Hello everybody!! Its been 2 long years, and by now I know you must hate me D; I was on here recently, reading my favorite stories, when I clicked the wrong thing and realized that I have fanfictions :o. Lame, I know... Reading through them, I went on a frantic search and found my binder with this story, deciding I have evolved, this is a new and revised version, with a new summary and everything. More chapters will come!! So stay tuned...
Disclaimer: I don't own Furuba, but if I did, Yuki would be mine and Tohru would be dead. No offense...D:
When the Snow Melts
Tragedy is around every corner of the Sohma's main house. Skeletons line the closets, secrets that can never get out. Until one night, one escapes from the icy grip. All the elements have changed now that the doors have been opened. So tell me, when the snow melts, what does it become?
Chapter 1
Thunder crashed, lightning soon followed, dragging shadows across the shoji screen as it retreated. Rain had been falling for almost two days now. Another flash, near the front of the room two dark figures talk in the silence of the storm.
"Hatori…go find her, I want you to bring her to me…"
"I'll go now."
One of the figures turned and left through the nearest door, pausing when he heard his name again.
"And Hatori…tell no one."
With a small nod, he slid the door gently shut behind him. Hitching his collar a little higher, he ducked out into the downpour. Shaking off the feeling of eyes on him, he opened an umbrella and left through the main gates.
Nearly a minute passed before a silhouette stepped out of the shadow of a nearby building, words of the overheard conversation passing through his mind.
"I've got to find her…"
"What did you call me, you damn rat?!"
"I called you a clumsy fool…you stupid cat."
"Yuki! Kyo! Try not to destroy my house!" Shigure's voice was heard from his study.
"That's it!"
Fed up, the cat ran upstairs to his bedroom. Entering the dining room, Shigure looked sadly at the mess.
"I guess we'll have to clean up then…"
Tohru slowly gathered the plates that had miraculously survived Kyo's outburst, making her way to the kitchen. Leaving the other two to right the tipped table, and mend the busted shoji screens. A knock was heard at the door.
"I'll get it!" Tohru called, wiping her hands on her apron on her way to the front room.
"Hello Haru! What brings you by?"
Smiling, she stepped aside, letting the familiar face to enter. Drenched, Hatsuharu stayed silent as he brushed by her to take a seat in the living room. Curious, Kyo followed him, drawn downstairs by the news of a visitor. Peeking around the corner, Shigure smiled,
"Haru! What a pleasant surprise!"
Entering, Yuki crossed his arms, "What are you doing here?"
"Yuki! That's no way to greet a guest…"
Smiling, Tohru took a seat beside the white-haired boy, resting her hand gently on his shoulder. Encouraged, he lifted his coat into his arms, uncovering what he held. A small wolf was cradled in the folds of his coat, as white as fresh snow in the winter.
"She needs a place to hide…"