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Holding on to Love
Prologue: A Life for a Cure
It was a beautiful spring day in Kaibara prefecture, the sakura trees where in full bloom ready for Hanami, the streets where lined with happy and lively people and lovers, but in the luxurious part of town in the grand mansion of the Sohma Honke the brightness of the day seem to be deflected by the gloomy atmosphere which the residential houses exuded. For the reason for such gloomy presence was the sad tidings the morning sent. Akito was dying at the young age of 23 all of the Sohma' s including Tohru, who for the past three years became the family's secret keeper and close friend even to awful Akito, sat in vigil praying for a respite from Akito's demise. Hatori, the Sohma clan doctor with Tohru was at Akito's side calming him and easing his pains and relief from the deaths icy claws. Akito was pale and wan and too weak to speak but was thankful for the love and care Tohru and the other jyuunishi was giving him.
Then during the 6th week of Akito's sickness, Tohru went to the market to buy supplies and the only food that Akito can eat which were specialized meat and vegetables and fruits. While shopping in town she was bumped by an old crone, who she helped in apology for her dazed like clumsiness. The old woman invited her to a shop she owned and was given very important information . . .
Afterwards Tohru is seen hard at work in her room at the Honke writing several letter which she left on her desk and wiping slowly falling tears, she looks resolutely and determinedly forward, grabbing a blue velvet pouch of her desk . . .
That night while Hatori rested while waiting for his nightly shift, and Kyo and Yuki took a much needed nap after their own vigil with Akito, while Kureno, Kazuma, Shigure, Ritsu, and Ayame drowned their sorrows in researching for a way to abate the death curse from the Family Vaults of ancient scrolls. As Haru and the rests continue their vigil at the family shrine making offerings and prayers to spare Akito's life.
While this was going on in Akito's room several candle softly glowing provide the room light as well as shadows flickering on the bareness of the sick room in this gray world of pain a lone figure slowly circled Akito's bed with a bag of shiny silvery powder drawing patterns on the floor surrounding the patients bed, while it's occupant sleep the sleep of sickness. Then next the mysterious figure that was Tohru slit her palm and Akito's palm with a dagger and tied their hands together with a white handkerchief.
Akito slightly nauseated and waking from painful dreams opened his eyes from the slight pain and saw Tohru drink something from a bottle and then smiled gently at him and started chanting, while this was going on she and Akito started glowing the silvery gold light spread throughout the compound surrounding each jyuunishi member in its grasp, Hatori woke up with mingled desperation, hope and sadness in his eyes, Yuki and Kyo woke up startled from their restless nap, Haru, Kagura, Momiji, Rin, Kisa and Hiro got startled looks on their faces while praying at the family shrine and proceeded to run towards Akito's house, elsewhere Kazuma, Shigure, Kureno, Ayame and Ritsu woke up abruptly from their book induced stupor all of them feeling the tingles caused by the blood ceremony that Tohru was currently doing, and as one they started to run towards Akito and Tohru's location but was abruptly cut of by a vision they all heard and saw as if they were there Akito and Tohru in the ritual. Then all of their breathing stop and their hearts ceased to beat when they saw a final gentle smile from Tohru lips and gently closed her eyes to the world one last time. This action galvanized Akito to say: Tohru!! as if by some miracle he was suddenly given strength to sit in bed and catch her limp and cold body in his arms with the other Jyuunishi's all galvanizing to running to Akito's room once more. Running even faster after hearing Akito's agonized screams and howling cries. They were immobilized as they saw the scene displayed before them in Akito's room, with glazed empty eyes. They were too late Tohru was dead. . .
On the morrow of that faithful day, sorrow and painful cries permeated the honke compound the mournful news was carried on ravens wings. . . Tohru, the Sohma's only light of hope was dead, her best friends Saki, Megumi and Arisa were hysterical and distraught with grief, but they listened amazed at their friend's unselfish sacrifice so that Akito and the others may be cured of the curse that has plagued the family for several centuries. Momiji was tasked to get Tohru's favorite things so they may burry these with her, was suddenly seen weeping copiously while running towards the family room where the jyuunishi, the other close Sohma's and Tohru's friends where. The reason for the tears he found the letters that Tohru has lovingly written each of them. And shakily each of the person inside the room took their own letters and read them privately with Akito being the last still a little weak from his near death experience and from grief. . .
Days, Weeks, Months and Years pass by the grief is slowly ebbing away like a sea tide that pummels the ragged cliffs of time. Always constant was the willowy branches of the ever blooming Sakura Trees that provide shade on a lovely little grave, it was never neglected several bishounen men and bishoujo women visit her every other week and always they hear in the cooling breeze of the lake the tinkling laughter of their little onigiri, who brought colors to the life of the seemingly basket of fruits. . .
Holding on to Love
Prologue: A Life for a Cure
It was a beautiful spring day in Kaibara prefecture, the sakura trees where in full bloom ready for Hanami, the streets where lined with happy and lively people and lovers, but in the luxurious part of town in the grand mansion of the Sohma Honke the brightness of the day seem to be deflected by the gloomy atmosphere which the residential houses exuded. For the reason for such gloomy presence was the sad tidings the morning sent. Akito was dying at the young age of 23 all of the Sohma' s including Tohru, who for the past three years became the family's secret keeper and close friend even to awful Akito, sat in vigil praying for a respite from Akito's demise. Hatori, the Sohma clan doctor with Tohru was at Akito's side calming him and easing his pains and relief from the deaths icy claws. Akito was pale and wan and too weak to speak but was thankful for the love and care Tohru and the other jyuunishi was giving him.
Then during the 6th week of Akito's sickness, Tohru went to the market to buy supplies and the only food that Akito can eat which were specialized meat and vegetables and fruits. While shopping in town she was bumped by an old crone, who she helped in apology for her dazed like clumsiness. The old woman invited her to a shop she owned and was given very important information . . .
Afterwards Tohru is seen hard at work in her room at the Honke writing several letter which she left on her desk and wiping slowly falling tears, she looks resolutely and determinedly forward, grabbing a blue velvet pouch of her desk . . .
That night while Hatori rested while waiting for his nightly shift, and Kyo and Yuki took a much needed nap after their own vigil with Akito, while Kureno, Kazuma, Shigure, Ritsu, and Ayame drowned their sorrows in researching for a way to abate the death curse from the Family Vaults of ancient scrolls. As Haru and the rests continue their vigil at the family shrine making offerings and prayers to spare Akito's life.
While this was going on in Akito's room several candle softly glowing provide the room light as well as shadows flickering on the bareness of the sick room in this gray world of pain a lone figure slowly circled Akito's bed with a bag of shiny silvery powder drawing patterns on the floor surrounding the patients bed, while it's occupant sleep the sleep of sickness. Then next the mysterious figure that was Tohru slit her palm and Akito's palm with a dagger and tied their hands together with a white handkerchief.
Akito slightly nauseated and waking from painful dreams opened his eyes from the slight pain and saw Tohru drink something from a bottle and then smiled gently at him and started chanting, while this was going on she and Akito started glowing the silvery gold light spread throughout the compound surrounding each jyuunishi member in its grasp, Hatori woke up with mingled desperation, hope and sadness in his eyes, Yuki and Kyo woke up startled from their restless nap, Haru, Kagura, Momiji, Rin, Kisa and Hiro got startled looks on their faces while praying at the family shrine and proceeded to run towards Akito's house, elsewhere Kazuma, Shigure, Kureno, Ayame and Ritsu woke up abruptly from their book induced stupor all of them feeling the tingles caused by the blood ceremony that Tohru was currently doing, and as one they started to run towards Akito and Tohru's location but was abruptly cut of by a vision they all heard and saw as if they were there Akito and Tohru in the ritual. Then all of their breathing stop and their hearts ceased to beat when they saw a final gentle smile from Tohru lips and gently closed her eyes to the world one last time. This action galvanized Akito to say: Tohru!! as if by some miracle he was suddenly given strength to sit in bed and catch her limp and cold body in his arms with the other Jyuunishi's all galvanizing to running to Akito's room once more. Running even faster after hearing Akito's agonized screams and howling cries. They were immobilized as they saw the scene displayed before them in Akito's room, with glazed empty eyes. They were too late Tohru was dead. . .
On the morrow of that faithful day, sorrow and painful cries permeated the honke compound the mournful news was carried on ravens wings. . . Tohru, the Sohma's only light of hope was dead, her best friends Saki, Megumi and Arisa were hysterical and distraught with grief, but they listened amazed at their friend's unselfish sacrifice so that Akito and the others may be cured of the curse that has plagued the family for several centuries. Momiji was tasked to get Tohru's favorite things so they may burry these with her, was suddenly seen weeping copiously while running towards the family room where the jyuunishi, the other close Sohma's and Tohru's friends where. The reason for the tears he found the letters that Tohru has lovingly written each of them. And shakily each of the person inside the room took their own letters and read them privately with Akito being the last still a little weak from his near death experience and from grief. . .
Days, Weeks, Months and Years pass by the grief is slowly ebbing away like a sea tide that pummels the ragged cliffs of time. Always constant was the willowy branches of the ever blooming Sakura Trees that provide shade on a lovely little grave, it was never neglected several bishounen men and bishoujo women visit her every other week and always they hear in the cooling breeze of the lake the tinkling laughter of their little onigiri, who brought colors to the life of the seemingly basket of fruits. . .