Imprisonment

We Meet Again

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She stared at it blankly, not believing any word that her companion had just said.

"Hatori left with Yuki? Without telling us? Telling me?" Shigure asked in disbelief. He turned to look at the two teenagers, expecting an answer to explain everything. "How could he do that?"

"Ano…Shigure-san?" Tohru asked out of the blue, her eyes focused on the navy-haired novelist. "Could you call Hatori-san and ask about this? He can confirm if Yuki was brought to the main house…" she ended her sentence with a vanishing tone. Kyou looked at her with concern depicted in his orange eyes.

"Great idea, Tohru-kun!" Shigure praised the 18-year old. "Wait for me here."

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As Tohru sat near one side of the dining table, with Kyou on the other side, Shigure talked to Hatori on the phone. Tohru's eyes were focused mainly on the table, her hand fumbling with her skirt, her head hanging low. Her fingers were trembling so hard and her mind screaming for confirmation of Yuki's sudden disappearance.

Why did she worry anyway? Worry so much that she couldn't concentrate on anything else?

She knew why – she knew it very well. For Yuki was a Sohma, Yuki was a friend – a close friend, or maybe even more. Her heart longed for the purple-haired Jyuunishi, her skin longing for his touch, her ears yearning for the soft tone of his voice, her eyes wanting to drown in his deep purple orbs…Tohru wanted to have everything of him. It was absolutely selfish – but what can you do when you're in love? Be selfish, conceited, stupid, foolish, awkward, and weird…

And she was worried on what the Sohma master would do to her precious Yuki.

She was tapped out of her trance and trail of thoughts when another Sohma made himself known.

"Hatori said that he did pick up Yuki early in the morning. A…Akito wanted Yuki to stay there…" Shigure said in a monotone voice, which was unlikely of him. He glanced over to Tohru and saw the expression on her face, discerning that it would be best if he told a little white lie to brush off the expression on Tohru's façade. "…for some time."

Shigure's last words made a major upturn for Tohru's feelings. But it wasn't up to an extent that Tohru would start to smile and the normal glints in her eyes shine. The fact that Yuki was in the hands of Sohma Akito sent unwanted chills of fear down her spine. There were so many ways…so many reasons why she feared of Yuki with Akito.

"Tohru-kun, daijoubu?"

"Ah…hai, atashi-wa daijoubu desu!" Tohru tried to answer in her happiest tone. But deep inside, her heart was twisted in worry of not being with Yuki.

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Her blue eyes strayed over to the open window, wandering snowflakes slowly drifting inside her bedroom. She propped her chin on her palm and rested her elbow on the table, letting the cold, winter wind brush past her hair. Blue orbs were fixed on the snowflakes flying everywhere, her gaze nonchalant, lifeless and soulless. She was knocked out of her happiness, her mind ejecting images of possible torture to her loved one, terrible thoughts entering her once innocent mind.

She shivered; knowing once again that her loved one was out of her presence.

She opened her other hand, letting a stray snowflake land on her palm. She studied it before it melted away; her eyes still blasé.

"Yuki…" she murmured. His name meant snow. His skin was white as snow…he was as pure as snow…and she didn't want him to melt away; just like the snowflake did. She wanted him to be with her forever. And now that he was gone and was taken to Akito, she was broken. She was too worried, too stressed, and too concerned about Yuki's status.

It started to take tolls on our little Tohru as time went by, approximately two days.

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His silvery-purple eyes opened once again, after taking slumber for two straight days and three nights. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, made of bamboo and wood, styled in authentic Japanese culture. It was too familiar to him, for he had experienced the most horrible days of his childhood in this room…a room he never wanted to get back in…

But now, once again, he was there, but now laying on a futon, his head propped up against a soft pillow. He looked down at himself and saw his clothes gone, instead a pale blue gi took its place. Out of curiosity and frustration, he sat up and brushed a hand through his disheveled purple hair.

'Why am I here? The last thing I remember was…' he thought; now remembering what happened two days before. Yuki remembered that his door opening discreetly waked him, though a small creak was produced from it. He was sitting up already when he noticed Hatori was the one who deliberately entered his room without permission.

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"Hatori-san! Why are you in here?"

"Akito wants you back at the main house." Hatori simply explained, getting straight to the point without hesitation. Yuki shook his head in disapproval.

"I don't want to go back there." Yuki merely answered, not bothering to get out of bed. "I belong here."

"But Akito wants you back. He expects we be there today."

"You know what he did to me, Hatori-san! I…" Yuki looked downcast. "I…don't want to go back there…"

"I know what he did to you, but I'm terribly sorry. Akito ordered it, and I couldn't disobey him." Hatori explained hastily. "I promise I'll try to keep watch."

"Demo…"

"I'm so sorry, Yuki-kun." And with those words, Hatori stepped closer to his younger cousin and delivered a strong blow on his stomach, knocking out the Jyuunishi.

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Sohma Yuki sighed and ran another hand through his hair, fully knowing what happened to him. Without even saying goodbye…he left his cousin Shigure's home…without even a word…to his precious little angel. Honda Tohru…an angel of beatific innocence. How he loved her wasn't even measurable. His love for her was too much, overflowing, filling every bit of him, every empty void. She was the only one he needed, the one he wanted, and the one he craved for. No one in the whole wide world can ever replace Tohru, even if you put all the girls together. Tohru was one of a kind, one in a million…and she was the only one who can make him happy…make him feel contented. For Tohru was the only one made for the person called Sohma Yuki.

In other words, they were perfectly meant to be with each other.

Yuki was beginning to think about lying back down to dream about his angel, when the door suddenly opened. Icy, stoic, dark navy blue eyes peered through the paper door and eyed the young man with something that couldn't be described.

His mauve eyes widened at the sight of him. He was wearing his usual attire – a gi with a traditional Japanese robe hanging lazily over it. The man's dark blue hair was so much like Yuki's – arranged in the same way, cut in the same length. Yuki started to back away from the approaching older relative, freeing his legs from the concealed space of the tucked blanket, his eyes still widened in fear.   

But he was too slow, for the man caught up to him with a menacing smile playing on his lips. His eyes were narrowed before opening fully, still eyeing his favorite prey. His mouth was now curved into a smirk as he continued to watch his younger cousin squirm under his presence, even though he was just standing still in front of the 18-year old teenager.

"My dear Yuki…we meet again…"

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