Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ Why Love Sucks! ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Yuki_The_Rat 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 925 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.10.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 925 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, I wonder if she would consider a trade?
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART TEN - WHY LOVE SUCKS!
Gazing down upon the lovingly entwined forms of Yuki and Haru, Akito was assaulted by a kaleidoscope of emotions. The first, and perhaps the strongest, was outrage.
‘How long have they been lovers?’ Akito asked himself, a lifetime of anger and spite flaring up within his heart. He reached out, his perfectly manicured hand, with the intention of grabbing Haru by his white and black hair, to drag him out of Yuki’s arms, however, he didn’t. He stopped. Just as quickly as the anger had came, it passed.
‘My god, they look beautiful like that.’ His hand dropped, harmlessly, to his side, as he took in the flawless splendor of the two boys. A soft ray of sunlight was filtering in through the blinds and it gave the boys an almost angelic quality. Yuki’s arms were wrapped tightly around Haru and their lips were almost touching. They looked so right together, so sweetly happy.
In a blinding flash, it surfaced, the overwhelming envy. Akito’s face grew dark with it.
‘They’re cousins, this is incest, they’re disgusting.’ Akito pulled his eyes away, sickened with himself for being taken in.
‘It’s just like when they were kids, Yuki following Haru around like some lovesick little fool. I should separate them, just like I did back then, that will teach them. It’s what they deserve.’
But then Akito had a better idea, a brilliant idea. It was, perhaps, the best idea that he had ever had. An inspiration so perfect, it would assure that the girl would never want to look upon Yuki Sohma again. Yes, this was it, orchestrated properly, it would seal the deal with Tohru Honda, and send her running into Akito’s waiting arms. And it was so easy, he just needed to get her down here. She just needed to see Yuki and Haru for the lovers they obviously were.
Grinning his most evil Akito grin, he exited the room quietly, careful not to wake the two lovers. He then hurried, almost running, towards the main house. Meanwhile, the plan formed in his mind. He would go to Tohru Honda, tell her that he wasn’t feeling well, and could she please find Hatori for him. He would tell her that Hatori could probably be found in the hospital. Oh yes, this opportunity was too good to pass up. ‘I can just imagine the look on her face when she sees them. Oh, yes, precious Yuki, you will finally get what you deserve, and Miss Tohru Honda will be mine forever.’
‘Are you still so jealous of him, then?’ The voice, of the girl, came from someplace deep inside Akito’s heart. A cavalcade of feelings: love, warmth, and shame, radiated through Akito’s body. It immediately stopped him in his tracks.
“Tohru Honda?“ Akito whispered, for yes it was her voice he was imagining, her delicate, delightful, voice. The voice that he had carried in his heart for all these past months.
‘Do you really want to win like that, Akito?’ The phantom voice asked, ‘And what then? When you go, when you have died, is that really how you would like to be remembered? Is that really what you want from them?’
“No,” Akito answered softly, sucking in his breath, and dropping to his knees in the wet grass. “That’s not what I want.”
‘So what is it that you do want, Akito?’
“I want to be someone they love, someone they respect. I want to be someone that you can love. I need you to teach me how to become that person. Tohru Honda, I need you.” Akito’s head dropped to his hands, and for the first time, since he was six years old, Akito Sohma cried.
TOHRU *
A soft knock on Tohru’s, new, bedroom door announced the arrival of breakfast. Not knowing who to expect Tohru cautiously slid open the door and peeked out at a pretty female servant who carried a large tray of food, and an even larger bouquet of flowers.
“Miss Honda, the master requested that I bring your breakfast.” The servant informed her, and with an embarrassed “Hello.”, Tohru stepped aside so that that the girl could enter.
“Master Akito, also asked me to give these to you,” the girl smiled warmly and offered the bouquet of flowers to her.
“Flowers, for me? No, you must be mistaken, Akito wouldn’t have meant to send me flowers.”
“No, mistake,” The girl grinned, “see, he even put your name on the card.”
“Card?” Yep, right there stuck in the flowers, was a tiny pink card which read: Miss Tohru Honda.
Th… th.. thank you,” Tohru stammered, her cheeks flushing to a soft shade of rose. “I can’t believe Akito would send me flowers. That was so nice of him, I shouldn’t accept them though, it’s just too much.”
“You must accept them,” the girl answered straightforwardly, “It would disappoint the master if you did not.”
“Oh, I see, okay then, I’ll take them then.” Tohru buried her head in the flowers, “They smell so nice.”
“Yes, they are very pretty, Master Akito picked them out himself. He must really think highly of you.”
“Akito, picked them out himself?” Tohru wondered, “and you, you work here?”
“Yes,” The girl replied, “Actually, my family has served at the main house for many generations. Though I was just hired on recently, Master Akito chose me personally, as my mother once served his mother. Now, would the young Mistress like to eat outdoors then? It’s quite a lovely day.” Not waiting for an answer the girl headed outside and started to lay out Tohru’s breakfast on the small patio table.
“Akito’s mother?” Tohru wondered, “did you know her?”
“Oh, no, not really,” The girl had finished setting the table, and gestured for Tohru to come take a seat. “Is there anything more I can get for you, young Mistress?”
Tohru stared down at the table filled with many wonderful foods, many of them sweets picked out personally by Akito. “No, really, this is too much, would you like to join me, I can’t eat all of this food by myself.”
“No, thank you, I have my duties to attend to, so if there is nothing else that you need,”
“Well, actually, could you tell me your name?” Tohru smiled,
The girl smiled back, over her shoulder as she headed to the door. “My name is Yoshiya Sohma.”
“YOU’RE A SOHMA?“ Tohru blubbered, happily.
“Well, that’s what they tell me,” The girl teased, “I’ll be back to pick up your dishes in a bit.”
With that, the pretty girl left the room, leaving the goofy faced Tohru to stare at her food.
HATORI *
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING? SHE MOVED OUT??” Kyo roared, at the top of his little kitty lungs. “WHY WOULD SHE DO A DUMB THING LIKE THAT?”
Removing the needle containing Kyo’s blood sample from the cat’s tiny body, Hatori once again found himself debating how much information he wanted to disclose. Being the Sohma stuck in the middle of everything wasn’t always pleasant. Especially, when you were dealing with an angry Kyo.
“Well, apparently, Tohru just felt that it was time for her to move on.” Hatori soothed, even to his own ears it sounded insincere.
“Why didn’t anyone stop her?” Kyo asked, pouncing up on a bookshelf in order to be eye to eye with Hatori. He knew damn well the doctor was full of shit.
“Shigure did try, Kyo, but once Tohru’s mind was made up, she wouldn’t listen to reason.”
“So, why didn’t that damn Yuki stop her then?” Kyo spoke the one question Hatori had hoped to avoid.
“Yuki had an asthma attack. He’s staying at the Sohma hospital for a few days.” Hatori answered honestly.
“Sohma Hospital? Oh, you mean your office. It’s not exactly a hospital, Hatori” Kyo mocked.
A look of irritation crossed Hatori’s face. He would have loved to have been allowed to work in a real hospital, with normal people, but he had his responsibilities to the family.
“Kyo.” Kazuma lectured, “Do not show such disrespect to Hatori. He’s taken the day away from his practice to come and tend to you. I would have thought that I raised you better.”
“You’re right, Father. I apologize for speaking so disrespectfully, Hatori.” Kyo humbled, jumping down onto the coffee table, and then again to the floor. “It’s just I feel like I’ve been stuck in this stupid, puny, cat body forever. It’s annoying. That and I‘m worried about Tohru. Knowing that girl, she probably moved back into a tent and has been abducted by some sick pervert, by now.”
“Now, now, Kyo. I am sure that Miss Honda is fine.” Kazuma calmed.
“Well, she will be, once I find her and drag her ass back home. I’ll see you later Pops.” Kyo said and headed for the Kitty door.
“Hold up Kyo.” Kuzuma called after him. “You could be very ill, you’re not going anywhere.”
Kyo stopped, and turned back, a scowl of impatience painted on his face.
“It’s alright Kazuma.” Hatori jumped in, “I don’t believe Kyo’s transformation has anything to do with his health. I need to check this blood sample to make sure, but I have a pretty good idea that Kyo will transform back, eventually.”
“EVENTUALLY! WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” Kyo grumbled. “Whatever, I don’t even want to know. I’m out of here.”
Kyo exited, via his special door, and Kazuma turned to Hatori expectantly.
“So, if he’s not ill, what’s wrong with him?”
“I seems our young Kyo is suffering from an extreme case of first love.” Hatori joked, and proceeded to pack up his medical instruments. “As I recall, it can be pretty rough the first time out.” Thoughts of Kana danced through Hatori’s head, but he chased them away, before they could take root.
“I see, is it her, Tohru Honda?” Kazuma queried, a touch of fatherly pride surfacing in his eyes.
“You really need to ask that?”
“Well, he didn’t talk about her to me. Until you arrived, he wouldn’t talk about anything. I really like that girl, she could be a good match for him.” Kazuma decided.
“Since when has love ever been that easy,” Hatori sighed. “Kyo has fallen in love with Tohru, but then, so has Yuki.”
“Oh yes, suddenly I remember why love sucks,” Kazuma laughed, shaking his head as he thought of his own first love.
“Yes, it certainly can, and it tends to be extremely more so when you’re of Sohma blood.”
“That would be a given. Does the girl know?” Kazuma asked, but then answered his own question. “It’s why she moved out, is it?”
“It‘s a bit more complicated then that, I’m afraid. I feel sorry for Tohru, she doesn’t appear to realize the power she has over the Sohma men. It’s truly astonishing, how one girl can be so blind.” Hatori picked up his black medical bag. “I had better be getting back to the main house. I need to check on how Yuki is getting along, and Akito has something he needs to speak with me about.”
“Ah… Akito, I have been meaning to ask, how has he been feeling?”
“Strangely, our Akito seems to be doing very well.”
“Really? That’s unexpected. You know Hatori, I hate bringing this up, but as I am sure you realize…” Kazuma stopped, he knew that Akito’s future was unavoidable. He even felt that if anyone ever deserved such a curse it was the coldhearted Akito Sohma, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“I know, Kazuma, the time has come for Akito to take a bride,” and once again a soft smile covered Hatori’s cheeks.
“Hatori, you’re smiling? I know Akito can be a real bastard at times, but surely you aren‘t happy about this.”
“Oh no,” and a quite laugh escaped Hatori, shocking Kazuma with it’s inappropriateness. “You have me wrong. I, certainly, do not find favor in thinking of Akito’s inevitable demise. My joy comes in imagining the poor boy in love.”
“Akito in love? Impossible. I, rather, think you should pity the poor girl who is arranged into a marriage with him.”
“That’s just it. I don’t think an arranged marriage will be necessary. I think that Akito may have found someone. You should come by the main house and see for yourself. The change is remarkable.”
“You don’t say, and you’re completely certain that this person is female? I’ve been worried, for a while now, that Akito fancied Yuki, the way he obsesses over him.”
“Don’t even joke about that, Kazuma, between Ayame, Shigure, and Haru‘s little bi tendencies. Should it turn out that Akito’s gay, I will be leaving this family to its own devices.”
SHIGURE *
“Breakfast time, breakfast time, all for me…” Making his sleepy way towards the kitchen, Shigure suddenly remembered that he was alone in the house. “Oh… it’s so very sad… I forgot… I’ve been abandoned.”
Entering the kitchen, he made a noisy show of searching the cupboards for something, edible, that he might be capable of preparing. Spotting a box of sugar cereal his eyes lit up.
“Come to me, my sweet little box of joy.” He sung, childishly, and stood on the tips of his toes to reach for the cereal box. Upon retrieving the box, his face fell. “It’s awfully light.” Shaking the box, close to his ear, he frowned. “It couldn’t be.” He proceeded to open the box, and peer inside, “Empty, I‘ll surly starve?” He tossed the box in the trash, and was about to return to his scavenger hunt, when he heard a loud knock coming from the front door.
“Company!” He pranced happily into the living room to open the door.
“Gure. I’ve come because I heard the terrible news.” The platinum haired, Ayame, flounced inside, carrying a bag of fast food, and some drinks. “How are you holding up?”
“Aya… you angel, you’ve come to my rescue… Is that breakfast for me?”
“Well, of course, I heard you were left alone, and I know how helpless you can be.”
“Oh, Aya, you always know exactly what I need. I’ve been so lonely without Tohru around.”
“Yes, and Yuki and Kyo right.” Ayame added.
“Yes, of course, them too. Can we eat now?”
WHITE HARU *
Waking in Yuki’s arms, Haru smiled softly. Yuki was holding him so tightly, and his face was so close. Haru felt his heartbeat quicken. His desire growing. His black, wilder, self begging to be set free.
“You’re so very beautiful, Yuki.” Haru said, under his breath, and was surprised when Yuki tightened his arms to pull him closer.
“Are you awake?” Haru questioned, and was disappointed when Yuki did not respond. “Sure, of course you are asleep. If you were awake, you wouldn’t be holding me like this.”
‘You should kiss him.’ the thought surfaced, and Haru knew it was a manifestation of his darker side, still the idea wasn’t without it’s own merit. Kiss Yuki? It was unbearable how much he wanted to; and with Yuki’s lips right there, inches away, would he ever get such a perfect chance again? Yes, he could do it. He wanted to do it so bad. He needed to feel Yuki’s lips beneath his own.
Before he could change his mind, Haru moved in. Placing his lips lightly upon Yuki’s soft mouth, Haru felt a brilliant shiver pass though his soul. It was incredible, perfect, amazing. Within his chest, Haru’s heart was pounding so loud, he was certain he would die, right there on the spot. He was just as certain that he wouldn’t mind if he did. Dying in Yuki’s arms would most assuredly be just fine. Threading his fingers in Yuki’s baby soft silver hair, Haru, oh so slowly, deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped Yuki, and Haru pulled back, torn between his desire and the knowledge that he was taking advantage of the one person he would never, intentionally, disrespect.
Catching his breath, Haru stared down at Yuki’s sweet lips. The boy still appeared to be sleeping, but a soft blush was slowly creeping along his cheeks. The sight of it drove Haru over the edge.
BLACK HARU *
Haru dove back in, and this time the kiss was one hundred times more passionate. Haru felt Yuki move in his arms and again Haru pulled back, wanting more, but waiting.
“Miss Honda,” The whisper hit Haru like hammer, his heart wrenching, he held his breath, and sent out a silent prayer, ‘He didn’t just say that. I just imagined that. Please, Yuki, you didn’t mean that.’
Yuki’s arms tightened around Haru neck, “I love you so much…” Yuki mumbled in his half sleep, “Tohru, you’re it. You are the only one…”
“You idiot.” Black Haru reared up in anger. Knocking Yuki away from him, and barreling out of the bed.
“Haru?” Yuki said, sitting up, and shaking the sleep from his head. “What happened? What’s the matter?”
“Yuki,” Haru groaned, eyes filling with tears. “Why do you love her so much? You‘re such a stupid jerk…”
For a moment, both boys locked eyes, neither sure what to say.
Then Haru turned, pushed open the door, and sprinted away.
TOHRU *
Tohru stood in her small, private garden. From her vantage point, behind an ivy covered tall fence, she had a limited view of the main grounds. She could see out, just a bit, but suspected that others would have a more difficult time trying to see in.
“Yuki,” She sighed, painfully, as thoughts of the violet eyed Sohma bombarded her mind. This morning she had found herself constantly thinking of her dear friend. Of course, she had also thought about Kyo, but for some reason it was the delicate little rat that was demanding all of her attention.
“It’s because he was so ill, when I saw him last. I’m just worried about him, that’s all.” Her mind pictured the boy, as he was the last time that she saw him. His body naked and beautiful, his face a mask of anger and pain. Closing her eyes, she tried to force away the tears that threatened. “I won’t cry.” She begged, fighting herself for control.
Opening her eyes, a few moments later, she saw caught of glimpse of Haru as he bolted across the grounds toward the main gate.
“Har..” she started to call out, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. ‘No, he can’t know that I am staying here. No one can know.’ Tohru scurried away from the fence and into her room.
Just as she entered, there was a knock on the door.
“Tohru Honda?” Akito called out from behind the door.
Smiling happily, Tohru hurried to the door and slid it open.
“Akito, I am so happy to see you.”
“Can I come in?” Akito asked politely.
“Oh, yes… I mean, of course, this is your house and all.” Tohru stumbled over her own feet, in her effort to step aside, so that Akito could enter.
“Yes,” Akito said, sliding the door closed behind him. “but for now on, it’s your house too. Remember that.”
“Is it really, okay?” Tohru asked doubtfully, “I mean, if the others find out.”
“They won’t,” Akito promised, walking through the room and out to the garden, “What do you think of the garden? It’s comforting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful.” Tohru assured him, and followed him outside. “It’s like a dream.”
“It was my mother’s favorite place.” Akito told her, sadness touching his eyes.
“Your mother? Is she alive? I mean, I’ve never heard about…” Tohru caught herself in mid-sentence afraid of saying too much. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“It’s okay,” Akito smiled softly at Tohru, “She didn’t die, or anything like that. She’s alive and living in England. Happily married, or so I hear, with two young sons.”
“So you see her then?” Tohru asked, still somehow certain that this was a difficult subject for him.
“No, I don’t.” Akito told Tohru, as he took a seat upon the grass, patting the ground beside him, his way of asking Tohru to sit. “She doesn’t know that I exist.”
As requested, Tohru planted herself next to him, her eyes rimming with tears. “It was like Momiji’s mother, wasn’t it?”
“Not really. It’s pretty pitiful actually. To her, I was the representation of evil. My father died before I was born, and my mother, she just went crazy with grief. It’s like she saw me as the heart of the Sohma curse.” Akito’s words were laced with years of pain. Feeling tired, he laid back in the grass, and closed his eyes.
“Akito, I feel so sorry for you.” Laying down on her side, Tohru’s heart was full of sadness for the young head of the Sohma family. It was no wonder that he turned out the way that he did. For a while, she just watched over him. Her curiosity about the Sohma’s looming heavy on her mind. “Would you like to talk more about it, Akito? I don‘t mind listening.”
Akito said nothing for awhile, but Tohru waited patiently.
“I don’t know.” Akito admitted at last, “I’ve never really talked about it.”
“I think I understand, but I think that you should try. I would really like to know more about you.” Tohru told him, and was shocked when she noticed a tiny tear that was falling from Akito’s tightly closed eyelids. ‘He’s crying.’
Her heartbreaking, Tohru leaned over and wiped the tear from Akito’s cheek, but then quickly, self consciously, pulled her hand away. ‘What am I doing? This is Akito Sohma. What will he think of me?’
In a flash, Akito captured her hand within his, making Tohru‘s heart jump. Putting her hand to his mouth, he placed a soft kiss upon it.
“Someday, I will tell you everything, Tohru Honda, but for now do you mind just staying by my side?”
Finding herself without words. Tohru reclined back on the grass. Silently, she continued to hold Akito’s hand in hers, as she watched the sun, slowly, fading from the blue summer sky.
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Please let me know what you think. I, probably, still have 4 or so more chapters, could be even longer, before I reach my end. Hope you don’t mind. See you in Chapter 11.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART TEN - WHY LOVE SUCKS!
Gazing down upon the lovingly entwined forms of Yuki and Haru, Akito was assaulted by a kaleidoscope of emotions. The first, and perhaps the strongest, was outrage.
‘How long have they been lovers?’ Akito asked himself, a lifetime of anger and spite flaring up within his heart. He reached out, his perfectly manicured hand, with the intention of grabbing Haru by his white and black hair, to drag him out of Yuki’s arms, however, he didn’t. He stopped. Just as quickly as the anger had came, it passed.
‘My god, they look beautiful like that.’ His hand dropped, harmlessly, to his side, as he took in the flawless splendor of the two boys. A soft ray of sunlight was filtering in through the blinds and it gave the boys an almost angelic quality. Yuki’s arms were wrapped tightly around Haru and their lips were almost touching. They looked so right together, so sweetly happy.
In a blinding flash, it surfaced, the overwhelming envy. Akito’s face grew dark with it.
‘They’re cousins, this is incest, they’re disgusting.’ Akito pulled his eyes away, sickened with himself for being taken in.
‘It’s just like when they were kids, Yuki following Haru around like some lovesick little fool. I should separate them, just like I did back then, that will teach them. It’s what they deserve.’
But then Akito had a better idea, a brilliant idea. It was, perhaps, the best idea that he had ever had. An inspiration so perfect, it would assure that the girl would never want to look upon Yuki Sohma again. Yes, this was it, orchestrated properly, it would seal the deal with Tohru Honda, and send her running into Akito’s waiting arms. And it was so easy, he just needed to get her down here. She just needed to see Yuki and Haru for the lovers they obviously were.
Grinning his most evil Akito grin, he exited the room quietly, careful not to wake the two lovers. He then hurried, almost running, towards the main house. Meanwhile, the plan formed in his mind. He would go to Tohru Honda, tell her that he wasn’t feeling well, and could she please find Hatori for him. He would tell her that Hatori could probably be found in the hospital. Oh yes, this opportunity was too good to pass up. ‘I can just imagine the look on her face when she sees them. Oh, yes, precious Yuki, you will finally get what you deserve, and Miss Tohru Honda will be mine forever.’
‘Are you still so jealous of him, then?’ The voice, of the girl, came from someplace deep inside Akito’s heart. A cavalcade of feelings: love, warmth, and shame, radiated through Akito’s body. It immediately stopped him in his tracks.
“Tohru Honda?“ Akito whispered, for yes it was her voice he was imagining, her delicate, delightful, voice. The voice that he had carried in his heart for all these past months.
‘Do you really want to win like that, Akito?’ The phantom voice asked, ‘And what then? When you go, when you have died, is that really how you would like to be remembered? Is that really what you want from them?’
“No,” Akito answered softly, sucking in his breath, and dropping to his knees in the wet grass. “That’s not what I want.”
‘So what is it that you do want, Akito?’
“I want to be someone they love, someone they respect. I want to be someone that you can love. I need you to teach me how to become that person. Tohru Honda, I need you.” Akito’s head dropped to his hands, and for the first time, since he was six years old, Akito Sohma cried.
TOHRU *
A soft knock on Tohru’s, new, bedroom door announced the arrival of breakfast. Not knowing who to expect Tohru cautiously slid open the door and peeked out at a pretty female servant who carried a large tray of food, and an even larger bouquet of flowers.
“Miss Honda, the master requested that I bring your breakfast.” The servant informed her, and with an embarrassed “Hello.”, Tohru stepped aside so that that the girl could enter.
“Master Akito, also asked me to give these to you,” the girl smiled warmly and offered the bouquet of flowers to her.
“Flowers, for me? No, you must be mistaken, Akito wouldn’t have meant to send me flowers.”
“No, mistake,” The girl grinned, “see, he even put your name on the card.”
“Card?” Yep, right there stuck in the flowers, was a tiny pink card which read: Miss Tohru Honda.
Th… th.. thank you,” Tohru stammered, her cheeks flushing to a soft shade of rose. “I can’t believe Akito would send me flowers. That was so nice of him, I shouldn’t accept them though, it’s just too much.”
“You must accept them,” the girl answered straightforwardly, “It would disappoint the master if you did not.”
“Oh, I see, okay then, I’ll take them then.” Tohru buried her head in the flowers, “They smell so nice.”
“Yes, they are very pretty, Master Akito picked them out himself. He must really think highly of you.”
“Akito, picked them out himself?” Tohru wondered, “and you, you work here?”
“Yes,” The girl replied, “Actually, my family has served at the main house for many generations. Though I was just hired on recently, Master Akito chose me personally, as my mother once served his mother. Now, would the young Mistress like to eat outdoors then? It’s quite a lovely day.” Not waiting for an answer the girl headed outside and started to lay out Tohru’s breakfast on the small patio table.
“Akito’s mother?” Tohru wondered, “did you know her?”
“Oh, no, not really,” The girl had finished setting the table, and gestured for Tohru to come take a seat. “Is there anything more I can get for you, young Mistress?”
Tohru stared down at the table filled with many wonderful foods, many of them sweets picked out personally by Akito. “No, really, this is too much, would you like to join me, I can’t eat all of this food by myself.”
“No, thank you, I have my duties to attend to, so if there is nothing else that you need,”
“Well, actually, could you tell me your name?” Tohru smiled,
The girl smiled back, over her shoulder as she headed to the door. “My name is Yoshiya Sohma.”
“YOU’RE A SOHMA?“ Tohru blubbered, happily.
“Well, that’s what they tell me,” The girl teased, “I’ll be back to pick up your dishes in a bit.”
With that, the pretty girl left the room, leaving the goofy faced Tohru to stare at her food.
HATORI *
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING? SHE MOVED OUT??” Kyo roared, at the top of his little kitty lungs. “WHY WOULD SHE DO A DUMB THING LIKE THAT?”
Removing the needle containing Kyo’s blood sample from the cat’s tiny body, Hatori once again found himself debating how much information he wanted to disclose. Being the Sohma stuck in the middle of everything wasn’t always pleasant. Especially, when you were dealing with an angry Kyo.
“Well, apparently, Tohru just felt that it was time for her to move on.” Hatori soothed, even to his own ears it sounded insincere.
“Why didn’t anyone stop her?” Kyo asked, pouncing up on a bookshelf in order to be eye to eye with Hatori. He knew damn well the doctor was full of shit.
“Shigure did try, Kyo, but once Tohru’s mind was made up, she wouldn’t listen to reason.”
“So, why didn’t that damn Yuki stop her then?” Kyo spoke the one question Hatori had hoped to avoid.
“Yuki had an asthma attack. He’s staying at the Sohma hospital for a few days.” Hatori answered honestly.
“Sohma Hospital? Oh, you mean your office. It’s not exactly a hospital, Hatori” Kyo mocked.
A look of irritation crossed Hatori’s face. He would have loved to have been allowed to work in a real hospital, with normal people, but he had his responsibilities to the family.
“Kyo.” Kazuma lectured, “Do not show such disrespect to Hatori. He’s taken the day away from his practice to come and tend to you. I would have thought that I raised you better.”
“You’re right, Father. I apologize for speaking so disrespectfully, Hatori.” Kyo humbled, jumping down onto the coffee table, and then again to the floor. “It’s just I feel like I’ve been stuck in this stupid, puny, cat body forever. It’s annoying. That and I‘m worried about Tohru. Knowing that girl, she probably moved back into a tent and has been abducted by some sick pervert, by now.”
“Now, now, Kyo. I am sure that Miss Honda is fine.” Kazuma calmed.
“Well, she will be, once I find her and drag her ass back home. I’ll see you later Pops.” Kyo said and headed for the Kitty door.
“Hold up Kyo.” Kuzuma called after him. “You could be very ill, you’re not going anywhere.”
Kyo stopped, and turned back, a scowl of impatience painted on his face.
“It’s alright Kazuma.” Hatori jumped in, “I don’t believe Kyo’s transformation has anything to do with his health. I need to check this blood sample to make sure, but I have a pretty good idea that Kyo will transform back, eventually.”
“EVENTUALLY! WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” Kyo grumbled. “Whatever, I don’t even want to know. I’m out of here.”
Kyo exited, via his special door, and Kazuma turned to Hatori expectantly.
“So, if he’s not ill, what’s wrong with him?”
“I seems our young Kyo is suffering from an extreme case of first love.” Hatori joked, and proceeded to pack up his medical instruments. “As I recall, it can be pretty rough the first time out.” Thoughts of Kana danced through Hatori’s head, but he chased them away, before they could take root.
“I see, is it her, Tohru Honda?” Kazuma queried, a touch of fatherly pride surfacing in his eyes.
“You really need to ask that?”
“Well, he didn’t talk about her to me. Until you arrived, he wouldn’t talk about anything. I really like that girl, she could be a good match for him.” Kazuma decided.
“Since when has love ever been that easy,” Hatori sighed. “Kyo has fallen in love with Tohru, but then, so has Yuki.”
“Oh yes, suddenly I remember why love sucks,” Kazuma laughed, shaking his head as he thought of his own first love.
“Yes, it certainly can, and it tends to be extremely more so when you’re of Sohma blood.”
“That would be a given. Does the girl know?” Kazuma asked, but then answered his own question. “It’s why she moved out, is it?”
“It‘s a bit more complicated then that, I’m afraid. I feel sorry for Tohru, she doesn’t appear to realize the power she has over the Sohma men. It’s truly astonishing, how one girl can be so blind.” Hatori picked up his black medical bag. “I had better be getting back to the main house. I need to check on how Yuki is getting along, and Akito has something he needs to speak with me about.”
“Ah… Akito, I have been meaning to ask, how has he been feeling?”
“Strangely, our Akito seems to be doing very well.”
“Really? That’s unexpected. You know Hatori, I hate bringing this up, but as I am sure you realize…” Kazuma stopped, he knew that Akito’s future was unavoidable. He even felt that if anyone ever deserved such a curse it was the coldhearted Akito Sohma, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“I know, Kazuma, the time has come for Akito to take a bride,” and once again a soft smile covered Hatori’s cheeks.
“Hatori, you’re smiling? I know Akito can be a real bastard at times, but surely you aren‘t happy about this.”
“Oh no,” and a quite laugh escaped Hatori, shocking Kazuma with it’s inappropriateness. “You have me wrong. I, certainly, do not find favor in thinking of Akito’s inevitable demise. My joy comes in imagining the poor boy in love.”
“Akito in love? Impossible. I, rather, think you should pity the poor girl who is arranged into a marriage with him.”
“That’s just it. I don’t think an arranged marriage will be necessary. I think that Akito may have found someone. You should come by the main house and see for yourself. The change is remarkable.”
“You don’t say, and you’re completely certain that this person is female? I’ve been worried, for a while now, that Akito fancied Yuki, the way he obsesses over him.”
“Don’t even joke about that, Kazuma, between Ayame, Shigure, and Haru‘s little bi tendencies. Should it turn out that Akito’s gay, I will be leaving this family to its own devices.”
SHIGURE *
“Breakfast time, breakfast time, all for me…” Making his sleepy way towards the kitchen, Shigure suddenly remembered that he was alone in the house. “Oh… it’s so very sad… I forgot… I’ve been abandoned.”
Entering the kitchen, he made a noisy show of searching the cupboards for something, edible, that he might be capable of preparing. Spotting a box of sugar cereal his eyes lit up.
“Come to me, my sweet little box of joy.” He sung, childishly, and stood on the tips of his toes to reach for the cereal box. Upon retrieving the box, his face fell. “It’s awfully light.” Shaking the box, close to his ear, he frowned. “It couldn’t be.” He proceeded to open the box, and peer inside, “Empty, I‘ll surly starve?” He tossed the box in the trash, and was about to return to his scavenger hunt, when he heard a loud knock coming from the front door.
“Company!” He pranced happily into the living room to open the door.
“Gure. I’ve come because I heard the terrible news.” The platinum haired, Ayame, flounced inside, carrying a bag of fast food, and some drinks. “How are you holding up?”
“Aya… you angel, you’ve come to my rescue… Is that breakfast for me?”
“Well, of course, I heard you were left alone, and I know how helpless you can be.”
“Oh, Aya, you always know exactly what I need. I’ve been so lonely without Tohru around.”
“Yes, and Yuki and Kyo right.” Ayame added.
“Yes, of course, them too. Can we eat now?”
WHITE HARU *
Waking in Yuki’s arms, Haru smiled softly. Yuki was holding him so tightly, and his face was so close. Haru felt his heartbeat quicken. His desire growing. His black, wilder, self begging to be set free.
“You’re so very beautiful, Yuki.” Haru said, under his breath, and was surprised when Yuki tightened his arms to pull him closer.
“Are you awake?” Haru questioned, and was disappointed when Yuki did not respond. “Sure, of course you are asleep. If you were awake, you wouldn’t be holding me like this.”
‘You should kiss him.’ the thought surfaced, and Haru knew it was a manifestation of his darker side, still the idea wasn’t without it’s own merit. Kiss Yuki? It was unbearable how much he wanted to; and with Yuki’s lips right there, inches away, would he ever get such a perfect chance again? Yes, he could do it. He wanted to do it so bad. He needed to feel Yuki’s lips beneath his own.
Before he could change his mind, Haru moved in. Placing his lips lightly upon Yuki’s soft mouth, Haru felt a brilliant shiver pass though his soul. It was incredible, perfect, amazing. Within his chest, Haru’s heart was pounding so loud, he was certain he would die, right there on the spot. He was just as certain that he wouldn’t mind if he did. Dying in Yuki’s arms would most assuredly be just fine. Threading his fingers in Yuki’s baby soft silver hair, Haru, oh so slowly, deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped Yuki, and Haru pulled back, torn between his desire and the knowledge that he was taking advantage of the one person he would never, intentionally, disrespect.
Catching his breath, Haru stared down at Yuki’s sweet lips. The boy still appeared to be sleeping, but a soft blush was slowly creeping along his cheeks. The sight of it drove Haru over the edge.
BLACK HARU *
Haru dove back in, and this time the kiss was one hundred times more passionate. Haru felt Yuki move in his arms and again Haru pulled back, wanting more, but waiting.
“Miss Honda,” The whisper hit Haru like hammer, his heart wrenching, he held his breath, and sent out a silent prayer, ‘He didn’t just say that. I just imagined that. Please, Yuki, you didn’t mean that.’
Yuki’s arms tightened around Haru neck, “I love you so much…” Yuki mumbled in his half sleep, “Tohru, you’re it. You are the only one…”
“You idiot.” Black Haru reared up in anger. Knocking Yuki away from him, and barreling out of the bed.
“Haru?” Yuki said, sitting up, and shaking the sleep from his head. “What happened? What’s the matter?”
“Yuki,” Haru groaned, eyes filling with tears. “Why do you love her so much? You‘re such a stupid jerk…”
For a moment, both boys locked eyes, neither sure what to say.
Then Haru turned, pushed open the door, and sprinted away.
TOHRU *
Tohru stood in her small, private garden. From her vantage point, behind an ivy covered tall fence, she had a limited view of the main grounds. She could see out, just a bit, but suspected that others would have a more difficult time trying to see in.
“Yuki,” She sighed, painfully, as thoughts of the violet eyed Sohma bombarded her mind. This morning she had found herself constantly thinking of her dear friend. Of course, she had also thought about Kyo, but for some reason it was the delicate little rat that was demanding all of her attention.
“It’s because he was so ill, when I saw him last. I’m just worried about him, that’s all.” Her mind pictured the boy, as he was the last time that she saw him. His body naked and beautiful, his face a mask of anger and pain. Closing her eyes, she tried to force away the tears that threatened. “I won’t cry.” She begged, fighting herself for control.
Opening her eyes, a few moments later, she saw caught of glimpse of Haru as he bolted across the grounds toward the main gate.
“Har..” she started to call out, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. ‘No, he can’t know that I am staying here. No one can know.’ Tohru scurried away from the fence and into her room.
Just as she entered, there was a knock on the door.
“Tohru Honda?” Akito called out from behind the door.
Smiling happily, Tohru hurried to the door and slid it open.
“Akito, I am so happy to see you.”
“Can I come in?” Akito asked politely.
“Oh, yes… I mean, of course, this is your house and all.” Tohru stumbled over her own feet, in her effort to step aside, so that Akito could enter.
“Yes,” Akito said, sliding the door closed behind him. “but for now on, it’s your house too. Remember that.”
“Is it really, okay?” Tohru asked doubtfully, “I mean, if the others find out.”
“They won’t,” Akito promised, walking through the room and out to the garden, “What do you think of the garden? It’s comforting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful.” Tohru assured him, and followed him outside. “It’s like a dream.”
“It was my mother’s favorite place.” Akito told her, sadness touching his eyes.
“Your mother? Is she alive? I mean, I’ve never heard about…” Tohru caught herself in mid-sentence afraid of saying too much. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“It’s okay,” Akito smiled softly at Tohru, “She didn’t die, or anything like that. She’s alive and living in England. Happily married, or so I hear, with two young sons.”
“So you see her then?” Tohru asked, still somehow certain that this was a difficult subject for him.
“No, I don’t.” Akito told Tohru, as he took a seat upon the grass, patting the ground beside him, his way of asking Tohru to sit. “She doesn’t know that I exist.”
As requested, Tohru planted herself next to him, her eyes rimming with tears. “It was like Momiji’s mother, wasn’t it?”
“Not really. It’s pretty pitiful actually. To her, I was the representation of evil. My father died before I was born, and my mother, she just went crazy with grief. It’s like she saw me as the heart of the Sohma curse.” Akito’s words were laced with years of pain. Feeling tired, he laid back in the grass, and closed his eyes.
“Akito, I feel so sorry for you.” Laying down on her side, Tohru’s heart was full of sadness for the young head of the Sohma family. It was no wonder that he turned out the way that he did. For a while, she just watched over him. Her curiosity about the Sohma’s looming heavy on her mind. “Would you like to talk more about it, Akito? I don‘t mind listening.”
Akito said nothing for awhile, but Tohru waited patiently.
“I don’t know.” Akito admitted at last, “I’ve never really talked about it.”
“I think I understand, but I think that you should try. I would really like to know more about you.” Tohru told him, and was shocked when she noticed a tiny tear that was falling from Akito’s tightly closed eyelids. ‘He’s crying.’
Her heartbreaking, Tohru leaned over and wiped the tear from Akito’s cheek, but then quickly, self consciously, pulled her hand away. ‘What am I doing? This is Akito Sohma. What will he think of me?’
In a flash, Akito captured her hand within his, making Tohru‘s heart jump. Putting her hand to his mouth, he placed a soft kiss upon it.
“Someday, I will tell you everything, Tohru Honda, but for now do you mind just staying by my side?”
Finding herself without words. Tohru reclined back on the grass. Silently, she continued to hold Akito’s hand in hers, as she watched the sun, slowly, fading from the blue summer sky.
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Please let me know what you think. I, probably, still have 4 or so more chapters, could be even longer, before I reach my end. Hope you don’t mind. See you in Chapter 11.