Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Skinny-Dipping: Hatori's Remedy ❯ Of Kissing in Bed, Doctoring a Patient, and a Tasty Breakfast ( Chapter 9 )

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By: bugaboo107
It was his duty as the family doctor. The stoic family doctor. His other option was to disobey and suffer the consequences, which he did not want to think about. The day that left Hatori blind in his left eye played through his mind. Each painful segment made his heart clutch¡ªwhen the porcelain vase came down upon his face. The red liquid that spilled from within him. Trickling down his face, onto the cold marble floor.

As cold as his heart became thereafter.

Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 406 | Status: Work In Progress

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WARNING: There are “almost”lemonsin the following chapter. What would a romantic story be without it? (Okay, scratch that, I am all about abstinence, but I couldn't help but put a little somethinginto this story…)
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Hatori's Remedy presents:
Chapter 9:
The night was silent except for the chirping of the crickets and the chill, summer breeze that ran through the forest. Hatori closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair on the porch as he took a long drag on his cigarette. What had happened these few days? Tohru and he had just returned from the city back to the countryside. The countryside, where he belonged. It was slow-paced, at a pace he could understand.
The city air was too thick for his liking. Everything seemed too… cosmopolitan, too young, too frivolous, even if he did like the change once in awhile. He liked to be surrounded by people and not be alone. Plus, if Tohru liked it, so did he. She was his muse, his calling, his love.
It was Sunday night and he would have to return to the main house tomorrow. He had business to attend to. Akito. He had to. It was his duty as the family doctor. The stoic family doctor. His other option was to disobey and suffer the consequences, which he did not want to think about. The day that left Hatori blind in his left eye played through his mind. Each painful segment made his heart clutch—when the porcelain vase came down upon his face. The red liquid that spilled from within him. Trickling down his face, onto the cold marble floor.
As cold as his heart became thereafter.
Justifiably, he was allowed to hate Akito with utter abhorrence for what she did to him, but he didn't. He never did. He never hated her for being herself.
It was part of her nature as “god” to do such things. He had accepted his fate to a degree. Even if it had left him scarred.
This evening had been gracious. Tohru had insisted on making dinner back at home for him. Together, in the kitchen, they created Chinese chicken stir-fry, his new favorite food. He had put his skills to the test, cutting various vegetables, Tohru by his side, encouraging him and praising him.
It was an educational and fun experience.
Their meal was quiet and contemplative, an occasion glance at one another, resulting in lots of blushing and sanguine smiles.
Hatori opened his eyes and glanced across the dim panorama in front of him. It was a perfect match to the interior of his heart. Shadowy and unfathomable.
It had been.
His heart was opening up. Like the moon shimmering down on the forest, giving the leaves a soft, eerie glow.
Thanks to Tohru.
He had her to thank.
He looked to her window and saw a soft moonlight glistening off the dark curtains that fluttered outside in the gentle breeze.
Hatori stood up and walked into the house. In a few strides, he went to the second floor landing, turned and stood in front of Tohru's room. He fought off his conscious and entered to brightly lit room. He moved near the bed and smiled down at the sleeping girl. His shadow cast upon her, dark and stiff. She was beautiful in the light's glow, every strand of her hair placed on the pillow, her dark, thick eyelashes motionless, her breathing steady and muted, and most importantly, all of her soft features. Tohru exuded perfection.
He walked to the window and slid it almost shut, leaving it slightly open for air.
Hatori leaned down to place a soft kiss on his beautiful angel's brow. Her nose wriggled and she opened her eyes. Before he could open his mouth to apologize to her for waking her up, she whispered, “Please stay with me tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hai.”
With slight hesitation, he strode to the other side of the bed and sat down soundlessly.
He was too heated for the blanket and was afraid that if he was too close to her, he might do something unacceptable to the vow that he had made.
He put his one of his hands behind his head and sighed. Could he just lay like this forever with Tohru?
Tohru looked over at the wistful man beside her. Sometimes he seemed so sad, but today she had seen his other side. She loved it. She hoped to see it again.
Seeing Hatori shiver subconsciously, Tohru pulled the blanket from under him and draped it across his body. She closed the air between them as she moved her body closer to his.
Tohru reached for his free hand and held in both of hers. She brought it up to her lips as though it was the Holy Grail, kissing the center of Hatori's palm delicately.
Her eyes moved back up to Hatori's and she smiled to see the genuine love in his eyes. A smile lit across her face.
“I love you so much Hatori.”
Anything he planned to say (or at least thought of saying) dissolved. He pulled her close to his body, feeling the softness of her breasts graze the side of his chest. He hung his arm between her neck and shoulder blade, his fingers running through her hair. He brought his arm from under his head to her waist and pulled her up to eye level with him as he leaned on his side to kiss her. His lips pressed gently against hers, relying back how he felt to hear those precious words.
Kami, how he wanted to push her under him and release his yearning. He wanted to be inside of her. To feel her tighten around him and scream his name. He wanted to feel the rush, over and over again until they were both spent. He wanted to make love to her until she collapsed in his arms from bliss and exhaust. He wanted and needed her badly.
But not now.
She responded to this kiss by parting her lips and allowing him entrance into her. His tongue explored the cavernous space. They played with passion for a long time until they could no longer breathe. The parted just long enough to inhale a deep breath. Tohru's limps felt limp as she engaged in the fiery duel. Hatori's hands continued to stroke her long, silky tresses. Tohru moved her fingers to caress his hair. She brushed his bangs out of his eyes and her heart clenched. She suppressed the whimper at the sight. It was a sign of his dark past that she wanted to erase. Tohru's hips bucked and their sexes met each other with haste.
Hatori wrapped his leg over hers and held the position, wanting to get closer with each suckle at her luscious, full lips. Hatori felt as though he was one cloud nine, their covered sex so close to each other. His need was so burning that he felt that his lips (and groin) were on fire. Tohru placed her fidgety hands on his stable chest as it heaved slightly from their contact. The feel of his hard muscles and smooth skin through the thin tee made her mind melt.
Subconsciously her fingers tweaked his nipple through the undershirt. Hatori grunted softly. He said between kisses, “If you do that again, I might do something that I shouldn't. At least not now.”
Tohru said nothing, but her mind smirk coyly at the thought. Just like Shigure's book that she had read nights ago. Where did it go anyways? Did it matter?
No.
She gave all of her energy into the passionate kiss. She wanted Hatori as much as he wanted her.
Hatori broke from the kiss and looked at her, his arms running up and down her cool arms that were exposed to the room's chill. Without words, he moved his hands to the bottom hem of her tank top and pulled it up. He wanted to see her.
He wanted to feel her skin without being hindered by the wilderness and on-lookers. Tohru acquiesced and put her arms up to allow Hatori to remove her top. She wouldn't need this for what he planned to do with her. He gazed pensively down at her, contemplating all the things he could do to her. But not tonight.
Tonight, he would take it slow.
His lips moved to her neck and suckled softly until he left a permanent mark. The skin was so soft and vulnerable. Her moans and hands now at is back persisted him forward. Hatori could feel her body relax under his touch. Good. She was no longer “afraid” of his touch. He was so happy. His chest felt it was about to explode with ecstasy.
He continued to kiss down her neck, past her collarbone, to the swell of her perfectly rounded breasts. They were lovely. His hands cupped them as he moved his to kiss the taut nipple. It tightened under his ministrations. Beautiful. Tohru moaned in response, it felt so good her body wanted to shout. Her eyes squeezed shut as she relaxed to the same caresses to the other breast, before moving to her breastbone and placing a sloppy kiss on it. He could see her chest rising up and down. It could hear the faint pulsing of her heart.
He is wonderful, she thought.
Her body seemed to beckon his touches. She writhed slightly under his touch. “Are you sure, Tohru.”
“Hai, Ha'ri.”
Hearing his nickname coming out of her mouth spurred him forth. He hadn't felt this passionate in… forever. He continued to place kissed randomly all over the expanses of her creamy skin, which seemed to tingle at each touch. It was as though his hands and lips belonged on the planes of her skin.
He paused for just a second to admire her body when he felt a soft tug at his sleeves. Without any words, he lifted his arms just enough for her to remove his shirt.
He hadn't shown anyone his chest (unless it was by accident). The dragon was self-conscious.
Go figure.
Hatori was hard muscle all over. From the men that she around her (swimming, accidental transformations, accidental openings of the bathroom door), his body was perfect. Incomparable to anyone else. It was smooth and unblemished; lean and taut, its bronze color was not something she expected from the `sheltered' doctor. She would ask him some other time, but now she was too busy.
His tongue traveled down to her navel and kissed around it before returning upward. He finally landed on her lips and held her in his arms. He abandoned all control and brought his yearning lips back to hers. This time was more passionate than before. Tohru moaned exuberantly, filling the room with sounds of passion.
Tohru arched her back, almost touching his chest. They both leaned on their sides in the deep, fiery kiss.
At last they broke away, legs still tangled in the duel of lips and limbs. They breathed heavily, their faces glowing with sweat and bliss, lit by the soft moonlight's glow. Sex by moonlight. That sounded great.
They lay together, Tohru's head in the crook of Hatori's arm, as she listened to his heart beat slow down. The sound was calming, relaxing, like a lullaby. Hatori laid his neck on Tohru's head, clutching her body close to him, as if she was a support. He brought her still bandaged palm to his lips and kissed it delicately. I hope this heals soon. Just like my heart has.
Hatori had never needed someone or loved someone as much as he did now.
They closed their eyes and fell asleep, still embraced in a gather like two lovebirds, unable to release their unbridled passion for one another. Their hands were clasped each others, held to their chests.
Their hearts.
Pumping with vivacity and life.
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Hatori was the first to wake up on Monday.Monday, his mind said again. Today, he had to return to the main house. He had to go about his tedious day taking care of Akito.
And leave Tohru behind.
He continued to hold her in the light embrace, her head still laying on his chest. He brought his hand to her face and swiped the tendrils of hair back behind her ears. They were both still naked. They hadn't bothered to get dressed again after their night together.
They hadn't done anything, but it had been just as satisfying. If not more.
The slowness brought out the passion between them. It allowed them to explore each other's bodies, to probe, and enjoy.
Her arms pressed her breasts together, and Hatori moaned slightly. He burned for her.
He looked at the clock behind her and it read 5:30. This was around the time he usually woke up for his jog and shower. He knew that Tohru was an early bird, but didn't want to wake her up from her sleep. He closed his eyes and held her.
A few minutes later, Tohru moved slightly in his arms, stretching her aching muscles before opening her eyes. It felt so good to be held, WHAT?
Tohru opened her eyes and saw him.
A small smile played upon his sensuous lips and he uttered, “Good morning, Tohru.”
“Hai, good morning to you to, Hatori.”
She tried to wriggle away to head downstairs, but Hatori held her tightly. His eyes were open and emotion burned within them. Something new.
“Tohru, you know I have to go back to the main house to take care of Akito.”
Tohru knew this, and dreaded the thought of Hatori not being with her, but responded, ”Hai, I know.” Her head bend downward, trying to hide her disappointment. Hatori probably wouldn't come back again. He was too busy. She had probably wasted his time when he came over to `watch over' her while the others were gone, he was probably doing his job as the `family doctor'. It had been an eventful weekend, one she would remember forever, but would he? He had said that he cared for her, but maybe only for the weekend, he had wanted her to feel happy. He had provided her with companionship, another helping hand. The kiss was probably a friendship kiss, if there was such a thing. Everything that had transpired this weekend was mere events—one after another, nothing important.
Tohru shut her eyes closed tightly, ready to hear the callous words that would bring her to tears, `I won't be back.'
Instead she heard, “Can I come back again tonight?”
Tohru opened her eyes. Did he say what she thought he said? That he would be returning? Her mouth parted slightly and immediately Hatori stammered, “I-I'm sorry, never mind, I shouldn't intrude upon you.”
“OF COURSE!” Tohru shouted excitedly, hugging Hatori in a careful position, placing a fat, sloppy kiss on his smoothly shaven cheek.
Tohru's heart hummed in pure bliss. He would be back tonight!
“Let's head downstairs and make breakfast together before I go.”
“Hai, I have to make you a bento for lunch too. I'll make myself one too.”
“I'm helping,” Hatori commanded.
“Hai.”
Hatori caught her in his lap before she got off the bed; her derriere pressed softly into his groin.
Hatori moaned into her ears, “You feel so good against me.”
Tohru secretly blushed, but he didn't see, because he was too busy nibbling on her neck, giving it the same treatment that he had the previous night. He moved her long hair to one side of her shoulder and whispered, “Ummmmm.”
When he paused for a breath, to look at his deed, Tohru bounced off and when to the corner of her room where her nightshirt and green plaid shorts had been carefully thrown the previous night. She tugged it over her body before running to the threshold.
“Let's see who can get to the kitchen first,” she teased.
Hatori picked up his shirt on the ground beside the bed and ran after her. A little nymph, eh?
He desperately wished he could carry her, like a normal man. To hug, have intimate touches with his girlfriend. Tohru reached the bottom of the stairs before him, but Hatori reached the kitchen first because he scared her from behind, earning him a surprised yelp.
“Gotcha, Tohru.”
Hatori went directly to the refrigerator and pulled out a cartoon of eggs, some Chinese sausages, and some wheat bread from the grocery store.
“I am going to make you a simple, Western-style breakfast, because I am still full from yesterday's delicious meal. No objections,” Hatori said, putting his slender finger up to Tohru's mouth.
Tohru's lips protruded slightly and give it a small kiss, before her mouth turned into a sumptuous smile. One that drove Hatori into the feral dragon that he was.
Hatori turned to the cabinet and pulled out a large bowl and whisk.
Tohru smiled at the thought that he acted as though it was his house. He knew where everything was as he deftly whipped the eggs, his biceps rippling through the thin shirt. He had remembered all the locations of things that she had shown him yesterday.
“Can I help?”
“Yep, you can dice up the sausages.”
Tohru grabbed the cutting board that leaned against the backsplash tiles of the kitchen, gave it a rinse, and set it down. She opened the fresh package and diced it with the sharp knife. Busy dreaming about the man beside her and their previous night, her knife slipped and cut the side of her first finger, the one she used to hold the meat in place.
Tohru breathed in deeply and Hatori looked over. She saw her pained expression and looked down to her hand. The blood flowed out freely, its dark crimson color dying her finger. Before panic could set in, for the both of them, Hatori gently grasp her hand and brought the bleeding finger to his lips.
He sucked the blood in, a trick he had learned while studying at college, it was the best way to sanitize the cut and stop the flow.
Tohru looked surprised, but stayed calm.
With her finger still in his mouth, Hatori brought Tohru over to the downstairs bathroom. The one that had started off his `visit', the incident with the spilled strawberries.
He opened the medicine cabinet, found the first-aid kit and pulled out a small-sized bandage.
He sat Tohru down on the edge of the bathtub and pulled her finger out of his mouth.
“I have to put on some of this spray so that it doesn't get further infected. It might hurt a bit, but it's okay. Okay?”
She nodded quickly before squeezing her eyes tight together. He sprayed and put the bandage on quickly.
“Done.”
Tohru prudently opened her eyes and looked. As good as new. Hatori had prevented any blood from leaking down her finger. She was grateful to him.
So I am a vampire, Hatori thought broodingly.
“Thank you, Ha'ri.”
“You're welcome.”
He kissed her on the cheeks before standing up.
“You'd better go sit on the couch and relax while I finish cooking.”
Tohru opened her mouth to protest, but Hatori furrowed his brow slightly and smiled.
“Doctor's orders.”
Pulling Tohru up by her unblemished hand, he brought her to the couch and laid her down.
He strolled into the kitchen and began his work.
He erased any trace of the blood and finished chopping the sausages before pouring them into the whipped eggs. He took out an iron skillet, turned on the stove, and poured the mix into the pan with oil and salt.
He hoped Tohru would enjoy this meal. It was the least he could do for all her terrific cooking.
“Smells good,” Tohru called out, as the smell of scrambled eggs permeated the house. While it simmered in the pan. Hatori pulled out four slices of wheat bread and set out another pan. He toasted them slightly and placed two slices on each plate. Using the spatula, he put the scrambled eggs on the side. Everything had come out perfectly.
Pouring two tall glasses of orange juice, he took two trips to bring the food to the cocktail table in the living room. “Let's eat.”
The clinking of forks on the plate soon ended, as they finished the remainders of their breakfast.
“That was delicious, Hatori. Why did you learn to cook like that?”
“I didn't really learn. I lived with a bunch of other guys in an apartment in college, and we picked up different things. It's pretty easy, nothing compared to the dishes you make.”
Tohru blushed at the compliment, “Thank you, Ha-san.”
“Do you need me to stay with you today… I mean I can reschedule the appointments…”
“No, you are going to work today Hatori Sohma,” Tohru said resolutely, “Don't worry about me.”
Hatori pouted his lips before saying, “I wish I could spend every second of the day with you, Tohru.”
“Me too, but now you are off. The earlier you go to work, the earlier you can come home, right.”
Pondering the idea, Hatori nodded.
“Oops, I have to make you a bento before you go to work, Docter Sohma. We don't want you getting sick.”
“It's okay Tohru, you don't have to, at least not today, because of your finger. Anyways, I had a great big breakfast, I'll be fine. Plus, I'm coming home early today, remember?” Hatori said, using different hand gestures to support his point—swirling his finger, rubbing his full stomach, and pretending to drive.
“Are you sure Hatori? I can whip up a simple meal---“
“Positive, but promise me I'll get one tomorrow.”
“Hai.”
Hatori went to Shigure's room to find clean clothing for a day's work. He opened his suitcase and found a black polo shirt and gray slacks. The sun seemed like it was going to pour down tons of heat, so it would be best to dress for the occasion. Hatori didn't even bother to look into the mirror. He didn't need to. He was well-aware that he exuded an unusual color in his face, cheerful and airy—something so contrary to him. Tohru was his mirror when she kissed him on the cheek. If she was happy, he was too.
Hatori returned to the living room where Tohru was waiting next to the threshold.
“Okay, then I'm off. I'll be home before you know it.”
“I'll be waiting.”
Hatori strode over to Tohru and captured her in a potent, fierce kiss. She responded back fervently, her touch probing the sides of his mouth. Hatori kissed of the remains of her orange juice on her moist lips before separating.
“Yum,” he said before walking down the porch steps to his car. He got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. He waved back to the petite girl still wearing her pajamas and she waved back excitedly before he drove out of the parking area. God how he wished he could stay with her today. Tomorrow. Forever.
He couldn't wait to be back. Plus, did he call this place his home minutes ago? It was beginning to have that feel.
Yes, it was.
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Sorry about the cut and the blood. It fit in perfectly, Hatori being the doc and all.
Hatori ischanging, eh? I love it. I love it. I love it.
What will happen??? Tune in next time. Please, please comment (150 readers, 5 comments… this is unacceptable, people!, as my stats show…)!
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