Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ AN IMMINENT STORM ( Chapter 7 )
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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: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 931 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.26.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 931 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, but I don‘t suppose anyone would miss Black Haru if I, like, borrowed him for a few days. I need someone to get my evil boss off of my back.
A quick note to everyone who has made it this far. First, of all, thank you. Second, thanks again.
I really love Fruits Basket. I was, however, really disappointed that when the anime ended the story had left me with a million unanswered questions. That is why I started this fan fiction. I really only intended to address the Yuki, Kyo, Tohru thing, but as I wrote I found myself wondering about some of the other characters. Mostly, I wanted to know more about Akito, who I felt sorry for. I, also, wondered about Haru and Yuki, to be more exact, I wondered about the way Haru looked at Yuki. These things haunted me long after the anime had ended, and this story is what has come of my thoughts… I hope you continue to enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this for you. Okay, enough babbling … on with the story.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART SEVEN - AN IMMINENT STORM
YOUNG YUKI *
When Yuki was nine, he got his first kiss.
Haru’s parents had went away on vacation, and Haru was spending the summer at the main house. During dinner, one rather hot evening - Black Haru was making an appearance that night - the two boys had gotten rather rambunctious. Voices were raised, rice balls were thrown, and Akito, who had been nursing a rather nasty migraine, had asked them to, please, quiet down.
“Ignore him,” Yuki had told Haru, under his breath. “He thinks he’s so cool, just because he is the head of the family. He makes me sick.”
“Yeah,” Black Haru had agreed, much louder then intended. “He isn’t even that much older than us, and he’s like an old man already. Who the hell does he think he is anyway?”
“Excuse me?” Akito’s voice was like ice, it’s chill turning Haru white, “What did you say, Hatsuharu? I don’t think that I heard you right.”
White Haru sat, mouth agape, in amazement. No one had even been able to frighten Black Haru off. Akito was some, seriously, scary shit when he got angry.
“I’m sorry, Akito, we meant no disrespect.” Haru choked out, finally. In the seat next to him Yuki was silently shaking. He was several inches away, but Haru could, still, feel his fear.
“Come with me, Yuki.” Akito purred, reminding Haru of the wolf from the little red riding hood story. Standing, Yuki took several steps backward, but escape was not an option.
In a flash Akito had his hand wrapped around Yuki’s wrist, and was dragging him out of the room.
“Wait, Akito.” Haru protested, leaping up from the table, and ignoring the warning that Hatori threw in his direction, “Yuki didn’t do anything. Take me.”
“Do you think that I am stupid?” Akito spat, “Do you think I don’t know how Yuki plots against me?”
“I don’t.” Yuki insisted, his voice trembling with terror. “Don’t make me go to the room Akito. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Too late.” With that, Akito yanked Yuki down the hall.
YOUNG HARU *
Yuki spent five days in Akito’s special room. It was the longest sentence he had ever been given.
Haru repented by serving the time with him. He kept to his own room, refusing to eat, and unable to sleep. Each day, Hatori would visit him. He requested that Haru come out of his room, or at the very least take some food. Each day, Haru would refuse. The child was adamant, he would not leave the room, nor would he eat, as long as Yuki remained a prisoner.
Finally, on the sixth day, there came a soft knock on Haru’s bedroom door. Figuring it was Hatori, Haru buried his head beneath his pillow, decided to ignore him completely. A moment later, a gentle hand pulled the pillow away. Haru was confronted by a pair of, red rimmed, violet eyes.
“I heard you haven’t been eating.” Yuki said softly. He held a small basket in his right hand. “It’s a beautiful day today. I thought, maybe, we could have a picnic. I‘ve really missed the sunshine.”
Overwhelmed with happiness and relief, Haru threw his arms around Yuki and he kissed him. It was a innocent kiss, on the lips and passionate, but a child’s kiss. If Yuki was shocked by the action, he kept it locked within. Neither boy ever spoke of it.
They spent the remainder of Haru’s visit, always, together. Yuki slept in Haru’s bed with him, refusing to leave his side. Too soon, Haru’s parents returned. Summer was over, and it was time to leave Yuki behind. Haru went back home, Yuki stayed, and Haru never slept at the main house again. Until last night.
WHITE HARU *
Laying quietly, one arm wrapped possessively around Yuki’s tiny waist, Haru was deeply engrossed in the act of watching the silver haired boy sleep. His heart felt heavy, a strange combination of complete bliss mixed with extreme anguish. Haru’s love for Yuki was eternal. It had begun in Haru’s childhood; and Haru had, at first, attempted to rationalize it by calling it a crush. He had told Tohru Honda that Yuki was his first love, and that was completely true. What he hadn’t bothered to tell to Tohru, or any one else for that matter, was that Yuki was his only love. The forever one. It was pure. It was unconditional. It was the love that he planned to carry with him to his grave, unrequited or no. In Haru’s heart it had always been just Yuki.
At the same time, Haru wasn’t blind. He did not choose to live his life in disillusionment. Haru knew that his love was not mutual. That Yuki, in fact, was in love with someone else. Haru had been willing to except this reality. Had told himself that as long as Tohru made Yuki happy, that he would be happy. After all, wasn’t that was the ultimate proof of his love?
Everything had changed. This morning Haru woke up feeling totally vulnerable. Haru wanted him. Madly, passionately, completely. He needed him. The simple possibility that Yuki could have died yesterday, had cemented everything. It was all crystal clear. They were meant to be together. He just didn’t know how to go about making Yuki understand this.
“Haru?” Yuki’s voice, broke into Haru’s thoughts, dragging him to the moment. Looking into Yuki’s big violet eyes, Haru could almost feel the waves of confusion, coupled with awkwardness, that spilled out from them.
“Yuki.“ Haru answered, and waited to see what Yuki’s next move would be.
“Good morning.” Came Yuki’s soft reply. “Thank you for staying with me last night.”
Haru answered this with a soft smile, and was pleased when Yuki smiled back. This is it. Haru thought to himself. This moment, that smile. I have to show him.
Unfortunately, Haru’s moment was broken. Stolen away from him by the sound of laughter coming from the foot of the bed. Looking up, Haru was annoyed to see Shigure and Hatori staring down at them. Shigure was laughing hysterically, and Hatori was obviously laughing inside.
In a flash, Yuki had jumped out of his arms, knocking Haru out of the bed, and turning him black, in the process.
BLACK HARU *
“Don’t you assholes believe in knocking?’ Black Haru growled at Hatori and Shigure.
“So sorry,” Shigure continued to giggle. “It’s just when Hatori told me, I just had to see for myself.”
“See what?” Yuki countered defensively. “We weren’t doing anything. Haru was tired, so I let him share the bed.”
‘So that’s how it is.” Haru thought angrily as he picked himself up off of the floor. ‘Just as I expected, he can’t handle this.’
“No, of course not.” Hatori cut in, obviously embarrassed for Yuki and Haru.
“Well, we didn’t really think anything had went on.” Shigure agreed. “We know how much you care for, our beautiful flower, Tohru. But still, seeing you two guys in that position was just too much.”
“It was actually sort of cute.” Hatori added, but not helping things, “like when you guys were kids.”
“Except that Haru looked like he was going to eat you alive.” Shigure finished sarcastically.
“It wasn’t like that,” Yuki said, “Haru was just…”
“Trying to take advantage of you.” Haru spit out bitterly, “But you guys got here in the lick of time, and viola, saved the fucking day.”
“BLACK HARU!” Shigure, Hatori, and Yuki, all reacted at once.
“Whatever!” Haru said, and headed for the door. “And by the way, Yuki, just so we are clear. I meant what I said to you last night. So when you’re finished chasing after that silly twit, and ready to lose your virginity, come find me.”
With that, Black Haru had left the building.
YUKI *
“So let me get this straight.” Yuki stared up at Shigure, “So nothing happened with Kyo and Tohru?”
“Well, nothing more then what happened between you and Haru.” Shigure teased, and immediately regretted doing so when Yuki threw him a look to kill.
“Sorry, sorry.” Shigure continued, “Yes, it was all just a misunderstanding.”
Yuki pushed away the blanket and got up from the bed.
“Hatori, where are my clothes?”
“Hold on Yuki, where do you think you’re going?” Hatori protested.
“I have to go home and talk to her.” Yuki insisted, but sat back down on the bed when hit by a wave of dizziness.
“You are not going anyway for a few days” Pushing Shigure aside, Hatori helped Yuki to lay back down. “You’re warm, I need to check your temperature.”
“I just want to go home,” Yuki pleaded, but allowed Hatori to place a thermometer in his mouth.
“Well, Yuki.” Shigure said nervously, “Um, well, Tohru kind of… well, Tohru moved out.”
“What do mean, she moved out?” Yuki demanded, sitting up and spitting the thermometer out.
“Well, yes, sort of...” Shigure confirmed, a look of sadness playing across his eyes. “I tried to stop her.”
“Why would she do that?” Yuki’s voice was low, tinged with frustration and a renewing pain.
“Well, uh, actually,” Shigure muttered, “she said you told her to.”
“I told he to move out?”
“You did.” Hatori confirmed, “Haru told us, you said you never wanted to see her face again.”
“Was I medicated?” Yuki asked, flashing an accusing look at Hatori. Who was busy trying to get his patient back into bed.
“So, why didn’t Kyo stop her?”
“Well, Yuki, Kyo’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yeah, he left. I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.”
“It figures.” Yuki grumbled, “Just like that stupid cat to cause problems and just disappear.”
KYO *
The weather was changing. At the moment, the sky was still blue, but the clouds were swiftly moving in. To Kyo, who sat sulking on the roof of his father’s dojo, it felt like a million gray butterflies were blanketing the sun. It would be raining soon. Kyo hated the rain. To make matters worse, Kyo was a cat. Okay that was nothing new. Kyo had been born as the doubly cursed, ostracized, zodiac animal the cat. Transforming into a bright orange feline, on the rare instance that a female might accidentally come within hugging distance, was usually the least of Kyo’s worries. Sure, it had started happening more frequently since meeting Tohru and her friends; but the bottom line was, when you are a teenaged boy capable of transforming into either a cute, little, house cat or an ugly, giant, mega beast, the cat thing doesn’t normally rank very high on the whole big whoop list.
This time, however, it was different. This time Kyo had transformed for no apparent reason. It had happened, just seconds, after Kyo had made the decision to move out of Sohma house. That was over twenty four hours ago. Kyo had spent last night wandering the mountains near his father’s dojo; ignoring the numerous stray cats that, picking up on his sadness, attempted to befriend him. Finally, Kyo had curled up on the rooftop of the dojo, without even bothering to let his father know he had arrived. The problem was that Kyo wasn’t changing back, and this was a bad sign. In Kyo’s entire life, he had never remained the cat, or the beast for that matter, for longer then a few hours. In fact, Kyo could not recall ever hearing stories of any Sohma ever remaining in their animal form for a long period of time, unless they were gravely ill. ‘Maybe I’m dying.’ Kyo thought and snorted at such a ridiculous idea, ‘Dying of what? A broken heart? Not bloody likely. If Tohru prefers that damn Yuki, then that stupid rat can just have her. Good riddance.’
With that, Kyo, decided it was time to go talk to his old man. Moving to the edge of the dojo, Kyo jumped down from the roof, and entered his fathers house through the cat sized hole in the shoji that his father had fashioned back when Kyo was just a kitten.
AKITO *
Akito Sohma was experiencing a rare moment of complete contentment. The tiny lemon cookies that he had purchased tasted like heaven. Although he had drank this same type of jasmine tea from this same tea garden on numerous occasions, tonight it was unbelievably good. The night air was cool, and smelt of the rain which would start falling shortly. Akito didn’t mind if it rained, he had brought two umbrellas. Akito was ready to make his move. It was the perfect time for it. Yuki was, ultimately, out of the picture. Tohru had moved out. The girl was basically homeless. Everything was as it should be. Across the street, on the third floor of the Sohma building, Akito’s future bride was hard at work, in a few hours she would get off, and Akito would be waiting to bring her home.
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I can’t believe this story has actually went on this long, and I still am no closer to my ending. But at least now I know where my story is heading, which is a good thing.
A quick note to everyone who has made it this far. First, of all, thank you. Second, thanks again.
I really love Fruits Basket. I was, however, really disappointed that when the anime ended the story had left me with a million unanswered questions. That is why I started this fan fiction. I really only intended to address the Yuki, Kyo, Tohru thing, but as I wrote I found myself wondering about some of the other characters. Mostly, I wanted to know more about Akito, who I felt sorry for. I, also, wondered about Haru and Yuki, to be more exact, I wondered about the way Haru looked at Yuki. These things haunted me long after the anime had ended, and this story is what has come of my thoughts… I hope you continue to enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this for you. Okay, enough babbling … on with the story.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART SEVEN - AN IMMINENT STORM
YOUNG YUKI *
When Yuki was nine, he got his first kiss.
Haru’s parents had went away on vacation, and Haru was spending the summer at the main house. During dinner, one rather hot evening - Black Haru was making an appearance that night - the two boys had gotten rather rambunctious. Voices were raised, rice balls were thrown, and Akito, who had been nursing a rather nasty migraine, had asked them to, please, quiet down.
“Ignore him,” Yuki had told Haru, under his breath. “He thinks he’s so cool, just because he is the head of the family. He makes me sick.”
“Yeah,” Black Haru had agreed, much louder then intended. “He isn’t even that much older than us, and he’s like an old man already. Who the hell does he think he is anyway?”
“Excuse me?” Akito’s voice was like ice, it’s chill turning Haru white, “What did you say, Hatsuharu? I don’t think that I heard you right.”
White Haru sat, mouth agape, in amazement. No one had even been able to frighten Black Haru off. Akito was some, seriously, scary shit when he got angry.
“I’m sorry, Akito, we meant no disrespect.” Haru choked out, finally. In the seat next to him Yuki was silently shaking. He was several inches away, but Haru could, still, feel his fear.
“Come with me, Yuki.” Akito purred, reminding Haru of the wolf from the little red riding hood story. Standing, Yuki took several steps backward, but escape was not an option.
In a flash Akito had his hand wrapped around Yuki’s wrist, and was dragging him out of the room.
“Wait, Akito.” Haru protested, leaping up from the table, and ignoring the warning that Hatori threw in his direction, “Yuki didn’t do anything. Take me.”
“Do you think that I am stupid?” Akito spat, “Do you think I don’t know how Yuki plots against me?”
“I don’t.” Yuki insisted, his voice trembling with terror. “Don’t make me go to the room Akito. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Too late.” With that, Akito yanked Yuki down the hall.
YOUNG HARU *
Yuki spent five days in Akito’s special room. It was the longest sentence he had ever been given.
Haru repented by serving the time with him. He kept to his own room, refusing to eat, and unable to sleep. Each day, Hatori would visit him. He requested that Haru come out of his room, or at the very least take some food. Each day, Haru would refuse. The child was adamant, he would not leave the room, nor would he eat, as long as Yuki remained a prisoner.
Finally, on the sixth day, there came a soft knock on Haru’s bedroom door. Figuring it was Hatori, Haru buried his head beneath his pillow, decided to ignore him completely. A moment later, a gentle hand pulled the pillow away. Haru was confronted by a pair of, red rimmed, violet eyes.
“I heard you haven’t been eating.” Yuki said softly. He held a small basket in his right hand. “It’s a beautiful day today. I thought, maybe, we could have a picnic. I‘ve really missed the sunshine.”
Overwhelmed with happiness and relief, Haru threw his arms around Yuki and he kissed him. It was a innocent kiss, on the lips and passionate, but a child’s kiss. If Yuki was shocked by the action, he kept it locked within. Neither boy ever spoke of it.
They spent the remainder of Haru’s visit, always, together. Yuki slept in Haru’s bed with him, refusing to leave his side. Too soon, Haru’s parents returned. Summer was over, and it was time to leave Yuki behind. Haru went back home, Yuki stayed, and Haru never slept at the main house again. Until last night.
WHITE HARU *
Laying quietly, one arm wrapped possessively around Yuki’s tiny waist, Haru was deeply engrossed in the act of watching the silver haired boy sleep. His heart felt heavy, a strange combination of complete bliss mixed with extreme anguish. Haru’s love for Yuki was eternal. It had begun in Haru’s childhood; and Haru had, at first, attempted to rationalize it by calling it a crush. He had told Tohru Honda that Yuki was his first love, and that was completely true. What he hadn’t bothered to tell to Tohru, or any one else for that matter, was that Yuki was his only love. The forever one. It was pure. It was unconditional. It was the love that he planned to carry with him to his grave, unrequited or no. In Haru’s heart it had always been just Yuki.
At the same time, Haru wasn’t blind. He did not choose to live his life in disillusionment. Haru knew that his love was not mutual. That Yuki, in fact, was in love with someone else. Haru had been willing to except this reality. Had told himself that as long as Tohru made Yuki happy, that he would be happy. After all, wasn’t that was the ultimate proof of his love?
Everything had changed. This morning Haru woke up feeling totally vulnerable. Haru wanted him. Madly, passionately, completely. He needed him. The simple possibility that Yuki could have died yesterday, had cemented everything. It was all crystal clear. They were meant to be together. He just didn’t know how to go about making Yuki understand this.
“Haru?” Yuki’s voice, broke into Haru’s thoughts, dragging him to the moment. Looking into Yuki’s big violet eyes, Haru could almost feel the waves of confusion, coupled with awkwardness, that spilled out from them.
“Yuki.“ Haru answered, and waited to see what Yuki’s next move would be.
“Good morning.” Came Yuki’s soft reply. “Thank you for staying with me last night.”
Haru answered this with a soft smile, and was pleased when Yuki smiled back. This is it. Haru thought to himself. This moment, that smile. I have to show him.
Unfortunately, Haru’s moment was broken. Stolen away from him by the sound of laughter coming from the foot of the bed. Looking up, Haru was annoyed to see Shigure and Hatori staring down at them. Shigure was laughing hysterically, and Hatori was obviously laughing inside.
In a flash, Yuki had jumped out of his arms, knocking Haru out of the bed, and turning him black, in the process.
BLACK HARU *
“Don’t you assholes believe in knocking?’ Black Haru growled at Hatori and Shigure.
“So sorry,” Shigure continued to giggle. “It’s just when Hatori told me, I just had to see for myself.”
“See what?” Yuki countered defensively. “We weren’t doing anything. Haru was tired, so I let him share the bed.”
‘So that’s how it is.” Haru thought angrily as he picked himself up off of the floor. ‘Just as I expected, he can’t handle this.’
“No, of course not.” Hatori cut in, obviously embarrassed for Yuki and Haru.
“Well, we didn’t really think anything had went on.” Shigure agreed. “We know how much you care for, our beautiful flower, Tohru. But still, seeing you two guys in that position was just too much.”
“It was actually sort of cute.” Hatori added, but not helping things, “like when you guys were kids.”
“Except that Haru looked like he was going to eat you alive.” Shigure finished sarcastically.
“It wasn’t like that,” Yuki said, “Haru was just…”
“Trying to take advantage of you.” Haru spit out bitterly, “But you guys got here in the lick of time, and viola, saved the fucking day.”
“BLACK HARU!” Shigure, Hatori, and Yuki, all reacted at once.
“Whatever!” Haru said, and headed for the door. “And by the way, Yuki, just so we are clear. I meant what I said to you last night. So when you’re finished chasing after that silly twit, and ready to lose your virginity, come find me.”
With that, Black Haru had left the building.
YUKI *
“So let me get this straight.” Yuki stared up at Shigure, “So nothing happened with Kyo and Tohru?”
“Well, nothing more then what happened between you and Haru.” Shigure teased, and immediately regretted doing so when Yuki threw him a look to kill.
“Sorry, sorry.” Shigure continued, “Yes, it was all just a misunderstanding.”
Yuki pushed away the blanket and got up from the bed.
“Hatori, where are my clothes?”
“Hold on Yuki, where do you think you’re going?” Hatori protested.
“I have to go home and talk to her.” Yuki insisted, but sat back down on the bed when hit by a wave of dizziness.
“You are not going anyway for a few days” Pushing Shigure aside, Hatori helped Yuki to lay back down. “You’re warm, I need to check your temperature.”
“I just want to go home,” Yuki pleaded, but allowed Hatori to place a thermometer in his mouth.
“Well, Yuki.” Shigure said nervously, “Um, well, Tohru kind of… well, Tohru moved out.”
“What do mean, she moved out?” Yuki demanded, sitting up and spitting the thermometer out.
“Well, yes, sort of...” Shigure confirmed, a look of sadness playing across his eyes. “I tried to stop her.”
“Why would she do that?” Yuki’s voice was low, tinged with frustration and a renewing pain.
“Well, uh, actually,” Shigure muttered, “she said you told her to.”
“I told he to move out?”
“You did.” Hatori confirmed, “Haru told us, you said you never wanted to see her face again.”
“Was I medicated?” Yuki asked, flashing an accusing look at Hatori. Who was busy trying to get his patient back into bed.
“So, why didn’t Kyo stop her?”
“Well, Yuki, Kyo’s gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yeah, he left. I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.”
“It figures.” Yuki grumbled, “Just like that stupid cat to cause problems and just disappear.”
KYO *
The weather was changing. At the moment, the sky was still blue, but the clouds were swiftly moving in. To Kyo, who sat sulking on the roof of his father’s dojo, it felt like a million gray butterflies were blanketing the sun. It would be raining soon. Kyo hated the rain. To make matters worse, Kyo was a cat. Okay that was nothing new. Kyo had been born as the doubly cursed, ostracized, zodiac animal the cat. Transforming into a bright orange feline, on the rare instance that a female might accidentally come within hugging distance, was usually the least of Kyo’s worries. Sure, it had started happening more frequently since meeting Tohru and her friends; but the bottom line was, when you are a teenaged boy capable of transforming into either a cute, little, house cat or an ugly, giant, mega beast, the cat thing doesn’t normally rank very high on the whole big whoop list.
This time, however, it was different. This time Kyo had transformed for no apparent reason. It had happened, just seconds, after Kyo had made the decision to move out of Sohma house. That was over twenty four hours ago. Kyo had spent last night wandering the mountains near his father’s dojo; ignoring the numerous stray cats that, picking up on his sadness, attempted to befriend him. Finally, Kyo had curled up on the rooftop of the dojo, without even bothering to let his father know he had arrived. The problem was that Kyo wasn’t changing back, and this was a bad sign. In Kyo’s entire life, he had never remained the cat, or the beast for that matter, for longer then a few hours. In fact, Kyo could not recall ever hearing stories of any Sohma ever remaining in their animal form for a long period of time, unless they were gravely ill. ‘Maybe I’m dying.’ Kyo thought and snorted at such a ridiculous idea, ‘Dying of what? A broken heart? Not bloody likely. If Tohru prefers that damn Yuki, then that stupid rat can just have her. Good riddance.’
With that, Kyo, decided it was time to go talk to his old man. Moving to the edge of the dojo, Kyo jumped down from the roof, and entered his fathers house through the cat sized hole in the shoji that his father had fashioned back when Kyo was just a kitten.
AKITO *
Akito Sohma was experiencing a rare moment of complete contentment. The tiny lemon cookies that he had purchased tasted like heaven. Although he had drank this same type of jasmine tea from this same tea garden on numerous occasions, tonight it was unbelievably good. The night air was cool, and smelt of the rain which would start falling shortly. Akito didn’t mind if it rained, he had brought two umbrellas. Akito was ready to make his move. It was the perfect time for it. Yuki was, ultimately, out of the picture. Tohru had moved out. The girl was basically homeless. Everything was as it should be. Across the street, on the third floor of the Sohma building, Akito’s future bride was hard at work, in a few hours she would get off, and Akito would be waiting to bring her home.
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I can’t believe this story has actually went on this long, and I still am no closer to my ending. But at least now I know where my story is heading, which is a good thing.