Housework Shorts
These have been in the works for a while now, and here they are finally! Yay! There are three, one for each man in Tohru's life, starting with Yuki. Let me know what you think! Thank you!!!
House Mouse
There she was. At it again…
It was ten o clock at night, and Tohru was still cleaning the Kitchen. How she could still be awake after the day that she had had, Yuki could only wonder.
He was guessing that she had been up at the crack of dawn to prepare their breakfast; then had slowly, but surely worked her way around the house, hoovering, dusting and polishing. Yuki had been out for most of the day, studying at the library so as not to get in her way, but she was still going when he had arrived back home.
He watched her incredulously as she tirelessly cleaned the cupboards, talking to herself happily.
Yuki coughed quietly, causing Tohru to smack her head on the shelf above her. He rushed over to her, but was at a loss as to what to do as she stumbled dizzily around the room, apologizing for her clumsiness, whilst Yuki apologized for making her jump.
"Sohma-kun!" She cried despairingly, "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there, how rude of me- please forgive me!" She attempted to bow, but overbalanced and fell headfirst into Yuki's chest, which caused his curse to kick in. There was a loud "poof" as Yuki was consumed by glittering purple smoke. When it finally cleared, a small grey rat sat in his place, blinking up at Tohru with his beady eyes.
"Oh Sohma-kun!" I'm sorry! I'm such an idiot!" Tohru had launched into "panic mode" again. "I didn't mean to turn you into a rat! Honestly, I am so stupid- I just overbalanced a little and-and- well"-
-"Honda-san, it's ok." Yuki interrupted hastily, "It was my fault. I made you jump after all." He silently cursed his asthmatic cough.
He sighed and walked over to where she had fallen, and placed his former hands- now paws- on her knees.
"Honda-san, how long have you been working today?" He asked soberly. Tohru looked blank, as though Yuki had been talking in a foreign language.
"Honda-san," Yuki repeated, "Have you been working all day?"
Understanding dawned on her face. "Oh! Err… of course I have!" She replied matter- of- factly. "I never managed to do the hoovering last week, so I had to do it today! And there was the washing, dusting, cooking and- oh!" She looked panic stricken. "I still need to do the ironing. Oh no! I forgot!" Yuki could see where this was going, and was keen to prevent it.
"Honda-san, you really should take it easier. If you carry on working as hard as you are then you'll end up with a fever."
Tohru waved this aside. "I'll be fine," she replied reassuringly, "but thank you for worrying about me."
Just at that moment, Yuki changed back into his human form. Tohru yelped and hid her face behind her hands while he re-dressed.
When he had done, Tohru ran to fetch the washing basket where all of that day's ironing was kept. She wrestled with the ironing board and set to pressing the clothes. That was, however, until Yuki gently prized the iron out of her hands and took over. He waved her protest aside and told her to go and relax.
"But-but-but," She dithered.
"No 'but's', Honda-san." Yuki replied firmly. "You've been working all day. This is the least I can do."
"But I can't let you!" She cried in horror, "The housework is my responsibility, not yours, or anyone else's! It wouldn't be fair for you"-
-"Honda-san," Yuki cut her off gently, pressing the collar of his own purple Chinese style shirt. "Please, if you won't do it for your self," he continued quietly, "then would you do it for me?" He took the iron off of the material and looked her directly in the eyes.
She blushed slightly and bowed, breaking their eye contact. "Yes, Sohma-kun." She mumbled, and hurried out of the kitchen, head bowed.
Yuki chuckled to himself quietly. He picked up the iron and continued ironing their clothes.
"Tohru…" He whispered, smiling. "Oh Tohru…"
Well there you go! Did you like? Hate? Think it could have done with something…more? Let me know!!!
This has been Nalanna…
