Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ A New Home ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Yuki_The_Rat 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 894 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 894 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, Damn it!
Hello: I actually got a review on this site, wow, thanks. I have been posting this story regularly on Fan Fiction.com, and once in a while popping over to update here. I was worried that no one was reading me on Media Miner... and was going to stop posting, and stick to Fan Fiction.com, but for you my one little reviewer, I will keep posting here too.
Just so you know, I am also a big Yuki fan, really I love him... ie: my pen name... and I don't mean to torture him, I just write what comes to my head, but I will try to be nicer.
Okay, that said, I give you chapter eight.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART EIGHT - A NEW HOME
TOHRU *
The night was pouring rivers as Tohru Honda stepped out of the Sohma building.
“It’s raining?” She noticed, sounding as exhausted as she felt. Work had lasted forever, and afterwards she had waited for the rest of the cleaning people to clear out so that she could make use of the ladies room to clean herself up in. As her little tent had no bathroom facilities, she figured she would have to make due. “It’s okay,” she told herself. “It’s not like I haven’t been here before.“
For some reason, however, this time everything seemed quite a bit more difficult. It was no longer just a matter of being without a warm bed, or a hot shower. She could handle that, no problem. Tohru Honda was a glass half full kind of girl. But what happens when the glass breaks? Tohru had just lost not one, but two, of her dearest friends. She wasn’t just heartbroken, she was devastated. She felt lonely in a way that she had never dreamed could be possible, and she didn’t know what she could do to make the hurt go away. To make matters worse, both Hana and Uotani were away for the Summer break.. This left Tohru feeling quite abandoned, with no one to turn to, no one to talk with; for the first time in her life, no reason to smile.
“Nice night, isn’t it, Tohru Honda?” The voice came out from nowhere, making Tohru jump. ‘oh shit,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m still hearing Akito’s voice, and this time it sounds a bit too real.’
A moment later, just as Tohru Honda ventured into the storm. Akito Sohma jumped out in front of her, placed a, bright yellow, umbrella over her head, to protect her from the rain, and stood in front of her smiling sweetly. Tohru nearly peed her pants out of shock.
“Oh, Akito.” Tohru stammered, and was relieved when Akito placed the umbrella handle into her hand, and stepped away to pop open a separate umbrella. ‘Why is Akito here?’ she wondered silently, ‘Maybe he came to erase my memory. After all if I am not living in Sohma house anymore, how can they trust me to keep their secret?’
“Thank you, Akito,” Tohru mumble, her nervousness betrayed by her voice, “Why are you here? I mean, I’m surprised to see you out here, in the rain and all.”
“I love summer storms.” Akito grinned, and his eyes sparkled playfully. “I was taking a walk, and realized you might be without an umbrella. I thought you might like one.”
“You knew I was working tonight?” Tohru asked, torn between the weirdness of the moment, and the warmth in Akito’s eyes. ‘Wow, he looks so cute when he smiles like that.’
“I know a lot of things, Tohru Honda.” Akito said, and once again surprised Tohru by gently taking one of her hands in his and giving it a light squeeze.
“Akito?” Tohru whispered fearfully, not daring to pull her hand away from his grasp.
“For one, I know you moved out of Sohma house.” Akito told her, his eyebrows arching happily, as if her being without a home was simply the luckiest thing in the entire world. “I also know that Yuki hurt you.”
“Huh.” Tohru stepped back, jerking her hand away, “He didn’t.” She protested, “Yuki didn’t do anything. Yuki would never lay a finger on me.”
“That’s not what I meant, Tohru Honda.” Akito clarified, pointing a finger toward her heart. “He hurt you here. I heard about what he said to you. I know why you left.”
“No, Akito, you have it all wrong.” Tohru explained, “I didn’t leave Sohma house, because Yuki hurt me. I left Sohma house, because I hurt Yuki.” and since she was Tohru Honda, the tears had started flowing, “I was so stupid, actually, I hurt Yuki and I hurt Kyo too. I did everything wrong, I ruined everything. It was all my fault. I was so, so, stupid.”
“Shhh…” Akito placed one finger to her lips. “Don’t call yourself stupid. Tohru Honda is not stupid.”
“But I am, Akito,” Tohru wept, her emotions overwhelming her, “All this time, I knew how Yuki and Kyo felt, I encouraged it. I guess, I really liked the attention. All this time, I was just asking for it. I am just a horrible, greedy, person. It‘s like you always said, I deserve this pain.”
“Now, now,” Akito whispered, “you’re being way to hard on yourself.” Leaning closer Akito placed a reassuring hand on Tohru’s shoulder.
“Akito, you don’t know how badly I messed everything up. Yuki, he hates me, and Kyo…”
“Tohru Honda, listen to me,” Akito took Tohru’s chin in one hand, and tilted her face upwards so that she was looking him in the eyes. “You mustn’t do this to yourself. You should know that none of what you’re saying is true. And whatever I may have said in the past, It meant nothing, I was being foolish.”
“Akito, I…” Tohru started, but was distracted by a sudden gust of angry wind. It hit them like a small tidal wave, soaking them through, and tearing the yellow umbrella from Tohru’s grasp.
“Oh no,” Tohru reacted, and made to chase after the wayward umbrella when Akito stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Akito, but your umbrella,” Tohru cried, pointing towards the yellow pinwheel as it twirled into the air and wrapped itself in a nearby tree.
“Leave it,” Akito commanded, holding the other umbrella over her head, and wrapping one arm around her shoulder.
“But.. Akito, It’s your umbrella.” Tohru stuttered, and started to cry harder.
“It doesn’t matter, Tohru Honda,” With a swing of his wrist, Akito sent the other umbrella flying, and quickly pulled Tohru into a tight hug, “It’s only a silly umbrella. I am not made of sugar, a little rain will not melt me. You worry way too much. Now, how about I buy you a cup of tea. This little place across the street, have you been there? They make some very outstanding cookies, I think you will be quite pleased with them.”
“Okay,” Tohru choked out, suddenly aware of three, extremely, important facts. One, that she was being hugged by a Sohma male; two, that he wasn’t transforming; and three, that it felt seriously good, “sure, Akito, some tea would be nice.”
Kazuma *
Kyo was finally asleep. Kazuma ran his fingers through his son’s soft orange fur, and felt the worry rising in his heart. Leaving Kyo’s bedroom, Kazuma headed to the Kitchen where he picked up the phone to dial the main house.
“Hatori,” Kazuma was relieved that it was the doctor who answered the phone, and not Akito. “It’s me Kazuma… Yes, I missed my physical, I know, but that’s not what I called about… Actually, it’s Kyo, I think something might be wrong with him. I was wondering if maybe you could come to the house tomorrow…”
MOMIJI *
Momiji sat, contentedly, at the foot of Yuki’s bed. He was reading the newest volume of the Manga, Gravitation. Nearby, Yuki lay, somberly, holding an unread magazine in his hand and staring up at the ceiling deep in thought.
“Yuki,” Momiji inquired, slightly hesitant, “can I ask you something?”
Yuki was silent for a second, considering, “Yes, you can ask me anything, just as long as it’s not about Miss Honda, Kyo, or Haru.”
“Ahh… no fair.” Momiji pouted, “but Yuki, why did you ask Tohru to move out? That was horrible of you.”
Yuki sucked in his breath deeply, he looked very sad. Momiji started to regret saying anything.
“I messed up.” Yuki admitted at last, “I reacted to something when I didn’t have all of the facts.”
Momiji sat for a moment, digesting this, trying to decide if his next question was appropriate to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him, “Yuki?”
“What?”
“You and Haru, is it true what I heard Shigure and Hatori talking about?”
“Maybe,” Yuki whispered, “what did you hear?”
“Is Haru in love with you?”
Once again, Yuki sat thinking.
“Yeah, I guess, that he thinks that he is.”
“But you love Tohru, don’t you, Yuki?”
This time Yuki decided not to answer.
“Hey, Momiji, I’m feeling kind of tired. Do you mind letting me get some sleep.”
“Oh, okay.” Momiji hopped to his feet and headed for the door. Before he exited he stopped, debated something for a moment, then went ahead and said it. “Yuki, if you do pick Haru, it’s okay. I mean if you guys decide to be gay, I’m cool with it.” With that Momiji tossed the volume of Gravitation across the room to land in Yuki’s lap. “Well, I’ll come by again tomorrow, to check on you.”
And Momiji left, leaving Yuki to stare dumbfounded at the book he left in his wake. Picking it up, Yuki started to read.
TOHRU *
“So this is where you are staying now?” Akito questioned, looking at the little tent which had collapsed from the rain, and was now covered in mud.
“Yeah, sort of,” Tohru answered, wishing she had not allowed Akito to walk her home, but he had refused to take no for an answer. “It was much bigger when I left.”
“You know what Tohru Honda?” Akito said, “This simply won’t do, not at all.”
“Well, it’s not so bad,” Tohru lied. It was, obviously, exactly that bad.
“Come on, you’re coming home with me, you can come back for your things when the rain stops.”
“No, I can’t, really Akito. There is no way… It wouldn‘t be right.”
“I am not taking no for an answer,” Akito said, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind him as he headed towards home.
“But, Yuki, he’s still there, isn’t he.” Tohru countered, following slowly behind Akito, her mind not quite made up.
“It’s a big house, he doesn’t even need to know you’re there.”
“What about the others… Hatori, Haru, Momiji. They must hate me for what I’ve done.”
At that Akito stopped. Standing in front of Tohru, he took both of her hands in his.
“The others don’t need to know either, if that’s what you want. Tohru Honda, listen, you need a decent place to sleep. This place, that little tent, you can’t live like that. You can stay at the main house till you find something better; and if it pleases you, it can be our secret, no one else ever needs to know.“ Staring up at him, Tohru felt mesmerized by the gentleness of his words, coupled with the warmth of his soft hands.
“Okay,” The girl decided at last. “but it’s only till I can find something better.”
“Of course,” Akito said, and lead the way out of the forest. “Until you find something better.” Tohru missed the smug look on his face, that seemed to say ‘As if!’
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Okay, another chapter down. I will try to have the next chapter up by next weekend. Let me know your thoughts. Until then… Buh bye!
Hello: I actually got a review on this site, wow, thanks. I have been posting this story regularly on Fan Fiction.com, and once in a while popping over to update here. I was worried that no one was reading me on Media Miner... and was going to stop posting, and stick to Fan Fiction.com, but for you my one little reviewer, I will keep posting here too.
Just so you know, I am also a big Yuki fan, really I love him... ie: my pen name... and I don't mean to torture him, I just write what comes to my head, but I will try to be nicer.
Okay, that said, I give you chapter eight.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART EIGHT - A NEW HOME
TOHRU *
The night was pouring rivers as Tohru Honda stepped out of the Sohma building.
“It’s raining?” She noticed, sounding as exhausted as she felt. Work had lasted forever, and afterwards she had waited for the rest of the cleaning people to clear out so that she could make use of the ladies room to clean herself up in. As her little tent had no bathroom facilities, she figured she would have to make due. “It’s okay,” she told herself. “It’s not like I haven’t been here before.“
For some reason, however, this time everything seemed quite a bit more difficult. It was no longer just a matter of being without a warm bed, or a hot shower. She could handle that, no problem. Tohru Honda was a glass half full kind of girl. But what happens when the glass breaks? Tohru had just lost not one, but two, of her dearest friends. She wasn’t just heartbroken, she was devastated. She felt lonely in a way that she had never dreamed could be possible, and she didn’t know what she could do to make the hurt go away. To make matters worse, both Hana and Uotani were away for the Summer break.. This left Tohru feeling quite abandoned, with no one to turn to, no one to talk with; for the first time in her life, no reason to smile.
“Nice night, isn’t it, Tohru Honda?” The voice came out from nowhere, making Tohru jump. ‘oh shit,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m still hearing Akito’s voice, and this time it sounds a bit too real.’
A moment later, just as Tohru Honda ventured into the storm. Akito Sohma jumped out in front of her, placed a, bright yellow, umbrella over her head, to protect her from the rain, and stood in front of her smiling sweetly. Tohru nearly peed her pants out of shock.
“Oh, Akito.” Tohru stammered, and was relieved when Akito placed the umbrella handle into her hand, and stepped away to pop open a separate umbrella. ‘Why is Akito here?’ she wondered silently, ‘Maybe he came to erase my memory. After all if I am not living in Sohma house anymore, how can they trust me to keep their secret?’
“Thank you, Akito,” Tohru mumble, her nervousness betrayed by her voice, “Why are you here? I mean, I’m surprised to see you out here, in the rain and all.”
“I love summer storms.” Akito grinned, and his eyes sparkled playfully. “I was taking a walk, and realized you might be without an umbrella. I thought you might like one.”
“You knew I was working tonight?” Tohru asked, torn between the weirdness of the moment, and the warmth in Akito’s eyes. ‘Wow, he looks so cute when he smiles like that.’
“I know a lot of things, Tohru Honda.” Akito said, and once again surprised Tohru by gently taking one of her hands in his and giving it a light squeeze.
“Akito?” Tohru whispered fearfully, not daring to pull her hand away from his grasp.
“For one, I know you moved out of Sohma house.” Akito told her, his eyebrows arching happily, as if her being without a home was simply the luckiest thing in the entire world. “I also know that Yuki hurt you.”
“Huh.” Tohru stepped back, jerking her hand away, “He didn’t.” She protested, “Yuki didn’t do anything. Yuki would never lay a finger on me.”
“That’s not what I meant, Tohru Honda.” Akito clarified, pointing a finger toward her heart. “He hurt you here. I heard about what he said to you. I know why you left.”
“No, Akito, you have it all wrong.” Tohru explained, “I didn’t leave Sohma house, because Yuki hurt me. I left Sohma house, because I hurt Yuki.” and since she was Tohru Honda, the tears had started flowing, “I was so stupid, actually, I hurt Yuki and I hurt Kyo too. I did everything wrong, I ruined everything. It was all my fault. I was so, so, stupid.”
“Shhh…” Akito placed one finger to her lips. “Don’t call yourself stupid. Tohru Honda is not stupid.”
“But I am, Akito,” Tohru wept, her emotions overwhelming her, “All this time, I knew how Yuki and Kyo felt, I encouraged it. I guess, I really liked the attention. All this time, I was just asking for it. I am just a horrible, greedy, person. It‘s like you always said, I deserve this pain.”
“Now, now,” Akito whispered, “you’re being way to hard on yourself.” Leaning closer Akito placed a reassuring hand on Tohru’s shoulder.
“Akito, you don’t know how badly I messed everything up. Yuki, he hates me, and Kyo…”
“Tohru Honda, listen to me,” Akito took Tohru’s chin in one hand, and tilted her face upwards so that she was looking him in the eyes. “You mustn’t do this to yourself. You should know that none of what you’re saying is true. And whatever I may have said in the past, It meant nothing, I was being foolish.”
“Akito, I…” Tohru started, but was distracted by a sudden gust of angry wind. It hit them like a small tidal wave, soaking them through, and tearing the yellow umbrella from Tohru’s grasp.
“Oh no,” Tohru reacted, and made to chase after the wayward umbrella when Akito stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Akito, but your umbrella,” Tohru cried, pointing towards the yellow pinwheel as it twirled into the air and wrapped itself in a nearby tree.
“Leave it,” Akito commanded, holding the other umbrella over her head, and wrapping one arm around her shoulder.
“But.. Akito, It’s your umbrella.” Tohru stuttered, and started to cry harder.
“It doesn’t matter, Tohru Honda,” With a swing of his wrist, Akito sent the other umbrella flying, and quickly pulled Tohru into a tight hug, “It’s only a silly umbrella. I am not made of sugar, a little rain will not melt me. You worry way too much. Now, how about I buy you a cup of tea. This little place across the street, have you been there? They make some very outstanding cookies, I think you will be quite pleased with them.”
“Okay,” Tohru choked out, suddenly aware of three, extremely, important facts. One, that she was being hugged by a Sohma male; two, that he wasn’t transforming; and three, that it felt seriously good, “sure, Akito, some tea would be nice.”
Kazuma *
Kyo was finally asleep. Kazuma ran his fingers through his son’s soft orange fur, and felt the worry rising in his heart. Leaving Kyo’s bedroom, Kazuma headed to the Kitchen where he picked up the phone to dial the main house.
“Hatori,” Kazuma was relieved that it was the doctor who answered the phone, and not Akito. “It’s me Kazuma… Yes, I missed my physical, I know, but that’s not what I called about… Actually, it’s Kyo, I think something might be wrong with him. I was wondering if maybe you could come to the house tomorrow…”
MOMIJI *
Momiji sat, contentedly, at the foot of Yuki’s bed. He was reading the newest volume of the Manga, Gravitation. Nearby, Yuki lay, somberly, holding an unread magazine in his hand and staring up at the ceiling deep in thought.
“Yuki,” Momiji inquired, slightly hesitant, “can I ask you something?”
Yuki was silent for a second, considering, “Yes, you can ask me anything, just as long as it’s not about Miss Honda, Kyo, or Haru.”
“Ahh… no fair.” Momiji pouted, “but Yuki, why did you ask Tohru to move out? That was horrible of you.”
Yuki sucked in his breath deeply, he looked very sad. Momiji started to regret saying anything.
“I messed up.” Yuki admitted at last, “I reacted to something when I didn’t have all of the facts.”
Momiji sat for a moment, digesting this, trying to decide if his next question was appropriate to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him, “Yuki?”
“What?”
“You and Haru, is it true what I heard Shigure and Hatori talking about?”
“Maybe,” Yuki whispered, “what did you hear?”
“Is Haru in love with you?”
Once again, Yuki sat thinking.
“Yeah, I guess, that he thinks that he is.”
“But you love Tohru, don’t you, Yuki?”
This time Yuki decided not to answer.
“Hey, Momiji, I’m feeling kind of tired. Do you mind letting me get some sleep.”
“Oh, okay.” Momiji hopped to his feet and headed for the door. Before he exited he stopped, debated something for a moment, then went ahead and said it. “Yuki, if you do pick Haru, it’s okay. I mean if you guys decide to be gay, I’m cool with it.” With that Momiji tossed the volume of Gravitation across the room to land in Yuki’s lap. “Well, I’ll come by again tomorrow, to check on you.”
And Momiji left, leaving Yuki to stare dumbfounded at the book he left in his wake. Picking it up, Yuki started to read.
TOHRU *
“So this is where you are staying now?” Akito questioned, looking at the little tent which had collapsed from the rain, and was now covered in mud.
“Yeah, sort of,” Tohru answered, wishing she had not allowed Akito to walk her home, but he had refused to take no for an answer. “It was much bigger when I left.”
“You know what Tohru Honda?” Akito said, “This simply won’t do, not at all.”
“Well, it’s not so bad,” Tohru lied. It was, obviously, exactly that bad.
“Come on, you’re coming home with me, you can come back for your things when the rain stops.”
“No, I can’t, really Akito. There is no way… It wouldn‘t be right.”
“I am not taking no for an answer,” Akito said, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind him as he headed towards home.
“But, Yuki, he’s still there, isn’t he.” Tohru countered, following slowly behind Akito, her mind not quite made up.
“It’s a big house, he doesn’t even need to know you’re there.”
“What about the others… Hatori, Haru, Momiji. They must hate me for what I’ve done.”
At that Akito stopped. Standing in front of Tohru, he took both of her hands in his.
“The others don’t need to know either, if that’s what you want. Tohru Honda, listen, you need a decent place to sleep. This place, that little tent, you can’t live like that. You can stay at the main house till you find something better; and if it pleases you, it can be our secret, no one else ever needs to know.“ Staring up at him, Tohru felt mesmerized by the gentleness of his words, coupled with the warmth of his soft hands.
“Okay,” The girl decided at last. “but it’s only till I can find something better.”
“Of course,” Akito said, and lead the way out of the forest. “Until you find something better.” Tohru missed the smug look on his face, that seemed to say ‘As if!’
*******
Okay, another chapter down. I will try to have the next chapter up by next weekend. Let me know your thoughts. Until then… Buh bye!