Haru.” Yuki called, and Haru stopped.
“Are you leaving?” Yuki’s voice was so gentle, it was one of the things that had endeared Haru to him in the first place.
“Yeah, you need your rest.”
“Don’t”
“What?” Haru took a few steps back toward the bed. Unsure what Yuki wanted from him.
“Don’t go, please, stay with me. Just for a while. I don’t want to be alone.” Yuki’s voice was strained from tears that he was fighting to keep in check. Part of Haru still wanted to leave, Yuki’s words had hurt his pride, but most of him wanted to stay.
“Okay, sure.” Heading back toward the chair, Haru was again surprised when Yuki sat up, pulled back the covers and patted the bed beside him.
“Haru, you can sleep here. If you want.”
“Yuki,” Haru searched Yuki’s eyes, “are you sure?”
“Yes, but Haru, I meant it, I’m not gay.”
“I know, Yuki,” Haru crawled into the bed next to Yuki, and smiled as Yuki moved into his arms. “I’m not gay either.”
Yuki slept peacefully for the remainder of the night.
YUKI *
Waking with a start, Yuki wasn’t sure where he was at first. As reality seeped it’s way back into his mind, Yuki felt a sharp stab of pain from deep within his gut. Beside him, Haru was sleeping soundly.
Yuki was aware that the boy had sat up all night watching over him. He also recalled their conversation. Haru had told him that he loved him. Yuki wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. It was something he would need to deal with eventually. He couldn’t hurt Haru, that wouldn’t be fair.
‘But I’m straight.’ Yuki told himself. ‘I should probably get out of bed, and go home, right now, before Haru wakes up.’
Yuki didn’t move. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to leave the warmth of Haru’s body. He knew it was selfish to stay, but he simply wasn’t ready to face the world again. How was he possibly going to survive without Miss Honda? Thinking of the girl brought a fresh burst of pain to his stomach. Sighing deeply, Yuki placed his head on Haru’s chest, and was amazed by the ease it afforded him. Haru’s skin was so soft, and warm, and his breath was very sweet. Inhaling deeply, Yuki tasted Haru’s breath, and discovered that he liked the taste. Closing his eyes, Yuki timed his breathing to Haru’s, and drifted back to sleep.
SHIGURE *
Entering the gates of the main house Shigure was surprised to catch Akito on his way out.
“Good afternoon Akito.”
“Shigure,” Akito replied, and Shigure was relieved that Akito appeared to be in good spirits. “I take it you came for Yuki.”
“Well, I came to check on him anyway.” Shigure said wearily. “I think Hatori wants to keep a eye on him for a couple of days.”
“How’s Tohru Honda doing?” Akito asked, nonchalantly, “she seemed quite upset when she left yesterday.”
“Tohru? Well, actually Akito, Tohru moved out.” Shigure told him, and waited for Akito to start gloating about how Tohru’s moving out was for the best.
“What?” Akito blurted out, “She moved?”
“Well, yes, it seems that this whole mess with Kyo and Yuki was just too much for her to handle.”
“She moved where?” Akito demanded, causing Shigure to step back awkwardly.
“She didn’t really say, but she is probably staying with one of her girlfriends.”
“I see, well, goodbye then.” and with that Akito rushed out through the gates, leaving a befuddled Shigure behind.
HATORI *
“Since when is Akito so concerned about Tohru?” Shigure asked the doctor.
“What? Is he?” Hatori asked, doubtfully.
“Seemed like it. I saw him on his way out. Since when does Akito leave the main house?”
“He took another walk?” Hatori inquired, a rarely seen grin surfacing on his face.
“Yeah, and he was rather dressed up, why? What’s up?”
“Well, he hasn’t exactly said anything to me about it, thinks he’s pulling a great escape or something, but I think Akito has found somebody.”
“Excuse me?” Shigure asked, “I don’t think I heard you right.”
“I think Akito is in love.”
“Our Akito?” Shigure said, trying to decide if Hatori was messing with him. “Akito Sohma? Skinny guy, about this tall? In love?”
“Yes, actually. He’s been behaving quite mysterious recently. I was worried at first that he was stalking Yuki again, but Yuki’s here today, and Akito’s taking a walk, so…”
“So, this would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?”
“Well, yes, it’s his time.” Hatori said, back to being the serious Sohma.
“Oh, yeah, that.” It was obvious that this was a subject that Shigure would prefer to avoid. “Anyway, how’s Yuki?”
“He’s still sleeping.” Hatori answered, and then a touch mischievously, “with Haru.”
“What!!” Shigure gurgled, “You lie!”
“Do I?” Hatori teased, his one visible eye twinkling cheerfully.
“Show me, now!”
**************************
And that, is Chapter 6. It was the second time during my story that the characters just started to go their own way. It’s a pretty cool feeling when it’s happening, you just write what feels right. I just hope that everyone likes it. I also hope that this is still PG-13. I get a little confused about what I can get away with. Let me know if anyone thinks I need to start raising my rating. I would hate to corrupt anyone.