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Enjoy!
Summary: Yuki's heart was broken. He knew he'd find healing, but never did he expect to find it in the word, "Uncle."
Hello Dad
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Yuki suspected that there was something between Tohru and Kyo, but he refused to believe that it would eventually push him from Tohru's caring circle. It extended to Ayame even. Surely he would always feel her love.
That was before the night that changed him entirely. It had been late, and he had checked on Tohru to find that she was not in her bed. Nervous, he walked around the house, hoping to find Tohru around.
And he did, but it nearly killed him to see her. She was sitting on the roof -with Kyo. That baka neko was kissing her and she was returning his kiss in full. Suddenly, Tohru slipped and Kyo turned into a cat. She only laughed and found her footing before she slipped off the roof to a balcony that led to Kyo's room. The cat grabbed his clothes in his mouth and trotted after her.
Yuki never checked on Tohru again.
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Yuki knew it before he had it confirmed. He had lost to Kyo. The darn cat had finally beaten him. Tohru really did like those guys that hurt her to show that they liked her. Within a day of finding out, he had returned to his shell, keeping to himself in his garden, in a corner, reading, away from any contact with any talking creatures. The birds would cry out to him in plaintive tunes, echoing the crying of his heart, but that was the only sound he would suffer to hear from a living thing.
His flowers were his sole reason for living. His garden was all that made him get up in the morning. Even then, it was questionable if that would get him out of the bed where he could simply sleep away the time.
His appetite disappeared, and then when he started to lose interest in even his garden, he knew he had a problem. The part of his mind that wanted to live and forget the girl that had ripped him apart inside started to think of something that might save him. Maybe another garden would do the trick.
Slowly, he started to develop another garden further into the woods, hoping that no one would ever discover it. It would be his secret get-away, to run to when everything was tough.
To his surprise, it did the trick. There was a lot of work to be done in the garden: hoeing, planting, caring, and weeding. Eventually, all of the work would dwindle, but it gave him time to think of another reason to get up in the morning.
The garden was well on its way to a good plot when he was summoned to Akito. Every other time he had been summoned, he had come out of it hating Akito for the injuries he had suffered. This time, though, as he told Tohru after she had asked, he found he almost wanted to feel the bruises forming. It would hurt less than this.
"Oh, Yuki! How horrible!" Tohru cried. "I hope Akito won't harm you this time!" Yuki only shrugged and tried to eat the now-bland food that Tohru had prepared. He had no taste for any food he had found these last few weeks; though he never told anyone, he was losing weight quickly. Tohru's food, though, had the least taste. It did not even taste bad: if she had burned it to a crisp he would not have tasted it.
"I don't care," Yuki answered, his face hidden under his silver bangs.
"Yuki, if there's a problem, you can talk to me, right?" Tohru said suddenly, leaning over the table. Yuki looked up at her. She really did not know how much she had ripped him apart. "We're still friends, right?"
"Sure," he muttered, getting to his feet. He really did not care about how she took that. He had to get to Akito. Akito was waiting.
Tohru looked at his retreating back, feeling betrayed. There was something wrong, but he never talked to her about it. She glanced down at the plate he had been eating from and quietly slipped it onto a scale. Silent tears started in her eyes to find that once again, he had not eaten enough for this sensitive scale to notice a difference in weight.
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Up in the dark room, Yuki waited, his head bowed low. Akito was there, but he had yet to say anything.
"Yuki, my dear Yuki," Akito murmured all of a sudden. "She hurt you deeply, didn't she?"
"Yes," Yuki muttered, his head still bowed.
"You thought you loved her, and you thought she loved you back," Akito continued. Tears formed in Yuki's eyes. It was as if he could read his mind.
"Yes."
"Then you found out she loved another."
"Yes." The tears slowly started down his face.
"And you felt like your heart was ripped apart."
"Yes," Yuki choked out. The tears were flowing freely now.
"You wished you could die because her memory would not leave you."
"Yes!" Yuki cried. Akito's long fingers curled around his chin and lifted Yuki's face to look him in the eye. Yuki was suddenly aware of pity in Akito's dark, deep eyes and he was comforted.
"Would you like to have your memory erased of her?" Yuki closed his eyes and Akito's fingers tightened on his chin. "Yuki, my dear one, she has taken you from me. Let me take you back. You did not hurt this much before she came. Now that she is here, she has hurt you." Yuki opened his large indigo eyes to gaze into his dark eyes and found a fatherly love watching him carefully.
"Yes." Akito smiled widely.
"You will no longer feel that pain, Yuki."
"I want her gone from my memory. I don't want to remember that I loved her. I do want to remember that she was here, and I want to remember who she is, but I don't want to remember my love for her."
Akito nodded and released his chin only to kneel next to him and embrace Yuki gently. "Crying for your dead love is allowed," he murmured. Yuki nodded in response and then allowed the suppressed sobs to be let loose. Akito only wrapped his arms tight around Yuki and smiled. One down.
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THIS NOTE IS IMPORTANT!! MOST OF MY NOTES ARE!!! PLEASE READ AND CONSIDER!!!
This is my first Fruits Basket fic. My friend got me stuck on this anime, even though I've not seen a page of manga and not a minute of anime. Yay!
Don't be nice because of that, though! I hate it when people take pity on me! I take pity on others, but I dislike pity.
So, I pose the question: Is Yuki really an uncle? Or is that a pet name? And who would be the father then? Guess and we'll see how the guessing works out.
Um, you're supposed to review to guess. And say, if you don't feel like guessing, just review and tell me how much you *cough* LIKE or HATE my story.
Thanks!
~ Kay Kylo
If you have found your way in here accidentally, most servers have a back button, therefore reversing your mistake, but I would prefer that you stick around.
If you have found your way in here because my summary intrigued you, I'm glad that you cared enough to see what my crazed mind has come up with.
If you are confused about the relationship between the summary and title, tell me and I will attempt to reverse it.
I'm going to warn you ahead of time: BUMPY AND VAGUE AT THE BEGINNING!!! If confused, a reader should review and ask questions! I have question and answer session periodically if I get enough questions.
Enjoy!
Summary: Yuki's heart was broken. He knew he'd find healing, but never did he expect to find it in the word, "Uncle."
Hello Dad
______________________
Yuki suspected that there was something between Tohru and Kyo, but he refused to believe that it would eventually push him from Tohru's caring circle. It extended to Ayame even. Surely he would always feel her love.
That was before the night that changed him entirely. It had been late, and he had checked on Tohru to find that she was not in her bed. Nervous, he walked around the house, hoping to find Tohru around.
And he did, but it nearly killed him to see her. She was sitting on the roof -with Kyo. That baka neko was kissing her and she was returning his kiss in full. Suddenly, Tohru slipped and Kyo turned into a cat. She only laughed and found her footing before she slipped off the roof to a balcony that led to Kyo's room. The cat grabbed his clothes in his mouth and trotted after her.
Yuki never checked on Tohru again.
___________________________
Yuki knew it before he had it confirmed. He had lost to Kyo. The darn cat had finally beaten him. Tohru really did like those guys that hurt her to show that they liked her. Within a day of finding out, he had returned to his shell, keeping to himself in his garden, in a corner, reading, away from any contact with any talking creatures. The birds would cry out to him in plaintive tunes, echoing the crying of his heart, but that was the only sound he would suffer to hear from a living thing.
His flowers were his sole reason for living. His garden was all that made him get up in the morning. Even then, it was questionable if that would get him out of the bed where he could simply sleep away the time.
His appetite disappeared, and then when he started to lose interest in even his garden, he knew he had a problem. The part of his mind that wanted to live and forget the girl that had ripped him apart inside started to think of something that might save him. Maybe another garden would do the trick.
Slowly, he started to develop another garden further into the woods, hoping that no one would ever discover it. It would be his secret get-away, to run to when everything was tough.
To his surprise, it did the trick. There was a lot of work to be done in the garden: hoeing, planting, caring, and weeding. Eventually, all of the work would dwindle, but it gave him time to think of another reason to get up in the morning.
The garden was well on its way to a good plot when he was summoned to Akito. Every other time he had been summoned, he had come out of it hating Akito for the injuries he had suffered. This time, though, as he told Tohru after she had asked, he found he almost wanted to feel the bruises forming. It would hurt less than this.
"Oh, Yuki! How horrible!" Tohru cried. "I hope Akito won't harm you this time!" Yuki only shrugged and tried to eat the now-bland food that Tohru had prepared. He had no taste for any food he had found these last few weeks; though he never told anyone, he was losing weight quickly. Tohru's food, though, had the least taste. It did not even taste bad: if she had burned it to a crisp he would not have tasted it.
"I don't care," Yuki answered, his face hidden under his silver bangs.
"Yuki, if there's a problem, you can talk to me, right?" Tohru said suddenly, leaning over the table. Yuki looked up at her. She really did not know how much she had ripped him apart. "We're still friends, right?"
"Sure," he muttered, getting to his feet. He really did not care about how she took that. He had to get to Akito. Akito was waiting.
Tohru looked at his retreating back, feeling betrayed. There was something wrong, but he never talked to her about it. She glanced down at the plate he had been eating from and quietly slipped it onto a scale. Silent tears started in her eyes to find that once again, he had not eaten enough for this sensitive scale to notice a difference in weight.
__________________________
Up in the dark room, Yuki waited, his head bowed low. Akito was there, but he had yet to say anything.
"Yuki, my dear Yuki," Akito murmured all of a sudden. "She hurt you deeply, didn't she?"
"Yes," Yuki muttered, his head still bowed.
"You thought you loved her, and you thought she loved you back," Akito continued. Tears formed in Yuki's eyes. It was as if he could read his mind.
"Yes."
"Then you found out she loved another."
"Yes." The tears slowly started down his face.
"And you felt like your heart was ripped apart."
"Yes," Yuki choked out. The tears were flowing freely now.
"You wished you could die because her memory would not leave you."
"Yes!" Yuki cried. Akito's long fingers curled around his chin and lifted Yuki's face to look him in the eye. Yuki was suddenly aware of pity in Akito's dark, deep eyes and he was comforted.
"Would you like to have your memory erased of her?" Yuki closed his eyes and Akito's fingers tightened on his chin. "Yuki, my dear one, she has taken you from me. Let me take you back. You did not hurt this much before she came. Now that she is here, she has hurt you." Yuki opened his large indigo eyes to gaze into his dark eyes and found a fatherly love watching him carefully.
"Yes." Akito smiled widely.
"You will no longer feel that pain, Yuki."
"I want her gone from my memory. I don't want to remember that I loved her. I do want to remember that she was here, and I want to remember who she is, but I don't want to remember my love for her."
Akito nodded and released his chin only to kneel next to him and embrace Yuki gently. "Crying for your dead love is allowed," he murmured. Yuki nodded in response and then allowed the suppressed sobs to be let loose. Akito only wrapped his arms tight around Yuki and smiled. One down.
_______________________
THIS NOTE IS IMPORTANT!! MOST OF MY NOTES ARE!!! PLEASE READ AND CONSIDER!!!
This is my first Fruits Basket fic. My friend got me stuck on this anime, even though I've not seen a page of manga and not a minute of anime. Yay!
Don't be nice because of that, though! I hate it when people take pity on me! I take pity on others, but I dislike pity.
So, I pose the question: Is Yuki really an uncle? Or is that a pet name? And who would be the father then? Guess and we'll see how the guessing works out.
Um, you're supposed to review to guess. And say, if you don't feel like guessing, just review and tell me how much you *cough* LIKE or HATE my story.
Thanks!
~ Kay Kylo