HI PEOPLES! I have come to warn you about the fact of that this is my first fanfic. I welcome critic and words of encouragement!
This is after the manga and kyo NEVER happened! Forget him cause he is history, a mistery, and... I should just get to the story now, huh? Let the fanfiction BEGIN!
Dislaimer: I do not own anything tha relates to fruits basket!
Midnight on a dark moon-lit night. Woken by soft cries from his lovers eyes, he grabs and hold her around her waist not opening his eyes until he know they will meet hers.
"Tohru? What is the matter my love? Has a nightmare scared you?" He asks teasingly but sincerely."
His only reply is her face buried into his chest eye soaked from crying. Somewhere she muffles something, but it was indecipherable. He lifted her head to meet his eyes; those brown auburn eyes meeting his sky like ones. These brown pools are what drove him mad for years and he finally took a leap of faith that he has never regretted.
"Momiji, I am so sorry!" She says sniffling and can hardly meet his eyes.
"What could be the matter, why are you sorry my love?" He asks even more softly. "What is it you could have possibly done? What has you acting like this?" He said becoming a little worried.
No matter what she has done he would forgive her, but she couldn't do anything to bad. This was Tohru after all; nothing she has done could be too bad. He began thinking of all the simple things she has ever apologized for and woken in the middle of night crying for. He had so many times of the occasions in his head that it was to many to count on his toes or fingers.
"Tohru, no matter what has happened I will always love you! Now tell me what's wrong my dear. Or ill have to use other ways to make you talk." He said mischievously. Threatening her neck and underarms with his fingers; these places were the places she was the most ticklish.
"I don't know how it happened, maybe I should have bought a different brand, or worn something myself. Oh Momiji, I am so sorry that this happened! Please don't be mad at me!" She said in her most pleading voice. As she pleaded Momiji held her tighter to her body in an embrace.
"There is no way I could ever be mad at you…" He said calmly then looked in her eyes. "…My Tohru."
She looked at him in desperation the held out her hand, where Momiji hadn't noticed three sticks all saying one thing. He laid there looking at the sticks and gasped. It took him a good few minutes to comprehend what this meant. Slowly a small smile crept to his lips. He stared at his friend, his lover, his wife, his Tohru and kissed her soft pink lips gently. He then climbed out of bed and swept her around the room in bridal style and laughed his heart out. Tohru's hair was in so much of a mess but to him it flew around like silk being blown in the wind.
"Are you absolutely sure? How long have you known? Oh my love this is wonderful news!" He said as he finally laid her back down on the bed and climbed to her side. With his last words of the night he said:
"I love you, both of you!" Before clinging to his expecting wife for the night and falling asleep.