Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 24 ( Chapter 24 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Furuba Lemon RR 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 816 | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 816 | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Tooru blinked at the sounds of absolute chaos coming from the main room. She looked at Hatori, still laying beneath her. She could feel Ritsu still within her as soon as he sensed that she was upset over something. He panicked.
"Tooru-san! Gomen nasai!!!!! I'm so sorry! Did I do something wrong? I probably did, I can't do anything right.... I'm so so so sorry Tooru-san!"
Hatori looked at his young cousin with sympathy in his eyes. He knew how hard it was to put oneself out there, and for it to end so abruptly - of course the timid young man would feel as though he did something wrong. He almost replied, but realized that Tooru was there - and she was the one that would be able to make him feel better, if anyone could.
So it came as quite a shock to Hatori when Tooru sat up, and regathered her clothes. Once she was straightened up as much as possible, she stood up and started to walk out the door - all but ignoring the two men who had just given her pleasure.
Hatori cursed beneath his breath as he watched Tooru move. She seemed to be weaving a staggering a little bit - probably from the alcohol. She must still have quite a bit of the toxin inside of her.
He reached out as she passed him and grabbed her hand roughly. She turned to look at him, and he couldn't help but be a bit surprised to see the lusty, dazed look in her orbs as she gazed at him blankly.
"Tooru...." He said her name in a low, somehow dangerous voice. As if he was going to reprimand her for her sudden and unexpected disregard of feelings, he started to move towards her.
Suddenly she fell over, her cheeks flushed with exhaustion, soreness and alcohol consumption. Ritsu looked at Hatori, startled, and began to panic again. But before Ritsu had a chance to start apologizing, Hatori shot him a fierce look, silencing him at once. He just stared as Hatori bent over Tooru's limp body and grabbed one of her hands. He gestured for Ritsu to grab the other one. Ritsu did, but his question was obvious.
"Why did you let her fall?"
Hatori chuckled softly, "Because if I had caught her and changed I couldn't bring her to her bed. Besides, I'm no good as a doctor if I'm a damn dragon."
Ritsu bit back his addition to Hatori's last sentence.
'...seahorse....'
Hatori continued after a small pause.
"And since I can't carry her to her room without changing, I would have to have help to move her."
Ritsu nodded thoughtfully, as though he completely understood.
As they both picked up an arm and placed their hands around Tooru's small arms, they lifted her slightly so her feet just barely touched the floor.
Ritsu struggled under the dead weight, and Hatori shifted Tooru so that she was mostly being supported by him. They slowly made their path out the door and towards the main party, thinking that they would just leave her in the main area so that she could fall asleep with her friends.
The sight that greeted their eyes was one of mass confusion. Almost everyone had gathered in the main room and were surrounding two people. Hatori grunted. Without seeing, he already knew that Ayame was in the middle. He did something to upset someone. Or maybe all of them.
They moved slowly to the circle of people and remained silent, hoping to discover what exactly Ayame had done this time. What they saw completely shocked Hatori to no end.
One of Tooru's classmates, he vaguely recalled hearing her name, was watching people with tears in her eyes - but as Hatori looked closer, they didn't look like tears of a woman who had just been taken advantage of. He noticed the outfit that was barely visible. He recognized the style as definitely something that only Ayame would have the nerve to produce in the day and age of the youthful uprising which depleted traditional modesty.
They were in the middle of getting chided by the group, when Hatori cleared his throat, getting the eventual attention of everyone.
Or rather, what he and Ritsu were hoisting. So far they had managed to hold her shape away from their chests, protecting themselves from a change that no one wanted.
Hatori took the moment it was taking for the others to close their mouths and forget the shock of seeing an unconscious Tooru to speak in his usual deadpan manner.
"Too much birthday cake."
*fin*
"Tooru-san! Gomen nasai!!!!! I'm so sorry! Did I do something wrong? I probably did, I can't do anything right.... I'm so so so sorry Tooru-san!"
Hatori looked at his young cousin with sympathy in his eyes. He knew how hard it was to put oneself out there, and for it to end so abruptly - of course the timid young man would feel as though he did something wrong. He almost replied, but realized that Tooru was there - and she was the one that would be able to make him feel better, if anyone could.
So it came as quite a shock to Hatori when Tooru sat up, and regathered her clothes. Once she was straightened up as much as possible, she stood up and started to walk out the door - all but ignoring the two men who had just given her pleasure.
Hatori cursed beneath his breath as he watched Tooru move. She seemed to be weaving a staggering a little bit - probably from the alcohol. She must still have quite a bit of the toxin inside of her.
He reached out as she passed him and grabbed her hand roughly. She turned to look at him, and he couldn't help but be a bit surprised to see the lusty, dazed look in her orbs as she gazed at him blankly.
"Tooru...." He said her name in a low, somehow dangerous voice. As if he was going to reprimand her for her sudden and unexpected disregard of feelings, he started to move towards her.
Suddenly she fell over, her cheeks flushed with exhaustion, soreness and alcohol consumption. Ritsu looked at Hatori, startled, and began to panic again. But before Ritsu had a chance to start apologizing, Hatori shot him a fierce look, silencing him at once. He just stared as Hatori bent over Tooru's limp body and grabbed one of her hands. He gestured for Ritsu to grab the other one. Ritsu did, but his question was obvious.
"Why did you let her fall?"
Hatori chuckled softly, "Because if I had caught her and changed I couldn't bring her to her bed. Besides, I'm no good as a doctor if I'm a damn dragon."
Ritsu bit back his addition to Hatori's last sentence.
'...seahorse....'
Hatori continued after a small pause.
"And since I can't carry her to her room without changing, I would have to have help to move her."
Ritsu nodded thoughtfully, as though he completely understood.
As they both picked up an arm and placed their hands around Tooru's small arms, they lifted her slightly so her feet just barely touched the floor.
Ritsu struggled under the dead weight, and Hatori shifted Tooru so that she was mostly being supported by him. They slowly made their path out the door and towards the main party, thinking that they would just leave her in the main area so that she could fall asleep with her friends.
The sight that greeted their eyes was one of mass confusion. Almost everyone had gathered in the main room and were surrounding two people. Hatori grunted. Without seeing, he already knew that Ayame was in the middle. He did something to upset someone. Or maybe all of them.
They moved slowly to the circle of people and remained silent, hoping to discover what exactly Ayame had done this time. What they saw completely shocked Hatori to no end.
One of Tooru's classmates, he vaguely recalled hearing her name, was watching people with tears in her eyes - but as Hatori looked closer, they didn't look like tears of a woman who had just been taken advantage of. He noticed the outfit that was barely visible. He recognized the style as definitely something that only Ayame would have the nerve to produce in the day and age of the youthful uprising which depleted traditional modesty.
They were in the middle of getting chided by the group, when Hatori cleared his throat, getting the eventual attention of everyone.
Or rather, what he and Ritsu were hoisting. So far they had managed to hold her shape away from their chests, protecting themselves from a change that no one wanted.
Hatori took the moment it was taking for the others to close their mouths and forget the shock of seeing an unconscious Tooru to speak in his usual deadpan manner.
"Too much birthday cake."
*fin*