Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ The Main House ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Yuki_The_Rat 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.02.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 905 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.02.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 905 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, Damn it!
Anyway, here is the next chapter, enjoy:
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART NINE - THE MAIN HOUSE
HATORI *
The storm moved on during the night, leaving a beautiful summer morning behind. In the sky above the main house, the sun peeked shyly though a muddle of fluffy white clouds. Standing on the balcony, leading to his bedroom, Hatori was drinking a cup of almond flavored coffee and enjoying the fresh morning breeze. The first mornings after a rain fall were Hatori’s favorite kind. He loved the way the air smelt so clean, the pollution of the world temporarily at bay; it never lasted long enough, but the simple joy it brought, to one lonely Sohma, was immeasurable.
Down below, something caught his eye. ‘Was that Akito he saw walking in through the main gate? Where had he got off to so early in the day, and were those actually flowers he held in his arms? Now, just what was that boy up to this time?’
“Good morning, Akito.” Hatori hollered down, enjoying the way Akito grew quickly flustered and attempted to hide the flowers behind his scrawny back. ‘Nice try,’ Hatori laughed inwardly, ‘let’s mess with him a little.’
“Beautiful flowers, are they for anyone I know?” Hatori teased, and was satisfied with the cat that swallowed the canary look of guilt that flashed across Akito’s blushing face. ‘Oh yes, he is most assuredly up to something.’
“Umm… oh.. No, actually… they are for me. I wanted something to brighten up my rooms. It’s such a nice day and all…well, I’ll be going now, to put my flowers in my room.” With that Akito scurried away toward the main house entrance.
‘He’s such an exceeding bad liar.’ Hatori thought to himself, and contemplated heading towards Akito’s rooms to do a little covert ops. His curiosity was certainly aroused. Akito Sohma was changing, over the past couple of months the perpetually angry, young, Sohma had softened. He had, in fact, become relatively decent, and even enjoyable to be around. This in turn had allowed Hatori, himself, to lighten up a bit, and Hatori liked the way that it felt.
Although he had no real proof, Hatori’s gut instinct told him that Akito’s recent personality change had something to do with a woman. This pleased Hatori for a number of reasons. First and foremost, Akito had a duty. It was not a pleasant duty, but it was one Hatori could not allow him to avoid. Just as Akito was born into the role of the Sohma family head, Hatori was born into the role of his caretaker. Now, Hatori wasn’t a mean person, if anything he was infallibly forgiving, had he not forgiven Akito for the whole Kana incident? The fact remained, if Akito did not choose a bride soon, it would become Hatori’s responsibility to choose one for him. It was a chore that Hatori did not relish.
Aside from the, obvious, family obligations; Hatori had another reason for wishing love upon Akito Sohma. Hatori was an incurable romantic, though he kept it hidden deep within. As much as Akito infuriated him at times, Hatori also felt exceedingly sorry for the boy. Akito had never known love. His Father had passed away before he was born. This had caused his mother to go crazy with grief. She could barely look at her own child, without having a nervous breakdown. Instead she spent her life in hiding, locking herself within her rooms for days on end, until finally she refused to leave her rooms at all. On Akito’s sixth birthday, he ordered his mother’s memory erased. Hatori was fourteen at the time, and already living in the main house, it was the first memory Hatori had ever been asked to erase. Afterwards, they packed her bags, and sent her on her way to a new life. She moved on, Akito never did. It was a common occurrence in the Sohma family, a side effect to a life lived under an evil curse.
The alarm on Hatori’s wrist watch sounded, breaking the spell that thoughts of the past had put him under, and reminding him that he had a busy day ahead of him. He needed to look in on Yuki to see how he was doing, and then it would be time for him to make the long drive to Kazuma’s mountain home to examine Kyo.
As he took a quick shower, Hatori considered Kyo’s condition. Although it was not completely unheard of, it was rare for a zodiac transformation to last for longer then a few hours. Under certain conditions, when one was terribly ill, or incurably depressed, it was possible, but it was indeed uncommon.
Hatori was aware of what had occurred between Tohru, Kyo and Yuki. He had, in effect, played his own little role in the drama, something he now had cause to regret. It was possible, unusual, but still possible, that Kyo’s transformation was brought about by a broken heart. If so, only time would be able to cure Kyo. But since a serious illness was also an option, it was something that would need to be ruled out.
WHITE HARU *
Hara was cranky, and having a difficult time keeping his darker side in check. Since he had not wanted to be too far away from Yuki, Haru had accepted Hatori’s offer to share Momiji’s room at the main house. Since Momiji’s father was often away on business, Momiji had long ago been given his own room on the estate.
The trouble was that Momiji snored, a lot. The other problem was that Haru couldn’t stop thinking about Yuki. So, for the second night in a role, Haru did not get much sleep.
Finally, deciding he could no longer keep his distance, Haru got dressed and headed down to see Yuki.
TOHRU *
Waking up at the main house, for her very first time, Tohru felt, completely, like a princess. The room that Akito had put her up in was exquisite. Decorated in rich silks, and luxurious antiques, the room had a decidedly feminine touch. Getting up from the large, comfortable, bed, she crossed the white, wooden, floor on her tippy toes, afraid of actually making too much noise. Pushing aside the thick satin curtains Tohru gazed out upon a beautiful private garden complete with a miniature hot spring.
“Oh my,” she whispered, stunned by the unexpected luxury. “now I really am just asking for it.” Pushing open the clear, glass, shoji Tohru walked outside. The wet grass was cool on her bare feet, but it felt amazing, “This place is so beautiful, mom. Can you believe that Akito let me stay here last night? He’s really not so bad, mom, he’s actually kind of nice, once you get to know him. He even bought me cookies.” This memory brought out her huge trademark smile, “Those cookies really were amazing.”
YUKI *
Yuki was going stir crazy. Hatori removed the thermometer from his mouth, checked it, and set it aside.
“Well, you seem to be doing much better.” He commented, “how do you feel?”
“I feel fine. I‘d like to go back to Sohma house today, if that‘s alright.” Yuki requested.
“I think that it’s best if you stay one more night.” Hatori told him, picking up his black medical bag from his desk. “If you still feel fine tomorrow, I will release you, then.”
Yuki was disappointed, but was still feeling a bit fatigued. He decided Hatori was probably right.
A soft knock on the door, announced Haru’s arrival.
“Good morning, Yuki. How are you feeling today.” White Haru asked, hovering near the door with a timid look on his face.
“Haru, come in,” Yuki grinned at him, thrilled at the prospect of company. “I’m feeling a lot better, thank you.”
“Well,” Hatori cleared his throat, “I’ll be up at Kazuma’s today, but I’ll drop by to check on you when I get home.”
“Is master okay?” Haru questioned.
“He isn’t ill, is he?” Yuki added.
“No, It’s not Kazuma,” Hatori started, not sure how much he wanted to disclose. “Actually, it’s Kyo. He’s not feeling well.”
“It’s nothing serious, is it?” Haru asked.
Hatori hesitated for a moment, “No, It’s probably nothing.” and quickly changed the subject, “Take it easy on Yuki today, Haru. He’s still needs his rest. Yuki, I’ll see you this evening.”
Hatori left, and was quickly forgotten when Haru jumped into Yuki’s bed and attempted to snuggle him.
“Get away from me, you pervert.” Yuki said, not sounding too sincere. “You heard Hatori, I need my rest.”
“Hey, what’s this?” Haru queried, picking up the copy of Gravitation from the nightstand, and flipping through it.
“That’s not mine.” Yuki declared, his face blushing a million shades of red.
“Yuki, this is yaoi!” Haru laughed, seeing Yuki in a new light.
“It’s Momiji’s, he left it here.” Yuki attested.
“Did you read it?” Haru asked.
“No,” Yuki lied, and lowered his head to hide from Haru’s curious eyes.
“You’re lying.” Haru laughed, “Yuki likes yaoi, Yuki likes yaoi. And you have the nerve to call me a pervert.”
“Okay, fine I did read it,” Yuki admitted, “but only because I was bored, and I couldn’t sleep…and you are a pervert.”
“Really? I couldn’t sleep last night either? If only I had known, I would have paid you a visit.” Haru said, a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
“Haru, did you just go black on me?” Yuki wondered.
“No, I’m just tired,” Haru smiled, “and I missed you. Scoot over, I’m want in.”
Haru crawled into the bed beside Yuki, curled up happily against him, and was asleep within minutes.
AKITO *
“Hatori!” Akito called from the doorway of the main house.
Hatori, who was getting in his car, turned back to see what the head of the family needed.
“Where are you going? I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”
“Can it wait until tonight, Kuzuma’s expecting me.”
Akito considered for a moment, and decided that that would work out just fine.
“Yes, I can wait. By the way, how’s Yuki doing?”
“Oh, he’s doing much better, he can probably go home tomorrow.” Hatori said, and was surprised when Akito smiled in response.
“He’s well enough to go home? That’s good news. Okay, then I’ll see you tonight.”
Akito watched as Hatori drove away from the property.
“Maybe, I should check on young Yuki myself. I‘m sure he‘ll be happy to see me.” Akito determined, and turned to head toward Hatori’s small hospital.
YUKI *
Yuki, like Haru, had really slept little the night before. He had read the manga that Momiji had left behind, and was surprised when he found it fascinating. Thanks to Akito, Yuki had grown up rather sheltered, and as such he was still pretty new to a lot of things in the world. Yuki, basically, had never even considered that a comic book could be so, well, seductive.
Afterwards, Yuki had sat up thinking for most of the night. His mind wandered aimlessly, and took him down a lot of different paths. He thought about Miss Honda, about the life that she had awoken within him. He thought about how she was the first, normal, person to accept him, curse and all. That day in the school, she had won his heart, and she still held it tightly within her grasp. He further reminisced about the time when Kisa was being bullied at school. He recalled the way that Miss Honda had comforted her, and without even knowing it, Miss Honda had comforted him as well. He also remembered the time that Miss Honda had stood up to Akito. Something that Yuki had never in his life been able to do. Even when she was afraid of something, she stood her ground, she said what she felt. That was just how she was, always. She was beautiful, and she was caring, and she was passionately strong. How could Yuki ever stop loving her?
But then there was Haru, and there was the secret that Yuki kept locked, safely, away. The secret that was slowly surfacing inside Yuki’s heart, confusing him with it’s memories. Memories that Yuki had completely repressed.
Although, Yuki had never admitted to it, Haru was also Yuki’s first love. He was the first person to show Yuki affection. Yuki’s parents were not warm people. They were conservative, and cold, and ashamed of a child born under the Sohma curse. They sent him to live at the main house at a very young age, and their abandonment had damaged Yuki, almost beyond repair. It was not just the fact that his mother couldn’t hug him, Yuki’s mother didn’t even want to hug him. When Yuki asked Akito why this was, Akito had informed him that it was because they found him disgusting. This assured Yuki of his own repulsiveness. He was certain that he was a freak. He saw himself as a little ratboy freak, unworthy of love, someone cursed to spend his life alone, but then he met Haru.
Haru was different. He was, unconditionally, nice to Yuki, even carrying out a five day hunger strike to show his solidarity in opposition to Akito’s abuse. Yuki hadn’t thought about that incident in years, having long since locked it away, but he now remembered the way it felt when Hatori had told him of Haru’s gallant stand. It had astonished him, the idea that someone might actually care what happened to him. Since, he wanted to pay Haru back, he had packed a picnic basket full of Haru’s favorite foods and took it to Haru’s room. That was the day that Haru had kissed him.
Young Haru, could not have known it, but the kiss had meant everything to Yuki. As his parents had never bestowed such graces on the boy, it had been like water to a thirsting child. In Haru Yuki had found sanctuary. Haru had allowed Yuki to share his bed, and as Young Haru slept Young Yuki would cuddle close next to him, innocently, savoring the warmth and the safety that it brought.
But Haru left Yuki. He left him alone, just as Yuki’s parents had discarded him, so had Haru betrayed him. Unaware that Akito had told Haru’s parents that he was no longer welcomed at the main house, Yuki couldn’t fathom the reason why Haru didn’t visit him any longer. All Yuki knew was that he needed Haru, and Haru didn‘t come back. For months after Haru left, Yuki would cry himself to sleep, but after a while Yuki got tired of crying. Since he was tired of hurting, and tired of missing people who would never return to him, Yuki made an unconscious decision to protect himself. Where some people built walls around them, Yuki built himself a blockade. It was an invisible, impenetrable, barrier, and no one, especially not Haru, was ever getting through. That was until Yuki met Miss Honda. Miss Honda was the person who had caused Yuki’s walls to come crashing down.
Such were Yuki’s thoughts, and they kept him up all night. Yuki was still wide awake when Hatori showed up for his morning examination.
Afterwards, the exhausted Yuki, had allowed Haru to crawl into bed beside him and fall asleep in his arms. Overcome by his memories, and feeling nostalgic. Yuki had pulled Haru closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the boys neck and bringing his lips within kissing distance of Haru’s. Not actually touching, but close enough that Yuki could steal Haru’s breath. Like this, comforted and warm, Yuki drifted immediately into a happy sleep.
Yuki did not hear the door open, he was blissfully dreaming when Akito Sohma entered the room.
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When reading over my story, so far, I discovered something about myself. I use a lot of commas, it’s like I am comma girl or something. I don’t know how I feel about that… oh well, what can I say.
Anyway, see you in chapter 10 (wow, chapter 10? How did this story become so darn long? This is, so, Akito‘s fault!)
Anyway, here is the next chapter, enjoy:
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART NINE - THE MAIN HOUSE
HATORI *
The storm moved on during the night, leaving a beautiful summer morning behind. In the sky above the main house, the sun peeked shyly though a muddle of fluffy white clouds. Standing on the balcony, leading to his bedroom, Hatori was drinking a cup of almond flavored coffee and enjoying the fresh morning breeze. The first mornings after a rain fall were Hatori’s favorite kind. He loved the way the air smelt so clean, the pollution of the world temporarily at bay; it never lasted long enough, but the simple joy it brought, to one lonely Sohma, was immeasurable.
Down below, something caught his eye. ‘Was that Akito he saw walking in through the main gate? Where had he got off to so early in the day, and were those actually flowers he held in his arms? Now, just what was that boy up to this time?’
“Good morning, Akito.” Hatori hollered down, enjoying the way Akito grew quickly flustered and attempted to hide the flowers behind his scrawny back. ‘Nice try,’ Hatori laughed inwardly, ‘let’s mess with him a little.’
“Beautiful flowers, are they for anyone I know?” Hatori teased, and was satisfied with the cat that swallowed the canary look of guilt that flashed across Akito’s blushing face. ‘Oh yes, he is most assuredly up to something.’
“Umm… oh.. No, actually… they are for me. I wanted something to brighten up my rooms. It’s such a nice day and all…well, I’ll be going now, to put my flowers in my room.” With that Akito scurried away toward the main house entrance.
‘He’s such an exceeding bad liar.’ Hatori thought to himself, and contemplated heading towards Akito’s rooms to do a little covert ops. His curiosity was certainly aroused. Akito Sohma was changing, over the past couple of months the perpetually angry, young, Sohma had softened. He had, in fact, become relatively decent, and even enjoyable to be around. This in turn had allowed Hatori, himself, to lighten up a bit, and Hatori liked the way that it felt.
Although he had no real proof, Hatori’s gut instinct told him that Akito’s recent personality change had something to do with a woman. This pleased Hatori for a number of reasons. First and foremost, Akito had a duty. It was not a pleasant duty, but it was one Hatori could not allow him to avoid. Just as Akito was born into the role of the Sohma family head, Hatori was born into the role of his caretaker. Now, Hatori wasn’t a mean person, if anything he was infallibly forgiving, had he not forgiven Akito for the whole Kana incident? The fact remained, if Akito did not choose a bride soon, it would become Hatori’s responsibility to choose one for him. It was a chore that Hatori did not relish.
Aside from the, obvious, family obligations; Hatori had another reason for wishing love upon Akito Sohma. Hatori was an incurable romantic, though he kept it hidden deep within. As much as Akito infuriated him at times, Hatori also felt exceedingly sorry for the boy. Akito had never known love. His Father had passed away before he was born. This had caused his mother to go crazy with grief. She could barely look at her own child, without having a nervous breakdown. Instead she spent her life in hiding, locking herself within her rooms for days on end, until finally she refused to leave her rooms at all. On Akito’s sixth birthday, he ordered his mother’s memory erased. Hatori was fourteen at the time, and already living in the main house, it was the first memory Hatori had ever been asked to erase. Afterwards, they packed her bags, and sent her on her way to a new life. She moved on, Akito never did. It was a common occurrence in the Sohma family, a side effect to a life lived under an evil curse.
The alarm on Hatori’s wrist watch sounded, breaking the spell that thoughts of the past had put him under, and reminding him that he had a busy day ahead of him. He needed to look in on Yuki to see how he was doing, and then it would be time for him to make the long drive to Kazuma’s mountain home to examine Kyo.
As he took a quick shower, Hatori considered Kyo’s condition. Although it was not completely unheard of, it was rare for a zodiac transformation to last for longer then a few hours. Under certain conditions, when one was terribly ill, or incurably depressed, it was possible, but it was indeed uncommon.
Hatori was aware of what had occurred between Tohru, Kyo and Yuki. He had, in effect, played his own little role in the drama, something he now had cause to regret. It was possible, unusual, but still possible, that Kyo’s transformation was brought about by a broken heart. If so, only time would be able to cure Kyo. But since a serious illness was also an option, it was something that would need to be ruled out.
WHITE HARU *
Hara was cranky, and having a difficult time keeping his darker side in check. Since he had not wanted to be too far away from Yuki, Haru had accepted Hatori’s offer to share Momiji’s room at the main house. Since Momiji’s father was often away on business, Momiji had long ago been given his own room on the estate.
The trouble was that Momiji snored, a lot. The other problem was that Haru couldn’t stop thinking about Yuki. So, for the second night in a role, Haru did not get much sleep.
Finally, deciding he could no longer keep his distance, Haru got dressed and headed down to see Yuki.
TOHRU *
Waking up at the main house, for her very first time, Tohru felt, completely, like a princess. The room that Akito had put her up in was exquisite. Decorated in rich silks, and luxurious antiques, the room had a decidedly feminine touch. Getting up from the large, comfortable, bed, she crossed the white, wooden, floor on her tippy toes, afraid of actually making too much noise. Pushing aside the thick satin curtains Tohru gazed out upon a beautiful private garden complete with a miniature hot spring.
“Oh my,” she whispered, stunned by the unexpected luxury. “now I really am just asking for it.” Pushing open the clear, glass, shoji Tohru walked outside. The wet grass was cool on her bare feet, but it felt amazing, “This place is so beautiful, mom. Can you believe that Akito let me stay here last night? He’s really not so bad, mom, he’s actually kind of nice, once you get to know him. He even bought me cookies.” This memory brought out her huge trademark smile, “Those cookies really were amazing.”
YUKI *
Yuki was going stir crazy. Hatori removed the thermometer from his mouth, checked it, and set it aside.
“Well, you seem to be doing much better.” He commented, “how do you feel?”
“I feel fine. I‘d like to go back to Sohma house today, if that‘s alright.” Yuki requested.
“I think that it’s best if you stay one more night.” Hatori told him, picking up his black medical bag from his desk. “If you still feel fine tomorrow, I will release you, then.”
Yuki was disappointed, but was still feeling a bit fatigued. He decided Hatori was probably right.
A soft knock on the door, announced Haru’s arrival.
“Good morning, Yuki. How are you feeling today.” White Haru asked, hovering near the door with a timid look on his face.
“Haru, come in,” Yuki grinned at him, thrilled at the prospect of company. “I’m feeling a lot better, thank you.”
“Well,” Hatori cleared his throat, “I’ll be up at Kazuma’s today, but I’ll drop by to check on you when I get home.”
“Is master okay?” Haru questioned.
“He isn’t ill, is he?” Yuki added.
“No, It’s not Kazuma,” Hatori started, not sure how much he wanted to disclose. “Actually, it’s Kyo. He’s not feeling well.”
“It’s nothing serious, is it?” Haru asked.
Hatori hesitated for a moment, “No, It’s probably nothing.” and quickly changed the subject, “Take it easy on Yuki today, Haru. He’s still needs his rest. Yuki, I’ll see you this evening.”
Hatori left, and was quickly forgotten when Haru jumped into Yuki’s bed and attempted to snuggle him.
“Get away from me, you pervert.” Yuki said, not sounding too sincere. “You heard Hatori, I need my rest.”
“Hey, what’s this?” Haru queried, picking up the copy of Gravitation from the nightstand, and flipping through it.
“That’s not mine.” Yuki declared, his face blushing a million shades of red.
“Yuki, this is yaoi!” Haru laughed, seeing Yuki in a new light.
“It’s Momiji’s, he left it here.” Yuki attested.
“Did you read it?” Haru asked.
“No,” Yuki lied, and lowered his head to hide from Haru’s curious eyes.
“You’re lying.” Haru laughed, “Yuki likes yaoi, Yuki likes yaoi. And you have the nerve to call me a pervert.”
“Okay, fine I did read it,” Yuki admitted, “but only because I was bored, and I couldn’t sleep…and you are a pervert.”
“Really? I couldn’t sleep last night either? If only I had known, I would have paid you a visit.” Haru said, a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
“Haru, did you just go black on me?” Yuki wondered.
“No, I’m just tired,” Haru smiled, “and I missed you. Scoot over, I’m want in.”
Haru crawled into the bed beside Yuki, curled up happily against him, and was asleep within minutes.
AKITO *
“Hatori!” Akito called from the doorway of the main house.
Hatori, who was getting in his car, turned back to see what the head of the family needed.
“Where are you going? I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”
“Can it wait until tonight, Kuzuma’s expecting me.”
Akito considered for a moment, and decided that that would work out just fine.
“Yes, I can wait. By the way, how’s Yuki doing?”
“Oh, he’s doing much better, he can probably go home tomorrow.” Hatori said, and was surprised when Akito smiled in response.
“He’s well enough to go home? That’s good news. Okay, then I’ll see you tonight.”
Akito watched as Hatori drove away from the property.
“Maybe, I should check on young Yuki myself. I‘m sure he‘ll be happy to see me.” Akito determined, and turned to head toward Hatori’s small hospital.
YUKI *
Yuki, like Haru, had really slept little the night before. He had read the manga that Momiji had left behind, and was surprised when he found it fascinating. Thanks to Akito, Yuki had grown up rather sheltered, and as such he was still pretty new to a lot of things in the world. Yuki, basically, had never even considered that a comic book could be so, well, seductive.
Afterwards, Yuki had sat up thinking for most of the night. His mind wandered aimlessly, and took him down a lot of different paths. He thought about Miss Honda, about the life that she had awoken within him. He thought about how she was the first, normal, person to accept him, curse and all. That day in the school, she had won his heart, and she still held it tightly within her grasp. He further reminisced about the time when Kisa was being bullied at school. He recalled the way that Miss Honda had comforted her, and without even knowing it, Miss Honda had comforted him as well. He also remembered the time that Miss Honda had stood up to Akito. Something that Yuki had never in his life been able to do. Even when she was afraid of something, she stood her ground, she said what she felt. That was just how she was, always. She was beautiful, and she was caring, and she was passionately strong. How could Yuki ever stop loving her?
But then there was Haru, and there was the secret that Yuki kept locked, safely, away. The secret that was slowly surfacing inside Yuki’s heart, confusing him with it’s memories. Memories that Yuki had completely repressed.
Although, Yuki had never admitted to it, Haru was also Yuki’s first love. He was the first person to show Yuki affection. Yuki’s parents were not warm people. They were conservative, and cold, and ashamed of a child born under the Sohma curse. They sent him to live at the main house at a very young age, and their abandonment had damaged Yuki, almost beyond repair. It was not just the fact that his mother couldn’t hug him, Yuki’s mother didn’t even want to hug him. When Yuki asked Akito why this was, Akito had informed him that it was because they found him disgusting. This assured Yuki of his own repulsiveness. He was certain that he was a freak. He saw himself as a little ratboy freak, unworthy of love, someone cursed to spend his life alone, but then he met Haru.
Haru was different. He was, unconditionally, nice to Yuki, even carrying out a five day hunger strike to show his solidarity in opposition to Akito’s abuse. Yuki hadn’t thought about that incident in years, having long since locked it away, but he now remembered the way it felt when Hatori had told him of Haru’s gallant stand. It had astonished him, the idea that someone might actually care what happened to him. Since, he wanted to pay Haru back, he had packed a picnic basket full of Haru’s favorite foods and took it to Haru’s room. That was the day that Haru had kissed him.
Young Haru, could not have known it, but the kiss had meant everything to Yuki. As his parents had never bestowed such graces on the boy, it had been like water to a thirsting child. In Haru Yuki had found sanctuary. Haru had allowed Yuki to share his bed, and as Young Haru slept Young Yuki would cuddle close next to him, innocently, savoring the warmth and the safety that it brought.
But Haru left Yuki. He left him alone, just as Yuki’s parents had discarded him, so had Haru betrayed him. Unaware that Akito had told Haru’s parents that he was no longer welcomed at the main house, Yuki couldn’t fathom the reason why Haru didn’t visit him any longer. All Yuki knew was that he needed Haru, and Haru didn‘t come back. For months after Haru left, Yuki would cry himself to sleep, but after a while Yuki got tired of crying. Since he was tired of hurting, and tired of missing people who would never return to him, Yuki made an unconscious decision to protect himself. Where some people built walls around them, Yuki built himself a blockade. It was an invisible, impenetrable, barrier, and no one, especially not Haru, was ever getting through. That was until Yuki met Miss Honda. Miss Honda was the person who had caused Yuki’s walls to come crashing down.
Such were Yuki’s thoughts, and they kept him up all night. Yuki was still wide awake when Hatori showed up for his morning examination.
Afterwards, the exhausted Yuki, had allowed Haru to crawl into bed beside him and fall asleep in his arms. Overcome by his memories, and feeling nostalgic. Yuki had pulled Haru closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the boys neck and bringing his lips within kissing distance of Haru’s. Not actually touching, but close enough that Yuki could steal Haru’s breath. Like this, comforted and warm, Yuki drifted immediately into a happy sleep.
Yuki did not hear the door open, he was blissfully dreaming when Akito Sohma entered the room.
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When reading over my story, so far, I discovered something about myself. I use a lot of commas, it’s like I am comma girl or something. I don’t know how I feel about that… oh well, what can I say.
Anyway, see you in chapter 10 (wow, chapter 10? How did this story become so darn long? This is, so, Akito‘s fault!)