Title: Reactions
Warning: This is a sequel to Heart's Despair, Knife's Repair. This isn't rated as high, but it would be good to go read the story before this. Just so you know what's going on. This has language, but it's mostly angst. Pure and unadulterated angst.
AU: Yaaay! I was informed by Hiro Sohma that I should make a sequel…so here you go! Hope you like it just as much as the first story. If not let me know and I'll rewrite it. I just thought that this was a good sequel. On with the story!!
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He couldn't believe his ears. It simply wasn't possible! His lifelong companion could not be dead! He just couldn't!
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Haru stared at the doctor with a blank expression; emotions twisting themselves fiercely in his heart and mind. He simply didn't know what to think. The doctor had just informed him that Momiji, his best friend had jumped from his hospital room window the night before and died. With a shattering crunch mixed with a grotesque splat, he was sure. He could hear it; see it played in his head.
He wanted to throw up. To wake up and this merely turn out to be a bad dream. A very, very bad dream. But no such solace would appear. He had to accept it. And he finally knew, anger and hatred boiling up inside him like a volcano about to explode, it was all her fault. It was all Tohru's fault! If she hadn't alienated Momiji like she had, he would still be here! Still be standing, and still be Haru's best friend! Dammit! Tears began pouring from his eyes like a broken dam. He threw a hand over his mouth as he ran to the public bathroom.
He emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl, which wasn't very much in all honesty, so it ended up being bile that burned the walls of his throat. He didn't mind though; it took his mind off of everything, the stinging pain.
He sat there on the floor of the bathroom, still crying, wiping his mouth of the rancid substance that covered it. Haru couldn't find the will to get up, so he just sat there; knees pulled to his chest, curled into a tight ball, crying shamelessly.
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The nurses and staff were worried about Haru. He hadn't left the bathroom or stopped crying in hours. They had no words of comfort, so they called the next person on the list of contact numbers: Hatori. When he showed up, he was more than a bit perturbed. He was sure that Hatsuharu had said he was coming here because they called. What did they want with him?
The nurses apologized for calling him, but they didn't know what to do with the boy crying in the bathroom. Hatori, completely confused, went in and heard the awful noises of sobbing from a voice damaged from overuse. A voice he knew all too well.
"Hatsuharu, what are you doing in here?" Hatori questioned, ignorant of the cause of the distraught state of the teen.
"H-h-he ki-ki-killed him-self! Oh god!" Haru collapsed back into sobs.
"Wait. You mean…Hatsuharu, do you mean to tell me that Momiji is…?"
The crying only increased. Hatori was stunned to say the least. Morphing from shock- confusion, anger, and grief welled up inside him. He stormed out of the bathroom, right up to the doctor and did something he'd never done before. He began yelling.
"WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HIM!" He boomed, grief and anger the only emotions he could feel.
The doctor was shocked and mildly frightened by the look of rage in Hatori's eyes. He'd known Hatori for years, though not personally, and never once had he gotten angry, let alone start screaming! Backing up, he replied shakily," C-calm down, Hatori! You-you have to b-be calm! F-f-for the boy!"
Hatori seized the doctor by the scruff of his coat, seething hate for the man. But suddenly, the anger in his eyes burned away to reveal pure agony, as he instead clutched onto the doctor, collapsing into sobs himself. He fell to the floor with a resounding thud, and began weakly pounding his fists against the doctor's chest and stomach, tears still pouring and sobs still ripping from his vocal chords. Everyone was in utter shock. Never before had Hatori been so emotional.
Eventually, the doctor heaved Hatori up and ushered him into the nearby room, helping him sit onto Momiji's would-be sick bed. He told the nurses to get Haru out of the bathroom and into the room as well. After that was done, with much effort, he closed the door to let the men have some privacy while they held each other for support and sobbed their hearts out together.
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After they had run out of tears and cleaned themselves up, they went home to call a house meeting. Getting everyone together, they announced the news, getting the response they had anticipated. Everyone was enraged, horrified, or confused; some even a mixture of all three. Some people hadn't known about Momiji's condition, the rest simply couldn't deal with the fact that he had actually killed himself and that they were never going to get to see his smiling face again.
Many people had the same reaction Haru had, to just break down into tears, other went Hatori's route and decided to scream their anger out. Either way, everyone was affected in a big way; some people, such as Kisa, were simply speechless. She just sat in the corner crying silently, Hiro trying to comfort her. Suddenly Haru announced that he blamed Tohru. Everyone froze in shock. Haru had liked her, but now he's blaming her?
"What are you saying Haru?" Yuki questioned," Tohru has…had been nothing but kind to him!"
"You didn't see him like I did!" Haru growled," You didn't see how she made him suffer!"
"If he was suffering so much, why didn't he say anything?" Kyo butt in.
"Because he knew all of you would hate him if he ever told you" Hatori stepped in, defending Haru.
Everyone thought about it. They didn't want to believe it, but it was true. They probably would have felt that way. They would have felt hostile feelings toward him. This realization only made them break down into worse tears and sobs.
"Don't you see? She's trying to break up apart! To make us her toys! But I refuse to be her little play thing any longer. I say we get rid of her; erase her memory." Haru said with obvious strain in his voice. The looks he received were not entirely supportive.
"What if we did?" Hiro asked," What would we do with her?"
"We'd just erase her memory. Simple as that. Ignore her, not respond to her," Haru explained," Pretend like she never mattered to us."
"We can't do that!" Kyo yelled," I can't do that to her! You know how I feel!"
"Fine, Kyo! Do you want someone else to commit suicide because of her?!"
"No! I bet he was just mental anyway! Faulty brain!"
"How can you say that?!" Kisa suddenly cried," How can you stand to say that something was wrong with him?! There wasn't anything wrong with him before she came along! I don't want to erase her memory, but I can't let this happen again! Not again…" She began to cry again, burying her face in Hiro's chest. They watched in mournful silence.
"We can't do it." Yuki said sorrowfully," We know Momiji wasn't crazy or anything, but I know that I personally cannot do that to Honda-san."
One by one the others agreed. They wanted to let Tohru keep her memory, even though this might happen again. After taking a poll, it was 2 to 10 that she keep her memory. Even Akito wanted her to keep her memory. Haru and Hatori walked out of that meeting feeling more disgusted than they ever had. They knew that from then on, they'd never be able to get along with Tohru or the rest of the Sohma family very well again because of their decision, but after witnessing what it did to Momiji. No, they weren't going to end up like him, because they had eachother to feel this anger with. They weren't alone in this feeling; not like Momiji was. And they were going to keep fighting for their cause until the end. Until everyone knew what an awful person Tohru was.
"We can't let this happen again," Haru stated.
"I'm aware. If this goes on, she'll alienate someone else. Oh god, do you think she wants us all dead?" Hatori inquired, realization setting in.
"If that's what she wants, we'll show her that we aren't leaving this without a fight." Haru replied, determination emanating from him.
"Agreed. How do we plan on bringing about her demise, though?"
They thought about it, and finally realized the answer.
"We don't." They chorused together," We let them be, and see what she does."
"If only we'd known this before Momiji died."
"Yes, but then we wouldn't have believed him."
Sitting there, thinking about what Momiji did to himself, the men began to cry silently together. If only they didn't have to wait for someone else to die; if only there was another way to prove how evil she was. But they knew there wasn't. They could only wait and watch.
And that's just what they did.
AU: Well, let me know what you thought. I'd love some feed back, so I could know if it'd be better to rewrite it.
Also, if you want me to continue, let me know. I just might do it, if you guys want it enough! ;
