Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ Mother's Day ( Chapter 11 )
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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 | Updated On: 11.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 839 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.10.2003 | Updated On: 11.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 839 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, but you knew that, didn’t you?
Hello Again, you are all so nice to me with your reviews. Thank you, I hope you know that they really help. They allow me to keep pushing myself, even when I am tired and want to just veg out and watch Rurouni Kenshin episodes over and over until I‘m dreaming of red haired boys and cross shaped scars. Kenshin, yummy... Hee hee, if I ever get through this Fruits Basket fic, maybe I will write one for Kenshin.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART ELEVEN - MOTHER’S DAY
YOUNG AKITO *
A heavy fog camouflages his mother’s small garden. At nearly six years old, Akito still possesses an innocent heart. It is a troubled heart, lonely, and dejected; but he carries hope with him every step that he takes, somewhat like other children might keep a blanket or an invisible playmate.
Cousin Hatori came to live with them recently, he is already studying to be a doctor. He told Akito that he would be his personal physician one day, whatever that is. Akito likes cousin Hatori, a lot. Unlike the other family members, who tend to avoid him - for reasons a child could not begin to understand - Hatori is kind to him. This morning, at breakfast, he showed Akito a calendar. Hatori told him that it was Mother’s day. He even helped Akito to make mother this present, a handmade card that the boy clutches tenderly, being careful not to damage the pretty glitter that lays embedded in a sticky white glue.
“Mommy, Mommy, look! I made this for you, it’s a card.” The child runs to her, stands staring up at her, expectantly.
“Cousin Hatori told me that today is the day that we should honor our mothers. I made this card, especially for you, Mommy.” His mother stares down at him, she sets aside the worn, rose colored, book that she is always writing in, and reaches out to take the card from him. The child is impressed with himself, he doesn’t notice the strange way that she handles it, as if it is something contaminated, something dirty.
‘Surely now, mother will love me.’ The child tells himself, and grins up at her, ‘This card is a magic card. I made it myself, with pretty pink glitter. I took it to the shrine and prayed that it be blessed. I meditated for an entire hour, promised to be good forever. I even promised to be nice to that awful Yuki, even though I don’t like him so much. The first day that Yuki moved into the main house he was mean to me. He told me that he doesn’t want to live here. He said that he’s afraid of mommy. He said that mommy is crazy. Mommy’s not crazy. She’s just really sad. That’s what cousin Hatori told me, and cousin Hatori wouldn’t lie. She’s just sad, cause she misses daddy.”
Akito’s mother is beautiful, tall and delicate, with flowing black hair that reaches to the back of her knees. She is fragile and heartbroken; forever mourning the man she cannot be with, and now there is this child, this dreadful, terrible child. The child who so resembles that man, her husband, Kosuke Sohma. The child’s father. She had loved the man, unconditionally, despite the fact that Kosuke did not love her back. He had been so stunningly beautiful. He was much prettier then any girl. His eyes were dazzlingly, like delicate drops of jade, and his voice was so soft, it was like warm vanilla mixed with cinnamon. He was so very charming, on the surface. Deep down, he was completely empty, a cold hearted, self centered man. He loved only himself, he married her only, because his family forced him into it. Their romance ended the moment that she became pregnant. Even before they were married, the bastard was having an affair. It was with his own cousin’s wife.
As she takes the card from Akito’s tiny hands, her fingers sink into the wet glue. She can’t stand the feel of it. She flings it away.
“Get it out of here,” she shrieks, stepping back from the hateful child, “take that thing and leave me.”
“Mommy!” Akito cries, “but mommy, why?” Akito grabs onto his mother’s red satin robe trying to hide his face in it.
“Stay away from me, you freak,” the woman screams at him, pulling back quickly to send the boy flying to the ground. “I hate you, you’re disgusting, get out of my sight, you ugly child.”
AKITO *
With a soft cry, Akito lunges out of his dream. It’s dark outside now, the stars look down upon him in pity. He’s cold, and his body is stiff from sleeping on the ground this way, but his right hand is warm, still held safely in Tohru Honda’s hand. The girl sleeps beside him, they must have both fallen asleep this way. Unexpected, but Akito is thankful. Using his left hand, he clumsily wipes at his eyes, which are wet with tears. ‘What’s happening to me?’ he wonders. ‘I haven’t had that dream for so long.’
Sitting up, Akito careful retrieves his hand from Tohru’s grasp. Standing, and taking a moment to stretch his aching bones. He then bends down, he tucks his hands underneath the sleeping girl, lifting her into his arms. She must have been as worn out as he was, as the movement doesn’t wake her. He carries her inside, and gently places her on the bed, pulling the covers around her snugly. He sits down on the edge of the bed, and for a while he watches her sleep. Finally, he leans over and places a tiny kiss on her forehead, then taking a deep breath, he stands. Regretfully, hating to leave her side, he proceeds down the hall to his own chambers.
KYO *
Kyo was pissed! The security guard held him up by the scruff of his neck; causing his body to, involuntary, jerk into a submissive position. ‘Bastard,’ Kyo thought, as the guard opened the door and tossed him out. ‘I’m a Sohma damn you. My family owns this stupid building, how dare you throw me out.’ Before the door could shut, Kyo ran back into the building. ‘I just need to get to the third floor to see if Tohru is working tonight.’ In a instant, the security guard had scooped him back up, and once again Kyo was hurled out of the building.
“Damn it!” Kyo cursed, under his breath.
Kyo knew that it was doubtful that Tohru was even working tonight. Tonight was Sunday, Tohru’s usual night off. She had Sunday, Monday, and Friday nights off, but sometimes, when she was desperate for money, she would pick up an extra shift. Kyo figured that right now, Tohru had to be pretty desperate for money. ‘Besides that, I don’t know where else to look.’ Kyo pouted. Crossing the street, he climbed up the tallest tree he could find, and did his best to scope out the third floor of the Sohma building.
Kyo knew that Tohru’s two best girlfriends, The Yankee, and The Electric Shock Chick, were both away for the summer. To his knowledge, they were Tohru’s only non-Sohma friends.
He had already visited Tohru’s grandfathers house. He had entered through an open window, on the second floor, and wandered the house in search of Tohru. There was no sign that she was even staying there. That left just one possibility. The stupid girl had moved back to her tent.
“What the hell, Tohru? You couldn’t just move home with your family like a normal girl? You had to make it difficult on me.” Deciding that this was getting him nowhere, Kyo decided to start searching the forest. “And when I find you, Tohru, I’m going to have quite a few things to say to you, so you better be ready.”
YUKI *
Yuki was sitting on a blanket, on the porch, re-reading Gravitation, when Hatori showed up for his evening check up.
“What are you doing out of bed, Yuki?” The Doctor asked, sounding only mildly disapproving.
“I needed some fresh air. I couldn’t stand it, staying in that bed, for even a moment longer.”
“I take it that you’re feeling better?.. As long as you’re sure that you’re up to it.” Hatori said, taking a seat next to the boy, “What’s that book?” he asked, leaning in to read over Yuki’s shoulder.
“Do you mind?” Yuki said, quickly closing the book and stuffing it under the blanket.
“Sorry, sorry. So, if you’re really feeling better, perhaps you would like to join Akito, Momiji, and I for dinner in the main house.” Hatori asked, knowing the answer, but asking anyway.
“Dinner with Akito? I’d rather you just kill me, now.”
“I had a feeling that was what you would say.” Hatori smiled, “I’ll have Momiji bring you out something for dinner then, are you hungry, right now?”
“Not really.”
“What about Haru? Is he still inside?”
“No,” Yuki told him, looking suddenly gloomy. “He left earlier. I guess, I upset him.”
“I see. Yuki, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s going on with you two, anyway?”
Yuki bit his bottom lip, thoughtfully. Trying to decide if he wanted to answer. A part of him wanted to talk to someone about it, and Hatori had always been one of the few people that Yuki didn’t mind talking to, but still it was all so embarrassing.
“I don’t know, Hatori. These last few days, it’s like, I keep doing everything wrong. I keep hurting the people that I love. It’s almost like some nutcase has taken control of me, and is messing up my whole life.” (A.N. - I don’t know what nutcase he might be talking about)
“I understand, Yuki. When you’re in love, things tend to get a little strange at times.”
“So, this is normal?” Yuki asked hopefully.
“Well, it depends. It is still Tohru that you’re in love with, right?”
“Yes, it’s Tohru,” Yuki answered quickly, “why would you even ask that? It’s not like my feelings for Tohru are going to vanish, just because we had some stupid misunderstanding.”
“I see, and what about Haru?” Hatori ventured. He realized that this was dangerous territory, but something inside of him felt, certain, that the boy had something that he needed to get off of his chest.
“Haru?” Yuki sighed, “I don’t know. It seems impossible.”
“What’s impossible?” Hatori probed, wishing the boy would look him in the eyes, instead of staring down at the ground as if in shame.
“Is it possible for me to love Haru, but not be gay?”
“I’m not sure, Yuki. I suppose it depends on the type of love.”
“What do you mean? Type of love?” Yuki moaned, flicking his hair out of his face.
“Do you love Haru like a friend, or do you love him as a lover?” Hatori rationalized, and the doctor was surprised when his own cheeks turned as bright as Yuki’s did.
For awhile they sat in silence, Hatori giving Yuki the time to ponder the question. At last, Yuki took a deep breath, looked Hatori straight in the eye, and voiced his deepest feelings.
“I love Haru. As a friend, of course, but sometimes, I don’t know. It’s the way that he looks at me, it… I don’t know… it moves me.” Yuki closed his eyes then, as he remembered the feel of Haru’s arms. “He makes me feel safe. It’s always been that way, between us… His arms are like a haven… a place where even Akito can’t touch me, and yet… I don’t completely trust in him.”
“I don’t believe that Haru would ever, intentionally, hurt you, Yuki.” Hatori said honestly, staring at the boy in front of him, he was stunned by the intensity of Yuki’s confession.
“Intentionally, no, but still.” With that, Yuki stood up. “It’s getting chilly out here. I’m going in.”
“One second, Yuki.” Hatori got to his feet, he wasn’t satisfied. He followed the boy into the hospital. Yuki crawled into the bed, pulling up the covers, and closing his eyes.
“Yuki? I’m curious. Who do you love more?”
“Who?” Yuki repeated, “I don’t know. I love them both the same, but in different ways.”
“That makes no sense,” Hatori laughed, and was glad to see the, small, smile that surfaced on the boys gentle face.
“Does it have to?” Yuki wondered.
“No, not at all.” Hatori decided, then turned to leave.
“Hatori?” Yuki asked softly.
Halfway out the door, Hatori turned his head back towards the hospital bed. “Yes, Yuki?”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, Yuki. Anytime.”
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Okay, I hope that answers any of your questions about how Yuki feels about Tohru… Glad, I got that off of his chest.
This was such a fun chapter for me to write. I never seem to end up, exactly, where I intend to when I start a chapter, but so far things are still on track.
See you in Chapter 12.
Hello Again, you are all so nice to me with your reviews. Thank you, I hope you know that they really help. They allow me to keep pushing myself, even when I am tired and want to just veg out and watch Rurouni Kenshin episodes over and over until I‘m dreaming of red haired boys and cross shaped scars. Kenshin, yummy... Hee hee, if I ever get through this Fruits Basket fic, maybe I will write one for Kenshin.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART ELEVEN - MOTHER’S DAY
YOUNG AKITO *
A heavy fog camouflages his mother’s small garden. At nearly six years old, Akito still possesses an innocent heart. It is a troubled heart, lonely, and dejected; but he carries hope with him every step that he takes, somewhat like other children might keep a blanket or an invisible playmate.
Cousin Hatori came to live with them recently, he is already studying to be a doctor. He told Akito that he would be his personal physician one day, whatever that is. Akito likes cousin Hatori, a lot. Unlike the other family members, who tend to avoid him - for reasons a child could not begin to understand - Hatori is kind to him. This morning, at breakfast, he showed Akito a calendar. Hatori told him that it was Mother’s day. He even helped Akito to make mother this present, a handmade card that the boy clutches tenderly, being careful not to damage the pretty glitter that lays embedded in a sticky white glue.
“Mommy, Mommy, look! I made this for you, it’s a card.” The child runs to her, stands staring up at her, expectantly.
“Cousin Hatori told me that today is the day that we should honor our mothers. I made this card, especially for you, Mommy.” His mother stares down at him, she sets aside the worn, rose colored, book that she is always writing in, and reaches out to take the card from him. The child is impressed with himself, he doesn’t notice the strange way that she handles it, as if it is something contaminated, something dirty.
‘Surely now, mother will love me.’ The child tells himself, and grins up at her, ‘This card is a magic card. I made it myself, with pretty pink glitter. I took it to the shrine and prayed that it be blessed. I meditated for an entire hour, promised to be good forever. I even promised to be nice to that awful Yuki, even though I don’t like him so much. The first day that Yuki moved into the main house he was mean to me. He told me that he doesn’t want to live here. He said that he’s afraid of mommy. He said that mommy is crazy. Mommy’s not crazy. She’s just really sad. That’s what cousin Hatori told me, and cousin Hatori wouldn’t lie. She’s just sad, cause she misses daddy.”
Akito’s mother is beautiful, tall and delicate, with flowing black hair that reaches to the back of her knees. She is fragile and heartbroken; forever mourning the man she cannot be with, and now there is this child, this dreadful, terrible child. The child who so resembles that man, her husband, Kosuke Sohma. The child’s father. She had loved the man, unconditionally, despite the fact that Kosuke did not love her back. He had been so stunningly beautiful. He was much prettier then any girl. His eyes were dazzlingly, like delicate drops of jade, and his voice was so soft, it was like warm vanilla mixed with cinnamon. He was so very charming, on the surface. Deep down, he was completely empty, a cold hearted, self centered man. He loved only himself, he married her only, because his family forced him into it. Their romance ended the moment that she became pregnant. Even before they were married, the bastard was having an affair. It was with his own cousin’s wife.
As she takes the card from Akito’s tiny hands, her fingers sink into the wet glue. She can’t stand the feel of it. She flings it away.
“Get it out of here,” she shrieks, stepping back from the hateful child, “take that thing and leave me.”
“Mommy!” Akito cries, “but mommy, why?” Akito grabs onto his mother’s red satin robe trying to hide his face in it.
“Stay away from me, you freak,” the woman screams at him, pulling back quickly to send the boy flying to the ground. “I hate you, you’re disgusting, get out of my sight, you ugly child.”
AKITO *
With a soft cry, Akito lunges out of his dream. It’s dark outside now, the stars look down upon him in pity. He’s cold, and his body is stiff from sleeping on the ground this way, but his right hand is warm, still held safely in Tohru Honda’s hand. The girl sleeps beside him, they must have both fallen asleep this way. Unexpected, but Akito is thankful. Using his left hand, he clumsily wipes at his eyes, which are wet with tears. ‘What’s happening to me?’ he wonders. ‘I haven’t had that dream for so long.’
Sitting up, Akito careful retrieves his hand from Tohru’s grasp. Standing, and taking a moment to stretch his aching bones. He then bends down, he tucks his hands underneath the sleeping girl, lifting her into his arms. She must have been as worn out as he was, as the movement doesn’t wake her. He carries her inside, and gently places her on the bed, pulling the covers around her snugly. He sits down on the edge of the bed, and for a while he watches her sleep. Finally, he leans over and places a tiny kiss on her forehead, then taking a deep breath, he stands. Regretfully, hating to leave her side, he proceeds down the hall to his own chambers.
KYO *
Kyo was pissed! The security guard held him up by the scruff of his neck; causing his body to, involuntary, jerk into a submissive position. ‘Bastard,’ Kyo thought, as the guard opened the door and tossed him out. ‘I’m a Sohma damn you. My family owns this stupid building, how dare you throw me out.’ Before the door could shut, Kyo ran back into the building. ‘I just need to get to the third floor to see if Tohru is working tonight.’ In a instant, the security guard had scooped him back up, and once again Kyo was hurled out of the building.
“Damn it!” Kyo cursed, under his breath.
Kyo knew that it was doubtful that Tohru was even working tonight. Tonight was Sunday, Tohru’s usual night off. She had Sunday, Monday, and Friday nights off, but sometimes, when she was desperate for money, she would pick up an extra shift. Kyo figured that right now, Tohru had to be pretty desperate for money. ‘Besides that, I don’t know where else to look.’ Kyo pouted. Crossing the street, he climbed up the tallest tree he could find, and did his best to scope out the third floor of the Sohma building.
Kyo knew that Tohru’s two best girlfriends, The Yankee, and The Electric Shock Chick, were both away for the summer. To his knowledge, they were Tohru’s only non-Sohma friends.
He had already visited Tohru’s grandfathers house. He had entered through an open window, on the second floor, and wandered the house in search of Tohru. There was no sign that she was even staying there. That left just one possibility. The stupid girl had moved back to her tent.
“What the hell, Tohru? You couldn’t just move home with your family like a normal girl? You had to make it difficult on me.” Deciding that this was getting him nowhere, Kyo decided to start searching the forest. “And when I find you, Tohru, I’m going to have quite a few things to say to you, so you better be ready.”
YUKI *
Yuki was sitting on a blanket, on the porch, re-reading Gravitation, when Hatori showed up for his evening check up.
“What are you doing out of bed, Yuki?” The Doctor asked, sounding only mildly disapproving.
“I needed some fresh air. I couldn’t stand it, staying in that bed, for even a moment longer.”
“I take it that you’re feeling better?.. As long as you’re sure that you’re up to it.” Hatori said, taking a seat next to the boy, “What’s that book?” he asked, leaning in to read over Yuki’s shoulder.
“Do you mind?” Yuki said, quickly closing the book and stuffing it under the blanket.
“Sorry, sorry. So, if you’re really feeling better, perhaps you would like to join Akito, Momiji, and I for dinner in the main house.” Hatori asked, knowing the answer, but asking anyway.
“Dinner with Akito? I’d rather you just kill me, now.”
“I had a feeling that was what you would say.” Hatori smiled, “I’ll have Momiji bring you out something for dinner then, are you hungry, right now?”
“Not really.”
“What about Haru? Is he still inside?”
“No,” Yuki told him, looking suddenly gloomy. “He left earlier. I guess, I upset him.”
“I see. Yuki, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s going on with you two, anyway?”
Yuki bit his bottom lip, thoughtfully. Trying to decide if he wanted to answer. A part of him wanted to talk to someone about it, and Hatori had always been one of the few people that Yuki didn’t mind talking to, but still it was all so embarrassing.
“I don’t know, Hatori. These last few days, it’s like, I keep doing everything wrong. I keep hurting the people that I love. It’s almost like some nutcase has taken control of me, and is messing up my whole life.” (A.N. - I don’t know what nutcase he might be talking about)
“I understand, Yuki. When you’re in love, things tend to get a little strange at times.”
“So, this is normal?” Yuki asked hopefully.
“Well, it depends. It is still Tohru that you’re in love with, right?”
“Yes, it’s Tohru,” Yuki answered quickly, “why would you even ask that? It’s not like my feelings for Tohru are going to vanish, just because we had some stupid misunderstanding.”
“I see, and what about Haru?” Hatori ventured. He realized that this was dangerous territory, but something inside of him felt, certain, that the boy had something that he needed to get off of his chest.
“Haru?” Yuki sighed, “I don’t know. It seems impossible.”
“What’s impossible?” Hatori probed, wishing the boy would look him in the eyes, instead of staring down at the ground as if in shame.
“Is it possible for me to love Haru, but not be gay?”
“I’m not sure, Yuki. I suppose it depends on the type of love.”
“What do you mean? Type of love?” Yuki moaned, flicking his hair out of his face.
“Do you love Haru like a friend, or do you love him as a lover?” Hatori rationalized, and the doctor was surprised when his own cheeks turned as bright as Yuki’s did.
For awhile they sat in silence, Hatori giving Yuki the time to ponder the question. At last, Yuki took a deep breath, looked Hatori straight in the eye, and voiced his deepest feelings.
“I love Haru. As a friend, of course, but sometimes, I don’t know. It’s the way that he looks at me, it… I don’t know… it moves me.” Yuki closed his eyes then, as he remembered the feel of Haru’s arms. “He makes me feel safe. It’s always been that way, between us… His arms are like a haven… a place where even Akito can’t touch me, and yet… I don’t completely trust in him.”
“I don’t believe that Haru would ever, intentionally, hurt you, Yuki.” Hatori said honestly, staring at the boy in front of him, he was stunned by the intensity of Yuki’s confession.
“Intentionally, no, but still.” With that, Yuki stood up. “It’s getting chilly out here. I’m going in.”
“One second, Yuki.” Hatori got to his feet, he wasn’t satisfied. He followed the boy into the hospital. Yuki crawled into the bed, pulling up the covers, and closing his eyes.
“Yuki? I’m curious. Who do you love more?”
“Who?” Yuki repeated, “I don’t know. I love them both the same, but in different ways.”
“That makes no sense,” Hatori laughed, and was glad to see the, small, smile that surfaced on the boys gentle face.
“Does it have to?” Yuki wondered.
“No, not at all.” Hatori decided, then turned to leave.
“Hatori?” Yuki asked softly.
Halfway out the door, Hatori turned his head back towards the hospital bed. “Yes, Yuki?”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, Yuki. Anytime.”
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Okay, I hope that answers any of your questions about how Yuki feels about Tohru… Glad, I got that off of his chest.
This was such a fun chapter for me to write. I never seem to end up, exactly, where I intend to when I start a chapter, but so far things are still on track.
See you in Chapter 12.