Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Skinny-Dipping: Hatori's Remedy ❯ Deep Within ( Chapter 17 )

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By: bugaboo107
Something in Hatori snapped. ¡°Why is it that no Sohma can date an outsider or even befriend one? Why is it that we are chained to his estate? We may be possessed by animals, but that should not prevent anyone from engaging in outside activities. We are human!¡±

Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 335 | Status: Work In Progress

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Warning: spoilers about the `God'. A sprinkle of angst too.
Hatori's Remedy presents:
Chapter 17 Deep Inside
At last, they turned into Shigure's driveway.
Hatori clasped Tohru's left hand in his, and shook it a little bit, but she didn't wake. “Tohru? We're here.”
Tohru continued to snore softly. She looked so angelic.
Hatori got out of the car, and went to the passenger side. He opened the door careful that Tohru didn't fall out. He put arm under her thin legs, and his left arm between her backside and the seat. He touched the side of her breast for a better hold. He didn't mean to touch her that way without her consent but then…
Tohru whimpered. “That feels so good.”
Hatori tried to ignore the reaction the words had on him. He grunted as he lifted her lightweight and went up the stairs. He unlocked the door and went upstairs. He crossed to Tohru's room and kicked the door open. Kind of the prince bringing his maiden over the threshold kind of thing, eh?
He carefully placed her in the bed and proceeded to remove her flip-flops. He tucked her in with the blanket and knelt down beside her sleepy head.
“I'm sorry, but I have to go back. Akito needs some help. I'll be back for breakfast tomorrow if that's okay.”
Tohru turned to her side, to face Hatori and she sighed faintly. He hoped that was a yes. Her arms crossed over her small chest, her hair fallen chaotically over her visage.
Hatori's gentle hand slipped into her hair and pulled in back behind her eyes. Then, he placed the gentlest of kisses on his lover's cheek. She wrinkled her nose, making Hatori smile regretfully. He didn't want to leave. He never wanted to return to work if he could.
He wanted to stay with Tohru in bed.
Bad Hatori, his conscience said.
Tohru wasn't ready for the ministrations he had. The past few nights he had had illicit dreams that woke him up sweating and with a hard-on. Wrong, absolutely perverted.
In only a matter of weeks, he had fallen head over heels for Tohru.
He wanted to protect her, possess her, and ultimately love her with all his heart.
He wanted nothing more than to have her by his side.
He could die in ecstasy right now knowing that Tohru loved him.
But he would never do that. He had much to do.
Like prove that he loved her with the deepest love possible.
Tohru was mending him deep inside.
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Hatori drove back to the Sohma estates. The dangerous, serpentine roads were dark. The sliver of moon in the sky was the only source of light besides his car.
The gates opened for him, and he parked in front of his office. He look several deep breathes before entering his office. He was afraid that Akito was still there.
She was.
“I was wondering when my doctor would be returning.”
“I've been busy at the hospital,” which he had been.
“Doing what?” she said with a note of mockery.
When had Akito been concerned with his welfare, business?
“I was meeting an old friend from college.” That was true that he had met someone.
“To do what?”
“Talk about that latest cough medicine. Hatsuharu is sick,” he responded curtly.
“Hmm.” Akito said, not sounding too convinced.
“You don't have another girlfriend, do you? Don't forget what happened last time. You don't want another broken heart, do you?”
"No," Hatori said, with his head down. He didn't want Akito to see his eyes.
"Yes, we wouldn't want that now. There are no such things as friends. All lies."
Something in Hatori snapped. “Why is it that no Sohma can date an outsider or even befriend one? Why is it that we are chained to his estate? We may be possessed by animals, but that should not prevent anyone from engaging in outside activities. We are human!”
He had never spoken out against Akito, but her words had bit him in the heart. He wasn't going to let it go. He was doing this for himself. He didn't want to be shackled, bound.
He was in love, and nothing was going to stop him.
Then, he instinctively said, “If I love someone, you should not be the judge!”
Akito rose from the couch and came to him quickly (no one knew she could move that fast). She slapped Hatori hard across the cheek, leaving a fine red imprint. “Don't you dare talk to me like that, my pet!”
“I am not your pet!” Hatori said, bringing a hand to his stinging cheek, "I will not!"-- my heart and mind already belong to someone else.
She slapped him again.
Hatori stood motionless. Memories of the past flooded into his mind; no, No, NO! He was not going to let Akito destroy his life.
He said unemotionally, “Please leave. I haven't done anything. You are right; my heart is broken.”
“Yes. Remember, I will be watching you. Don't let an outsider warm up to you. No one understands us. No one. They all have ulterior motives. They can't be trusted. Especially with our weak, gullible hearts.”
The word us, burned him. He was not like Akito.
He regretted what he said once she left. He covered his face with his hands. He had basically refuted his love for Tohru. He told himself that he was protecting her though.
If anything ever happened to Tohru, he only had himself to blame.
He didn't think he could survive if Tohru got hurt.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned up before collapsing in his bed. Warm thoughts of Tohru entered his frigid mind. His cheeks burned with frustration and anger for himself.
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The next morning, Tohru woke up at six. She realized that she wasn't in her pajamas, but in her knit shorts and tank. Hatori must have carried her upstairs.
Tohru brushed her teeth, took a quick five minute shower, and brushed her hair.
She padded downstairs barefoot and went to Shigure's bedroom. Everything was perfectly made. Gone, already? She frowned, but didn't allow herself to think anything of it.
She walked into the kitchen and decided to make some breakfast for herself, and some bentos: one for Hatori at work, one for her grandpa, two for her cousins, one for her aunt, and one for herself.
Tohru decided that fried rice would be the simplest so that she could get over to the hospital. She would have a pastry or something for breakfast. She took out the wood cutting board, and proceeded to dice up carrots, bok choy, yellow peppers from the garden (she picked them yesterday). She added it to the rice, along with peas, shrimp, salt, oil.
Half an hour later she filled six containers (giving Hatori's a little extra attention). She whistled as she washed the wok, spatula, and bowls. The doorbell rang just as she was putting the extra fried rice in the refrigerator just in case Shigure or the boys came home.
“Coming!”
She dried her hands and went to the door. It was seven-thirty.
She opened the door and saw her favorite man. Without thinking, she have him a great big bear hug that resulted in a POOF!
"Ah!"
She knelt down a searched inside the clothing, until she found him in plaid boxers. This made her turn strawberry red. "We need to get you in water! Salt!"
She placed him gently in her palm and carried him over to the sink. She laid him softly on the counter as she retrieved a baking pan. She filled it with lukewarm water and added a generous pinch of salt. She placed Hatori in the water and cooed, "Here we go Ha'ri. I'm so sorry. I just get so excited when I'm around you."
She placed the pan on the ground and returned to the foyer for Hatori's clothing. She folded them in her lap while she waited in the living room. She didn't want to intrude. She heard another POOF!
"Tohru?"
"Yes," she said, facing away, she heard footsteps behind her. Her heart began pounding loudly. She jumped when something touched her shoulder.
"Can I have my clothing please," said a gentle voice.
She threw it over her head, but it managed to land on her head. Hatori picked it off her hair and smoothed it over. He quickly got dressed, because he knew that neither were comfortable in the nude.
"You can look now, Tohru."
She spun around tentatively and let out a sigh of relief to find a fully clothed man. However, his damp hair swiped over his eyes made her think other thoughts... Wanton, Lustful Ones...
Suddenly her mood changed when she saw the bags under his eyes, a very distraught Hatori. She immediately sensed that something had gone wrong over the night. There was a imprint of a hand on Hatori's pale cheek. Tohru moved her hand up to his cheek and touched it gingerly. He winced to her delicate touch. “What's wrong, Hatori?” she said, her voice cracking.
She couldn't stand to see the man she loved so pained.
“Nothing. I met Akito last night.”
Tohru looked up to him through pained, glossed-over eyes. “What happened?” she whispered.
He was about to spill everything to his confidante, but decided against it. It would only make her feel miserable. She always took on others burdens.
“Tell me, Hatori. Please. We're in this together.”
He moved his hands to hers and brought her over to the couch. “She told me to never trust an outsider. They all have ulterior motives. Akito is going to make this very difficult for the both of us if she finds out.”
“I don't care,” Tohru said resolutely.
Hatori's weakness, this vulnerable state, seemed to shine through his façade when he asked, “Will you always be by my si—“
“Of course.”
“I need to hear you say it, Tohru,” he said through pained eyes, his hands clenching hers tightly.
“I will always be by your side. Forever. I'm in love with you, Hatori Sohma.”
“If Akito finds out, you won't leave me, right?”
“Never.”
He kissed the center of both of Tohru's palms. “Thank you, Tohru.”
“Never doubt my love for you, Hatori Sohma. We are in this together.”
He nodded, as he nuzzled her hands with his nose. She brought her lips to his and they engaged in a long, passionate clash of tongues.
Deep inside, his heart was mended. No more chilly breeze running through the holes in his core. Tohru had restored him. She was the summer to his winter.
Oh, that reminded him, “Tohru (kiss), when is (nibble) your birth (suck) day?”
“July 19th (kiss). How about you?”
They finally released each other and looked deep inside each others eyes. “November 15th.”
“Hmm, I have a long way until to find you the perfect gift.”
Hatori smiled. He knew exactly what to get her for her birthday in a few weeks. “I know exactly what to get you.”
“I can't wait.”
“Ooo, you haven't eaten breakfast. Is fried rice okay for your breakfast.”
“Anything you make is perfect for me, Tohru.”
Tohru blushed a deep crimson.
She pulled out the slowly cooling fried rice she had just put in the fridge and scooped out some for Hatori. “It's the same thing that you will have for lunch.”
“I can't,” he said between large bites, “wait.”
Tohru sat next to him and watched his expression as he ate. So cute, she thought.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this installment. Sorry if there was a bit of OOC-ness on Hatori's part… talking back to the `God'. Love will do that to someone. I had the hardest time coming up with a title for this chapter (again). Then a decided `Deep', because the word has so many meanings.
Bottomless, profound, deep-rooted, mysterious, great, intense…
I love all my readers and reviewers! Happy 4th of July (to everyone in the U.S.!).
Kyoluvr: Depression over! Thanks so much for all the compliments. ::blushes:: August 5th, argh! Kyo is definitely a cutie, but Hatori's me favorite.