A/N: Oh, in the last one, when I was talking about broken bones, I meant he obtained them previously. He wasn't standing there with bent up arms and legs or anything. He fractured bones earlier on though, but let's pretend Kazuma has magical healing powers, kay?

Oh, and about this one—I know Takaya said Hatori would never see Kana again. Well boo on her. I'm allowed some creative licence, so when you review, PLEASE don't say things like "omgzz he waZZNT sposed 2 meet kaaana evr agn!11" Just no. All right then, now that that's settled…

Oh, and the part about the ring was supposed to be more dramatic, but it came out totally wrong. xD

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya. The 100 drabbles idea belongs to fanfic100.

Years

Hatori stood outside of the store, sipping on his coffee slowly. It was one of the rare days where Akito wasn't sick and in need of Hatori's constant assistance—he was very glad to finally have a day off.

He began to stride down the street, being avoided by passers-by because of his height and hair that, he knew, made him look slightly strange to the normal person. He rubbed at an eye wearily, taking a larger gulp of his coffee, ignoring the stinging of his tongue that ensued. Sighing heavily, he stopped at the crosswalk. He really had no idea where he was going. What was there to do, anyway? He wasn't used to so much spare time.

"AAAAAH!"

Hatori stumbled as a body ran full force into him. He let out a small gasp as his Styrofoam cup of coffee fell and spilled onto the sidewalk. Strangers glared at him from the sides, but continued to walk on.

"Oh, I'm sorry! So sorry, really!" The girl stepped back and bowed to Hatori numerous times.

Hatori's stomach lurched. His heart began to beat at a rate he hadn't known it could. He quickly bent his head down to cover his eyes.

"It's no problem," he muttered, sidestepping her and taking one stride away from her. But in order to do this, he had to pass her. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he walked quickly past her.

"H—Hey! Wait! Can I take you out for coffee or something? I really didn't mea—" The girl had grabbed his arm with her hand. This caused Hatori to convulsively wrench his arm away from her. "All right, geesh! I'm sorry…" Hatori stopped walking, not knowing what to do. Walk away, his mind told him, walk away…

He spun around to face her, acting as if he were walking back the way he came.

"Hey!" The girl hadn't left her spot from where she had grabbed his arm. "Are you—is your name Hatori Sohma? Hatori! It is you!"

Hatori blinked rapidly, trying to act mildly surprised. "Oh—Kana. Hello." He really tried to be enthusiastic. Really.

Kana grinned up at him. "Just the same as ever, right Hatori?"

He continued to look at the ground. If she saw more of his face, it might rekindle her memories and terrible things could happen. This was so painful. He felt like he just wanted to grab her in his arms and hug her to death—but Akito's words held him back.

"Yea…the same as ever."

"What? You can't even talk to me after all these years?" she teased. "What have you been up to? What's your job?"

Hatori froze. "I'm still a doctor."

"Really? That's so cool! I'm…" Kana stopped talking and bent down to look up at Hatori. She gasped. "Hatori! Your eye!"

He gasped. Was she remembering? What was going on? A whirlwind of memories began to flash in front of his sight. This was bad, this was bad. He was an idiot—he was so stupid.

"It looks a bit strange—almost fuzzy," she continued, reaching up her left hand towards it. Hatori flinched away, not only because it could bring back memories, but also because of the ring on her left hand that he hadn't noticed before.

"Look—Kana," he mumbled, her name coming strangely to his lips, "I have a very important appointment I have to meet. I'm sorry. Maybe we can meet again sometime."

Kana smiled almost sadly. "Yea…I guess."

Hatori strode away, rubbing at his eye wearily. He was an idiot! A bumbling, idiotic, fool! No wonder he never left the estate! He hated himself. He hated himself for ever thinking of proposing, for ever erasing her memories, for being so careless as to daydream while he walked…

As soon as he turned the corner, Hatori leaned against the fence, sighing into his hands.