Previously on The doctor's daughter a prophecy has been told.

A death will cause a time of change,an outsider will come to the gates, a flower of hope will all be need, a dark secret reveled, a curse of a god shall be lighted, people coming far and wide, all shall be free by time of the lummox, a flower will revive a single grimalkin, save the fragile flower before a time of new life, harbor the life of this feeble creƤture, a curse will be free for any poor soul to take, the price must be paid in full, or thee wandering life's shall pay twice the price with their live's.

Hatori had to give up Akahana due to Akito.

I don't own Fruits Basket


Chapter 7 Hatori's POV

All I could do was think of my poor child. I had to give her up, my life was over there was no way I could do anything, ever again. My life would just drag on, like a never-ending cycle. Happiness, than eternal darkness, and sadness.

Why did I give my only happiness up? what was wrong with me?

My soul was gone, eaten by guilt. My life gone, my happiness eaten by my sorrow. All emotions gone with my curse. If I only could have kept her. For the second time in years I cried. I cried to try to wash my impure soul.

I could feel the hot, wet tears carving a path in water on my skin. My breathing long and far between, the gasps for air slowly slowed. Only to once more be brought back again. One emotion stood out over all. Sorrow.

My only child had, been taken away from me. If only I had tried to fight harder, maybe she would still be here. Out of all the Sohma's I had to, be the one whose child was band. All because of a disbelief of a god. I would break my curse and try to find my daughter. I wanted to, be there for her first word, and to see her walk and get her diploma. But due to a rejection of a god, I would never see that.

I would be lucky if I ever got to see her, ever again. I would be lucky to see her, ever again. All I wanted was to see her once more. To see her eyes once more, to feel her hands in mine once more. Once more is the phrase that had helped me to get as far as I had. Once more was all I asked.

Was it to much could I ever see her again? My hope had long passed when I had to let her go.

All she had left to find me was the locket Kana had gave to her, I put a picture of my self in the side. This picture was the only one I had of me smiling. My life was through. I had no porpoise in this life any more. My life was over, I was done for.

My only hope was that she could live a good life with a family. Have a loving mother and father, like I never had. My prayers were kind, I prayed for her. I prayed for my only child that wouldn't ever really know who she was.

My feet never left the ground, my hair was never brushed. My apatite was for nothing but the hole in my heart to be filled. I wised that some day soon I would see Ana. To see her laugh, to see her smile, to see her hug her family. Like the true person she was.

My candle had flickered out in the cold, hard wind. The wind had won. there was no warmth or guide light, any more. My days where through as a father, as a friend, as a gurden. My life was through with. No one could save me. My spring was gone, a blizzard came and stole her away from me.

I could never forget the person she was, the sweet caring person. My daughter was gone, swept up in the cold harsh weather of the Sohma's. No sun to shine; no people to love. No one but a cold hard husk of life.

Hot salt water was like a waterfall. With no where to go, boiling over the dam. Pushing through the soil to create new life. Freezing over to ice, staying in the cold darkness. Called the night. No light from the stars. Candles blown out. No soft lick of light to harbor new life. All there could ever be was Darkness. The cold harsh darkness. No sun, No light, No warmth. Just pitch black, no where to go, no place to run.

Let the darkness of the cold winter night eat me away. Till all that would be left is a cold heartless shell. No amount of love would heal. Just let me drift off in the cold, dark night.

Why couldn't I save her, drifting out of my reach in the cold, darkness of the ocean. To far out in the ocean of regret to save anyone. No place to go, the deeper you go the more regret you must concur. All must concur at any depth. This ocean was evil the cold dark wave pulling you in deeper to never be washed up.

A red rose in the snow. The cold slowly eating away all life of this plant. petals slowly wilting in a sign of death. All cold will concur to show a sad dropping rose. A red rose no longer crimson like blood. This plant was taken by the cold harsh weather of winter. No life can last long in the cold harsh winter weather. No one can stand alone for ever in the cold dark night with a dead rose by your side, a river frozen in the cold darkness. No one would last longer in this nightmare. For not I could.

I was thee cold harsh winter. I had no way to stop. I was to blame for my sorrow. No one could save me from my self. No one.