Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The New Akito ❯ Adoption and an Old Friend ( Chapter 5 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: MitchellsPrincess42405 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 343 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 343 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I owned Fruits Basket, I do not. That honor is bestowed upon Ms. Natsuki Takaya. Kudos to her!!! (I do, however, own Tamaki, Kiri and all the new members of the Sohma family!!!)
Chapter Five: Adoption and an Old Friend
“Thank you for all your help, Mrs. Sohma. If you wish, you may accompany the girl to the hospital,” one of the ambulance workers said to Tohru as they lifted the girl onto a stretcher.
“I think my daughter and I will go with the girl, I want to make sure she’s alright.” Tohru said, picking up Kiri and looking expectantly at the man.
“Why don’t you come with her in the ambulance? You’ll get there faster,” he said.
Tohru nodded, then went in and sat next to the girl’s stretcher, with Kiri on her lap. The whole way to the emergency room, Tohru held the girl’s hand and prayed that she would live.
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“Mrs. Sohma?” a polite female voice said right next to Tohru.
She jerked awake, wondering where she was. Then it all came back: Kiri and her at the beach, finding the girl, going to the hospital…
“Right here. I’m Mrs. Sohma,” Tohru said to the nurse in charge of the waiting room.
The nurse smiled at her. “Right this way please,” she said, helping Tohru and the still sleeping Kiri out of the waiting room chair, then leading them down one long hall after another.
Finally, they got to a large white washed room where the only two pieces of furniture were an old chair and the examination table, where the girl was laying on the top of it.
“The doctor will be here in a moment,” the nurse explained, “and your daughter should be waking up soon.” Then she left before Tohru could explain that she wasn’t her daughter.
Tohru sat down with Kiri on her lap, and stared at the girl, realizing this was the first time she actually looked at her. Her face was round and pretty, she had roses in her cheeks even as she slept. Her hair was very long, with two braided pigtails going down to her waist. Her bangs seemed to be as long as the rest of her auburn hair.
Her hair was very pretty, but it wasn’t the only thing that made her so pretty. She had earrings. The one on her right ear was a large golden cross, and she had three on her left ear. Two were golden studs but the third was another large dangling design that Tohru didn’t recognize.
This girl obviously came from a very different place if she was about eight years old and had four earrings. Not that Tohru really cared; all that mattered was that she was alright and that they could find her family.
After another five minutes had gone by, Kiri began to feel very heavy so Tohru picked her up and set her next to the girl on the bed. Instantly Kiri rolled over and curled up against the other child’s arm. Then the girl wrapped her other arm protectively around Kiri’s thin shoulders.
Tohru smiled. Even in their sleep they liked each other. Tohru’s heart went to the two sleeping angels, and she decided that if the girl had no family, then she would adopt her. For once she didn’t try to guess what Yuki would say, and thought only of saving this beautiful orphan. She had to take her with Kiri, and bring her back to Japan.
“Mrs. Sohma, I’m Dr. Sarah Emerson. Sorry for keeping you waiting,” a violently red haired woman said, walking into the room, shaking Tohru out of her quiet reverie. Tohru walked over and shook the doctor’s outstretched hand.
“I don’t know if you know this, Mrs. Sohma, but according
to this,” she said, flipping through a chart, “the girl woke up while we were examining her. She wouldn’t talk to us, and we believe she may be traumatized. All she said was that she had no name and her whole family died in a ship wreck. Sadly, it looks as though she might never speak again. Many people who experience such tragedies at such a young age often end up killing themselves later on in life.”
Tohru turned to look at the girl sleeping with her arm across Kiri. Can one little girl hold that much pain? She wondered, and could Kiri, Yuki and I help her get over that? Everything just became more complicated. If she became depressed, would she bring Kiri down with her? Kiri was the delicate flower of the Sohmas, and if protecting her had driven Tohru all the way to the woods of Maine, how far would she have to go to protect this nameless little girl?
But one thing wasn’t a question in Tohru’s mind, everyone deserves a chance at happiness, and some, like this girl, deserve a second chance too.
~~~~~~~~~~
Tohru sighed as she flipped through the dozens of forms
she still had to read through and sign. Adopting a kid was a lot harder then she had at first thought.
After talking to the doctor for a half hour, Tohru managed to get the right forms to adopt the nameless child. Then she had picked up Kiri, slowly waking her up, and took the other girl by the hand, leading them both to another room.
And now here she was, reading at least twenty pages of forms, all of which required a name for the adoptee. Tohru turned to stare at her two beauties, both of whom were now fully awake.
“EEEK!!!” Kiri shrieked as the girl tickled her ruthlessly. The girl was smiling. And Tohru had to stop and think how pretty she looked.
“Kiri, don’t be so loud!” Tohru scolded lightly, then as an afterthought, she said, “Little girl, please come here for a second.” The orphan looked up at her then slowly rose and walked over to her.
The girl looked so nervous that Tohru had to smile. “I won’t bite you, I just need to know your name, could you please tell me?” The girl shook her head so violently Tohru was afraid it might fall off.
“Well, I need to know your name… unless you want me to rename you?” The girl nodded her head at once in agreement.
“Okay, I’ll list some names for you and if you don’t like them, then don’t do anything. If you do like one, then nod once.” The girl nodded again, so Tohru started to name every name she could think of.
“Kyotami, Kina, Mika, Reitami, Himetami, Tamaki…” Tohru stopped. The girl was nodding vigorously.
“Tamaki?” The child nodded.
“Tamaki Sohma, it’s a beautiful name. I don’t know if the doctors talked to you or not, Tamaki, but I’m going to be your new mother, and little Kiri will be your sister. Are you happy with that?”
Tamaki smiled so wide that Tohru marveled at how many teeth she had. Now that that was settled, Tohru began to fill out the rest of the forms as Kiri and Tamaki played.
~~~~~~~~~~
“TAXI!” Tohru called out, signaling one of the many big yellow cars over to her. She grabbed her two girls’ hands and hopped into the car.
“1242 Second Street, please.” Tohru said to the driver as the car lurched forward.
The girls sat one on either side of their mother. After another twenty minutes of driving, both the girls were getting tired, and it was almost 1:00 a.m. Both of them lay their heads on Tohru’s lap, and every doubt and fear left Tohru, as she basked in their innocence with only one thought: ‘I must protect the both of them from all that’s wrong.’
“Well I guess its time for bed, girls,” Tohru said to the two sleeping girls she carried, one in either arm.
She slowly walked up the steps of her building, being careful not to drop the her babies. After a moment, she managed to wrestle her keys out of her pocket and open the main door into her grand apartment building.
Of all the places Tohru could have lived in, she liked her current home the best. The entrance was large and elegant, and the floors were white marble, and her two bedroom, second story apartment was even nicer with a calming Japanese theme. Even though Yuki wasn’t there with her, whenever she entered her apartment, she always felt at home. She carried the girls over to the elevator and got in.
Twenty seconds later, the cold metallic doors opened and Tohru walked towards her door, all the way at the end. She fumbled with the keys for a bit, then managed to open the door, only to face something completely unexpected. She almost dropped the children when she saw the figure sitting on her couch. The person turned to look at her, and smiled.
“Hello,” said a wonderfully familiar voice.
Chapter Five: Adoption and an Old Friend
“Thank you for all your help, Mrs. Sohma. If you wish, you may accompany the girl to the hospital,” one of the ambulance workers said to Tohru as they lifted the girl onto a stretcher.
“I think my daughter and I will go with the girl, I want to make sure she’s alright.” Tohru said, picking up Kiri and looking expectantly at the man.
“Why don’t you come with her in the ambulance? You’ll get there faster,” he said.
Tohru nodded, then went in and sat next to the girl’s stretcher, with Kiri on her lap. The whole way to the emergency room, Tohru held the girl’s hand and prayed that she would live.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Mrs. Sohma?” a polite female voice said right next to Tohru.
She jerked awake, wondering where she was. Then it all came back: Kiri and her at the beach, finding the girl, going to the hospital…
“Right here. I’m Mrs. Sohma,” Tohru said to the nurse in charge of the waiting room.
The nurse smiled at her. “Right this way please,” she said, helping Tohru and the still sleeping Kiri out of the waiting room chair, then leading them down one long hall after another.
Finally, they got to a large white washed room where the only two pieces of furniture were an old chair and the examination table, where the girl was laying on the top of it.
“The doctor will be here in a moment,” the nurse explained, “and your daughter should be waking up soon.” Then she left before Tohru could explain that she wasn’t her daughter.
Tohru sat down with Kiri on her lap, and stared at the girl, realizing this was the first time she actually looked at her. Her face was round and pretty, she had roses in her cheeks even as she slept. Her hair was very long, with two braided pigtails going down to her waist. Her bangs seemed to be as long as the rest of her auburn hair.
Her hair was very pretty, but it wasn’t the only thing that made her so pretty. She had earrings. The one on her right ear was a large golden cross, and she had three on her left ear. Two were golden studs but the third was another large dangling design that Tohru didn’t recognize.
This girl obviously came from a very different place if she was about eight years old and had four earrings. Not that Tohru really cared; all that mattered was that she was alright and that they could find her family.
After another five minutes had gone by, Kiri began to feel very heavy so Tohru picked her up and set her next to the girl on the bed. Instantly Kiri rolled over and curled up against the other child’s arm. Then the girl wrapped her other arm protectively around Kiri’s thin shoulders.
Tohru smiled. Even in their sleep they liked each other. Tohru’s heart went to the two sleeping angels, and she decided that if the girl had no family, then she would adopt her. For once she didn’t try to guess what Yuki would say, and thought only of saving this beautiful orphan. She had to take her with Kiri, and bring her back to Japan.
“Mrs. Sohma, I’m Dr. Sarah Emerson. Sorry for keeping you waiting,” a violently red haired woman said, walking into the room, shaking Tohru out of her quiet reverie. Tohru walked over and shook the doctor’s outstretched hand.
“I don’t know if you know this, Mrs. Sohma, but according
to this,” she said, flipping through a chart, “the girl woke up while we were examining her. She wouldn’t talk to us, and we believe she may be traumatized. All she said was that she had no name and her whole family died in a ship wreck. Sadly, it looks as though she might never speak again. Many people who experience such tragedies at such a young age often end up killing themselves later on in life.”
Tohru turned to look at the girl sleeping with her arm across Kiri. Can one little girl hold that much pain? She wondered, and could Kiri, Yuki and I help her get over that? Everything just became more complicated. If she became depressed, would she bring Kiri down with her? Kiri was the delicate flower of the Sohmas, and if protecting her had driven Tohru all the way to the woods of Maine, how far would she have to go to protect this nameless little girl?
But one thing wasn’t a question in Tohru’s mind, everyone deserves a chance at happiness, and some, like this girl, deserve a second chance too.
~~~~~~~~~~
Tohru sighed as she flipped through the dozens of forms
she still had to read through and sign. Adopting a kid was a lot harder then she had at first thought.
After talking to the doctor for a half hour, Tohru managed to get the right forms to adopt the nameless child. Then she had picked up Kiri, slowly waking her up, and took the other girl by the hand, leading them both to another room.
And now here she was, reading at least twenty pages of forms, all of which required a name for the adoptee. Tohru turned to stare at her two beauties, both of whom were now fully awake.
“EEEK!!!” Kiri shrieked as the girl tickled her ruthlessly. The girl was smiling. And Tohru had to stop and think how pretty she looked.
“Kiri, don’t be so loud!” Tohru scolded lightly, then as an afterthought, she said, “Little girl, please come here for a second.” The orphan looked up at her then slowly rose and walked over to her.
The girl looked so nervous that Tohru had to smile. “I won’t bite you, I just need to know your name, could you please tell me?” The girl shook her head so violently Tohru was afraid it might fall off.
“Well, I need to know your name… unless you want me to rename you?” The girl nodded her head at once in agreement.
“Okay, I’ll list some names for you and if you don’t like them, then don’t do anything. If you do like one, then nod once.” The girl nodded again, so Tohru started to name every name she could think of.
“Kyotami, Kina, Mika, Reitami, Himetami, Tamaki…” Tohru stopped. The girl was nodding vigorously.
“Tamaki?” The child nodded.
“Tamaki Sohma, it’s a beautiful name. I don’t know if the doctors talked to you or not, Tamaki, but I’m going to be your new mother, and little Kiri will be your sister. Are you happy with that?”
Tamaki smiled so wide that Tohru marveled at how many teeth she had. Now that that was settled, Tohru began to fill out the rest of the forms as Kiri and Tamaki played.
~~~~~~~~~~
“TAXI!” Tohru called out, signaling one of the many big yellow cars over to her. She grabbed her two girls’ hands and hopped into the car.
“1242 Second Street, please.” Tohru said to the driver as the car lurched forward.
The girls sat one on either side of their mother. After another twenty minutes of driving, both the girls were getting tired, and it was almost 1:00 a.m. Both of them lay their heads on Tohru’s lap, and every doubt and fear left Tohru, as she basked in their innocence with only one thought: ‘I must protect the both of them from all that’s wrong.’
“Well I guess its time for bed, girls,” Tohru said to the two sleeping girls she carried, one in either arm.
She slowly walked up the steps of her building, being careful not to drop the her babies. After a moment, she managed to wrestle her keys out of her pocket and open the main door into her grand apartment building.
Of all the places Tohru could have lived in, she liked her current home the best. The entrance was large and elegant, and the floors were white marble, and her two bedroom, second story apartment was even nicer with a calming Japanese theme. Even though Yuki wasn’t there with her, whenever she entered her apartment, she always felt at home. She carried the girls over to the elevator and got in.
Twenty seconds later, the cold metallic doors opened and Tohru walked towards her door, all the way at the end. She fumbled with the keys for a bit, then managed to open the door, only to face something completely unexpected. She almost dropped the children when she saw the figure sitting on her couch. The person turned to look at her, and smiled.
“Hello,” said a wonderfully familiar voice.