HIS FORBIDDEN FEELINGS

DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT own Fruits Basket! All credit goes to Natsuki Takaya for her wonderful characters and the original story she created! I own nothing!

SUMMARY:The curse is broken, but Hatori still has something weighing on his heart. He's in love with Tohru Honda, Kyo's new wife. Will Hatori confess his love, even if it's too late?

RATED: M for Mature (You have been warned!)

Chapter 1 Painful To Watch

Hatori sipped his glass of red wine slowly as he watched Kyo and Tohru Sohma dance in the center of the main Sohma House. The room was decorated with white lilies and satin streamers. The tables were filled with close friends and family; most of which were the Sohma family, along with Saki Hanajima, Arisa Uotani, all of Yuki's student council friends, and a picture of Tohru's mother, which was set perfectly by the three-layered cake, half chocolate and half vanilla. Tall golden candle holders stood on all four corners of the room, accompanied by light from the chandelier, which glowed down upon the newly weds.

Hatori smiled warmly as he watched only Tohru in her white wedding dress with a corseted back, tied with light pink ribbons. Her hair was left down over her shoulders, but it was curled and beautiful; a look that he thought suited her well. Her pale skin appeared to glow with her natural light that emitted off of her body. Hatori's thoughts of her were nothing but pure as he watched her and blanked Kyo out.

Hatori looked to the side dully as Ayame pranced up to him with a grin plastered on his face. "Isn't it wonderful, Hatori?" He chimed, "Tohru looks nothing but extraordinary in my masterpiece of a dress! Doesn't it give off her innocence? Well, of course it does! After all, I am the artist behind the art!"

Hatori nodded as if he didn't care too much. "Indeed. You're loud." He took another sip of red bliss and then brought his glass down, holding it as elegantly as he looked.

Ayame sighed dreamily and then smiled mischievously, putting his thumb and forefinger under his chin as he looked over at Hatori. "Any idea where they're honeymooning?"

Almost choking, the dark-haired man griped, "No! And I don't want to know!"

"Oh, my. It appears I stuck a nerve."

"Don't make me drench the ceremony in blood," Hatori said.

Ayame gave him an appalled look, gasping dramatically. "You wouldn't!"

"You underestimate a gentle doctor."

The white-haired man clapped as the dragon raised his glass as soon as the dance ended. Tohru looks so happy, Hatori thought, secretly wishing that it were him who held her hands through a three-minute love serenade. He watched as Tohru giggled and gave Kyo a warm smile; a smile that she had once blessed Hatori with when they'd first met on that snowy day.

"Speech! Speech!" Ayame shouted, suddenly grasping Hatori's arm and yanking him forward. "A speech from Hatori-san!"

"What are you doing?" He asked through clenched teeth, feeling uncomfortable. But, before he could comprehend what the idiot was saying, Hatori noticed everyone in the room staring at him, including Tohru. Hatori stared back at her, taking in her beauty before he awkwardly cleared his throat and bowed his head. "Um…uh…" Hatori felt hot on his face, but he controlled his emotions and looked up, smiling and laughing some. "To the new couple! May they be blessed with many happy years ahead!"

"Here! Here!" Everyone cheered, raising his or her crystal glasses and toasting.

Hatori went to take a drink as well, but realized that his glass was nearly empty. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "I need more wine…"

"That was wonderful, Hatori-san!"

The dragon looked up to see Tohru standing there with her white-gloved hands folded in front of her, smiling like she always did. His mouth hung open for a moment before he smiled. "It was nothing," he told her. "I meant…every word." His last comment wasn't exactly a lie. He wanted Tohru to be forever happy.

The girl's two best friends flanked her sides. Arisa Uotani and Saki Hanajima bowed to Hatori and thanked him for being there for Tohru. "It's nothing," he replied yet again, not knowing exactly what to say. His heart beat fast and hard in her presence and it seemed harder to swallow when her eyes looked at him directly.

"Well," Tohru said, bowing toward Hatori. "Please, excuse me. I have to…uh…"

Arisa laughed aloud, amused by Tohru's embarrassment. She wanted to have a little fun with her friend, so she blurted, "Want me to hold your dress up?"

Saki just laughed lightly as Hatori touched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, embarrassed just as much as Tohru was. The girl blushed immensely and shook her head rapidly, "N-No! I can do it! I don't need help! Arisa-san, please, stop teasing me! I'm sorry, Hatori-san!"

"You don't have to apologize. Just go if you have to."

With that said, Tohru took off in a frenzy toward the restrooms. As Saki and Arisa went to join Kureno at the other end of the room, Hatori realized that he had to relieve himself as well. With them out of his space, he headed toward the restrooms as well. After finishing up, Hatori made his way out into the hall where he found Tohru sitting on the hallway bench, crying. The dragon rushed to her side and kneeled down in front of her. "Tohru, what's wrong?" He asked.

Tohru uncovered her face, revealing red cheeks and two streams of tears on each side of her face. "M-M-My…d-dress…"

"Your dress?"

"I…I…ripped it…the door…it got caught…and I…I…"

Hatori glanced down, seeing the rip at the bottom of the dress clearly. He looked back up at the sobbing girl in front of him. "I'll go get Ayame," he said firmly, but he was stopped by a tiny, trembling hand that grasped his sleeve. He looked back, seeing Tohru look up at him in distress.

"You can't!" She insisted. "Ayame-san worked so hard and he would be so disappointed if he…if he found out I…ripped the dress…"

Hatori bit his lip and kneeled down next to her once again, wiping away her tears with both his thumbs, and offering her his handkerchief. She took it and grasped it in her hands, shaking a little. He took her jittery hands and stared at her directly. "That idiot won't be disappointed," he told her. "And I don't know how to sew, so I hate to say it, but…we need him."

Tohru sniffled, taking one of her hands away from Hatori and wiping her face with his handkerchief. "O-Okay, Hatori-san. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It seemed like apologizing to him made her spare a few more tears in the process.

Hatori patted her head, smiling a little. "It's alright," he said softly, brushing his palm over her soft hair and bringing her into a hug, so that her forehead was resting against his chest. "Cry all you want."

Tohru blinked in surprise and even blushed a little as she stared at the spot where Hatori's heart hid behind his shirt. I can feel his heart pounding hard, or is that my own heart pounding in my ears, she wondered, suddenly realizing Hatori's scent and how he smelled so sweet.

Hatori blushed mildly and then pulled slightly away from her, looking deep into her lovely eyes, studying her small, frail body, and how she looked radiant in her wedding dress, despite it being ripped by the wrath of the bathroom door. The young doctor couldn't seem to help himself. He cupped her face between his large, soft hands and brought his face closer to her lips.

Tohru instinctively grasped his wrist, but not hard enough to stop him. "H-Hatori-san…"

"I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do," he said, bringing her to him gently.

Thank you for reading the first chapter! I really appreciate it! Arigato! Thank you! :D I don't know how many of you enjoy Hatori and Tohru pairing, but I've had this idea in my head recently, so...I hope you like it. PLEASE REVIEW! And if you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them! : ) I will try to update very soon...and I promise not to disappear for long periods of time! But, if I do, please forgive me! Hehe! Oh...anyway...I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Forbidden Love!

Love, Jisushika-Sensei