Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. If I did Akito would have gotten his come uppin's a LONG time ago.
Author's note: It's been a while since I actually saw Fruits Basket and I maybe a little rusty on character's personalities. I apologize bear w/ me. Oh, and I could never grasp the concept of the "chan" "san " thing so if some one could kindly clear it up for me in a review I'd luv you forever. Constructive criticism is always welcome. With that said on w/ the story!
Hatori Sohma was standing on nothing, all around him he could see nothing but swirling darkness. He was dressed in his usual attire, a black suit with a dark tie, but it was obvious to the doctor that he was dreaming.
He did not know when the girl came into view among the swirling black, but once he noticed her he had to wonder if she had always been there. She was clad in what seemed to be a peasant's grab from the French revolution era. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a disheveled bun and her steely blue eyes never wavered in their gaze. The oddest thing about the girl though was the fact that her face was Hatori's. She had his nose, his chin, his cheekbones, his ears- every thing but his eyes and hair.
It was then that he noticed a particularly deep gash on the right side of her forehead slowly emitting blood. His doctor instincts took over and Hatori took a step forward to treat her wound. But as soon as he did the darkness gave way and the two were standing in his personal quarters of the house.
He was dressed in a deep blue polo shirt and his dark hair was shorter than he remembered. Sitting on the couch was that girl and like Hatori, her outfit changed as well. She wore a tight fitting blouse in a light shade of green and a pair of low rising blue jeans. The gash was still there though and Hatori found himself gingerly sewing it back together.
"You won't let him go through with this, will you Haa-san." She wondered.
Hatori sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Akito is the head of the family, I cannot challenge his authority. You will simply have to accept it."
She sighed and crossed her arms obviously displeased, "You know, the seahorse male carries the young instead of the female and takes on the role of protector of the young?"
Hatori gave her a stern look as he finished sewing the gash up. "I can't challenge Akito's authority." He repeated, "That's what heads of families do, they make decisions and once made, those decisions are set in stone."
"As is your heart, Haa-san." She growled standing up angrily and shoved Hatori aside as she walked to the door and properly slammed it. Hatori went after her and opened the door to call her back but he did not step into the hall.
The image of his room, the somewhat disorganized haven for a college pre-med. student disintegrated and Hatori found himself staring at endless red. Once again the girl appeared in the same French Revolution garb as before and this time she gazed at the doctor with a mix of horror and disbelief.
"Hatori, what have you done?" She asked backing away from him and in the process disappearing.
As her query echoed in the endless space of red, Hatori noticed his hands were moist. He raised them to his eyes for he could not see. Then all of the sudden he could see, the endless red became a bright yellow and he found the source of the moisture on his hands… it was blood. It was not his, and that fact bothered Hatori more than any thing. All he could do was stare in shock.
Then, in the distance Hatori could see a silver object flying toward him fast. In a minute it was there, a large stainless steel sink with the water running from it's spout. The sink rammed into him hard and it took a minute for Hatori to realize the purpose of this sink.
He began to washthe blood from his hands as a group of unknown voices sang softly in the distance,
"The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing? Say do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that we greet when tomorrow comes!"
As the voices sang, the endless yellow shifted suddenly to green, then brown
scarlet black ochre peach ruby olive violet fawn lilac gold chocolate mauve.
Hatori could not wash the blood from his hands but continued with a new fervor. As he sped up his task, so did the singing. It got louder and faster as did the colors switch faster and appeared brighter until it all seemed to melt together like and endless tie dye shirt.
Cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and gray
The girl appeared again off in the distance watching the doctor in his frantic struggle to cleanse the blood from his hands. She did not help him nor did she show any sign of pity. She just stood there in the distance, her gray-blue gaze never wavering.
purple and white and pink and orange and
"BLUE!" Hatori found himself scream as he sat up suddenly shaken from his nightmare.
"cheese? Why the hell would you dream about blue cheese? That stuff is toxic! Now I'd much prefer to dream about high school girls! Now that's something to dream about!" A male voice questioned. Hatori could not make out where he was or who was speaking to him. All he could do was shake. Why, he did not know. Perhaps the dream was too vivid.
Hatori took a bracing breath to regain composure and blinked to clear his vision. It worked. He was in Shigure's house and currently was on the couch.
Shigure was standing adjacent from him with a worried look creeping up on his usual gleeful face.
"Haa-san," he questioned, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," Hatori replied though he had to admit he was still shaken. He stood up and found himself wearing the clothes he wore yesterday. Then it all came back to him.
Shigure had called around evening asking for him to come over. Yuki was sick; he had been throwing up for the past hour with out intervals. So Hatori went and checked Yuki out, he gave him some medicine to ease Yuki's stomach pains but it was most decidedly more than just the flu. So Hatori spent the night to observe, in the morning he would take a blood sample to analyze.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Shigure repeated, "I haven't seen you this shook up since-"
"Who's shook up?" Tohru asked walking into the room with a tray of tea and toast. "I thought you might want breakfast." She explained to Hatori.
He took the tray and thanked her. Tohru repeated her question, not wanting to be left in the dark.
"Who's shook up?"
" Haa-san," Shigure replied regaining his childish demeanor, " He had a nightmare about blue cheese!"
Tohru raised an eyebrow and suggested Hatori should cut the sweets at night then left to do her chores.
Silence enveloped the two friends for a moment as the doctor munched quietly on his breakfast. When the silence broke it was Shigure who spoke.
"Yuki stopped throwing up. He still can't sit up though. He says his stomach is killing him
"I would expect so," Hatori returned calmly, "That sort of thing is common with food poisoning."
"So you think Yuki has food poisoning?" Shigure inquired.
"As it stands now that is what it looks like, but I need to run some blood tests." Hatori replied taking a sip of tea then standing up. He set the tray on the coffee table and headed toward Yuki's room.
"Haa-san," Shigire called after him. The doctor turned with a questioning look on his face. Shigure continued, " Are you positive you're alright?"
"Yes." Hatori said getting annoyed; he had a job to do.
"I'm just asking because in your sleep you were calling out Ivy's name."
"I'm fine." He returned simply with increasing anger and walked away to do his job.
A/n: What do you think? Did I keep everyone in character? As I said before constructive criticism is always welcome. I'll base my updates on how well ya'll review so please review!