By Mad Meg Askevron
Spreading Light
Chapter one: Frightening Secrets and Check-Ups
Okay so I've only read to book four, it starts directly after four, but I've a vague Idea as to what happened. In this story Toharu is eighteen and there won't be too much on the past story, also I have magically lifted the curse to suit the plot so, what's going to happen...? Your guess is as good as mine. Soz...
Toharu Honda was a sight to see as she crumpled into a heap before Hatori Shoma's house in the property of the Shoma family. Her hair was caked with mud and bits of blood. Her clothes were torn, her school skirt rumpled. She had bruises and cuts all over her smooth skin. She had a black eye that spilled down her right check bone like some abstract artist's idea of a tear. Her light tapping on the door soon grew to full body slams.
Hatori opened the door and stared down. He dropped to his knees, and she clutched his form fitting, pleated, white skirt. She half lay on his smooth slim black pants and she sobbed through her bruised mouth. He quickly scooped her up and took her into his room, she cried herself to sleep on his bed. He left and went into his office, dreading what he was going to have to say to Shigure. The twenty-eight-year-old man felt like crying himself after he called Shigure, begging him not to tell Yuki and Kyo till it was safe. He had someone find clothes in her size, which was hard for some one so petite. He heard her wake and went in with a fierce sadness that filled him as he carried in his medical supplies.
"Toharu you need to let me stitch it close. You're so damaged that you need me to help you. I know it's hard and frightening but it will help. I promise." Toharu sobbed all through it as he cleaned the bruised and torn flesh. He sighed as he was finally done. He helped, carried really, her to the bathroom. Much to her shame he had to help her wash. Careful of her cuts she was finally clean and in fresh clothes. Her uniform had to be burned.
She was tired and sat down in a large chair by the fire as the first snow began to fall, but she felt no joy in it. Hatori had food brought and settled before her. She didn't feel the need to eat, but Hatori insisted. She spilled food down her bruised chin and Hatori would wipe it up, making sure she ate all she could stand to eat. Her legs were weak and he carried her to bed. He left the room after she was wrapped up and turned out the lights. He had settled down in a chair by the door when he heard a cry from the room. He hurried in and turned on the lights and rushed to her side.
"Please! Don't leave me alone in the dark!" She grabbed him at the waist.
"It's okay Toharu." He slipped off his shoes and got in next to her. She finally fell asleep against his chest, lulled by the steady beating of his heart and his hand running down her soft hair. Through the whole night she had never let go of his shirt. He had had patients like this and decided that she needed to be moved. The next morning he went down to the courthouse and got passports. He met up with Shigure and got all of Toharu's things while the boys were at school, thinking she only had a cold and would be home when school was over. Unknowing that they might never see her again.
They rode to the air port, Akito didn't know anything, or wouldn't until Shigure told them when they were long gone, even he didn't know where they were going.
"United States, New York City, please." He handed the woman the money for first class.
"The plane will be boarding in three hours and thank you, sir." He steered Toharu to a table in a café.
"Hatori? Can we go to a hair stylist? I want to cut my hair." He nodded, rather sad. The man snapped a covering around her shoulders not seeing the trembling of Toharu's body at the close proximity. Her hair was short all over except her bangs and two pieces of hair that framed her face. She smiled politely at the hairdresser. She clutched Hatori's arm as that got a ride back to the airport. When they arrived they ate and it was time to board the plane. Toharu sighed. She handed the woman her ticket at just the time that Shigure told Yuki and Kyo she was on an airplane leaving the country with Hatori. Where? Kyo and Yuki would demand to know. He didn't know. Why? He couldn't tell them. Shigure would reply honestly. She knew they would be furious, but she couldn't face them, not soiled and damaged as she was. She was just grateful that Hatori didn't care. He was being so kind, it broke her heart. She wanted to show him how much she was grateful for what he has done for her, but she couldn't stand to be in this world any longer than she had to.
She felt nasty and vile. She could feel grime crawling on her body, she felt like every one could see the shadow that filled her. Any food she had she threw up, she always felt tired and sad. It was better once they got to New York. There was an apartment that any of the Shoma family could live in. It was furnished and had plenty of room. There were two extra rooms besides the two rooms they would need, the kitchen was large, and all of the bedrooms had it's own bathroom. There was a spacey living room and a study that was filled with books and room to put new ones.
Three days later she was enrolled in Trinity College and her grades were fine but nothing could make Toharu shine like she did, when she smiled, it felt hollow and false. After a week Hatori came home from the grocery store. When he got no reply from his call for her. He poked his head in her room with a knock when there came no reply. She wasn't in her room, but there was a light under the bathroom door.
'Toharu? Toharu!" She didn't open the door and he rammed it open with his shoulder. She was slumped against the wall she had a long deep cut on the underside of her left for arm. There was blood everywhere. He fell to his knees; the blood didn't show on his black pants or his stiff, thick black shirt that buttoned to the neck and to the end of his wrist. She was very white and turning cold. He felt for a pulse and there was barely one. He took out a cell phone and called an ambulance. He had towels clamped on her arm and held it up above her heart. He heard people come in the door.
"We're in here!" Two men in white uniforms ran in with a stretcher, Hatori put her on the stretcher. "I'm her doctor." They raced down the stairs and into an ambulance, they caught few eyes. When they arrived Hatori insisted they let him work on her, showed his credentials and everything. The nurse sighed and threw him a plastic out fit. There was a hair net, gloves, pants, shirt and coverings for his shoes. He entered a room and put them on. He washed his hands and pulled on gloves. He stepped in and they had thrown away the towels. They washed her and cut away her sleeve. It bleed cleanly, they set her up on an IV, since her blood type was O they got the most convenient type available. (A/N: For those of you who don't know, O can take any kind of blood and convert it to the right type.) They sewed up the wound and put her in critical condition wing. He waited with her all night, no one asked him to leave even after visiting hours, no one had the heart. He was woken by the sound of his cell phone.
"Hello?" Hatori asked yawning.
"Hatori? May I speak with Miss Honda, please?" He sat straight up wide-awake.
"Uh-uh she c-can't talk right n-now."
"Why? It's only four thirty where you are. What is she doing? What the hell is going on!?" The last comment was Kyo the first was Yuki's elegant voice. Hatori sighed.
"This is going to take a long time." He stepped out side. Nurses and doctors heard the whole time making sure Hatori didn't see them. No few were left with dry eyes, and those that were, were beyond tears. They had heard a lot of stories in this hospital, but it never made them numb to the horrors of the world.
There was silence on the other line. Shigure had put it on speaker and asked the hardest thing of Hatori.
"What happened to Toharu?"
"Hatori? He left the door open and Toharu was awake. "Thank you for telling them what happened. I don't think I could have done it. I'll take it from here." He handed her the phone reluctantly.
"Shigure? Yuki? Kyo? I'm sorry, please forgive me, for everything." She had a steady stream down her face. She started to break down.
"As your doctor, I refuse to let you do this." He gently took the phone away from her as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and her leaning up against his side with the bed rail pushed down as she lay in bed. "Toharu, for a moment, lost hope, and was taken by despair. She forgot just how much she was loved, and could no longer deal with her memories, and hurt herself. Now before you all start shouting, as I know you will, she is perfectly fine, she's just going to have a nasty scar. You don't need to worry." He heard sighs and they all wished them good-bye.
She had to stay a few days and build her strength but they released her to Hatori's care.
She went back to school very self-conscious. When she got to school she had a big surprise. Uo, in agreement with Hanajima, transferred back to New York to be with Toharu. Hatori, grateful that she would finally have a friend to be with her, invited her to stay as long as she cared to. After finding out what happened Uo sighed looking into her eyes.
"I guess we really failed you." She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Toharu's, scared at the old woman that looked out of Toharu's eyes. Hatori was glad the girl was there. Some hurts he couldn't heal with his medicine.
Two Weeks Later"Uo," she was counting on her fingers. She looked up with fear into Uo's eyes. "God help me, I'm pregnant..."
The End of Chapter One
I know it was malicious, but it'll turn out with a happy ending...I Hope.
Should I pair her with Hatori or no one? Those are the choices send in you answers with the review box even if that's all you write.
Also I would like you all to read hika-king 's fanfiction!
