Title: cuts
Fandom: Fruits basket
Characters: Ayame and Hatori
Prompt: 072, Fixed.
Word count: 551
Rating: G
Summary: just a little cut can create such a sting, but sometimes other people can help us...
Authors note: I do not own fruits basket or these characters. They all belong to the respected liscensors/ Owners.
Ouch. That hurt. Ayame Sohma looked down at his hand, which he had just shut in the cash register. There was a bit of blood near the nail, and it was throbbing painfully. Aaya grimaced.
"Are you all right, Boss?" asked Miine-chan, looking concerned. Ayame quickly regained his composure and flashed a smile at her.
"Of course, My dear Miine-chan," he informed her. "How could I not be with such a lovely lady as yourself about this shop?" Miine blushed, looking pleased at the compliment.
"Well…," she said. "If you say so, then I suppose you're fine. But don't push yourself like you did the time when you were sick and you kept insisting you were fine. You fainted then, remember? And that Mr. Hatori said it was because you were pushing yourself too hard."
"Oh nonsense!" said Ayame happily. " Tori-san says that about everybody. I declare, I could sit here all day and do nothing, and he'd warn me not to strain my eyes."
"I guess it's his way of showing concern," said Miine-chan. Aaya's couldn't help but practically kiss Miine. Did this
mean that Hatori would finally want to talk to him if he was hurt? Well, there was only one way to check.
"Hatori-san!" Called Ayame. Hatori looked up from the form he was signing and turned towards the door. Sure enough, it burst open, and in came Aaya.
"Oh, Haa-san!" cried Aaya dramatically. "It's awful! My lovely finger! It's…."
"It's what, Aaya?" asked Hatori with a sigh. There went another peaceful hour of his life.
"Hurt!" Ayame exclaimed, reaching out a finger with a pink band-aid on it. Haa-san inhaled and exhaled, just like he was taught to do in such situations.
"All right, Aaya," said the Sohma family doctor. "Let me see it."
Aaya stuck out his finger, and Hatori looked down to examine it.
"I'll have to take off the band-aid," Hatori said in his regular monotone.
"Okay, Hatori," said Ayame, trying to seem distressed. Hatori gently removed the bandage from his relatives pale and feminine fingers, revealing a sore looking red patch of skin.
"Okay, Aaya," said Hatori. "I'll get the disinfectant." The older Sohma stood and opened the medicine cabinet door. He plucked out the cleaning alcohol. It looked Like Aaya's finger might become infected if it was left to it's own devices.
Hatori selected a cotton ball that would almost have matched Ayame's hand. He poured a bit of the disinfectant onto the cotton ball, and then walked over to his waiting cousin. Gently, he placed the cotton ball on Ayame's hand. Aaya winced a bit, but didn't outwardly flinch.
"There," said Hatori, removing the disinfectant and putting a yellow band-aid over the cut. "All fixed."
"Thanks, Hatori-san," said Aaya quietly. He smiled up at the other man and stood up. Before he turned to leave, though, he turned back and said, like his usual self only with a slight hint of maturity, "Next time just kiss it fixed."
Hey guys! written for the LJ fanfic100 challenge. It's my first chapter, and I'd like some critique, cause I must have made a million errors or something.