"We just click" by Sohma Hatori (A/N: Bah..I hate these disclaimers and
stuff, I don't own furuba, don't bother trying to sue, you'll look rather
stupid even if you win. Haru x Tohru is not my favorite couple, second
favorite. Toriru is my favorite ^_^ Music that inspired this: Rhythm
Emotion, Just Communication, Shining Collection, Sleepless Beauty, and lots
more that I was too lazy to mention. Iceman rules! Summary: Hatsuharu and
Tohru have lived with eachother since college. They've found everything
they've ever wanted, a loving home and acceptance. However, a serious blow
is dealt to them, they find out Tohru can never bear his child. They decide
to adopt.(Yes, its someone from Furuba xD))
It was 7:00AM in the morning, Sohma Hatsuharu wanted sleep. However, he couldn't get it because of the constant clatter in the kitchen not too far off from their bedroom. Last night was filled with excitement, as they had gotten important news from the doctor concerning Tohru and their child. Ah yes, Hatsuharu would be a father. The words didn't scare him, he was more then ready for it and loved his soon to be wife very dearly. Those four years together had given Hatsuharu what was never allowed of a jyuunishi member, complete bliss. Sure, they had their share of arguments and bickering but in the end they were more happier together than apart. It was on one of those days that he could see they were meant to be, an item, match made in heaven, two peas that share the same pod, whichever you wanted to call it they were.
"Haru-chan...ano..what would you like for breakfast?" Tohru had asked rather happily. It was just like her to be concerned on what other people preferred.
"Tohru.anything you make is fine." Which was not a lie. If there was anything Tohru hadn't a fault in, it was cooking. Tohru simply nodded her ok, then continued to make the heavenly smells emit from her kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later Haru shuffled out of his bed.his warm bed with the wonderous scent of the thing he held most dear. Putting on his slippers(which had little cows at the tips, Tohru had thought they were cute), he walked slowly and unsteadily into the kitchen, not even having to open his eyes to guide him through their hallway. The cow sat down at his spot on their table, and looked at todays delicious feast. Fish, miso soup, and rice. His favorite. Tohru knew well that one of the ways to win a mans heart is through his stomach. Tohru smiled sweetly. The look on her face was one of things about her that turned him on. He could have her right now, on this table. But he wouldn't, they had a child on the way and he wouldn't jeopardize it for his cravings. He shrugged off this newfound animalistic behaviors and dug into the scrumptious meal. Tohrus mind was on other things however.
Is he satisfied? Oh no! Maybe I cooked the fish too long! Does he like broiled fish!?! Maybe the rice is too bland for him!?! Another thing about Tohru, sometimes she just killed herself with worry. Sighing, she decided to sit on their couch in the living room and watch some TV, something she rarily ever did. However, it was Saturday morning, therefore her favorite anime, Yami no matsuei was on. She was drawed into it, the whole concept of shinigami and tsuzuki warped her mind as she once again became a momentary fangirl. Ooh, is this the part where Hisoka kisses him!?! Waiiii After finishing his breakfast, he was less than thrilled of seeing his love hyperactive over her anime. It was indeed a scary sight. Yes, today was one of those days where he would be wrapped up in writing another of his mangas. He sighed inwardly as he opened his laptop and started up word processor.
"Ah, Mister Sohma, Miss Honda. I have been eagerly awaiting your visit. It seems theres been a little..complication."
"Complication?" they both echoed as they started to worry at the possibilities of meaning to that word.
"Yes..it seems Miss Honda.cannot bear your child. Your sperm is infertile, unable to mate with her egg"
"I...I see doctor" Hatsuharu looked mortified. His depression reflected upon his face, as if he had been guilty of this..
"Ah.its alright Haru.its not your fault.we still have our happiness" She started to say.but the look on Haru told him he was not convinced.
"I still love you.." She said slowly as she encircled her arms around his broad shoulders, making sure she her chest did not touch his. He looked straight down at the ground, unable to reply.
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It was 7:00AM in the morning, Sohma Hatsuharu wanted sleep. However, he couldn't get it because of the constant clatter in the kitchen not too far off from their bedroom. Last night was filled with excitement, as they had gotten important news from the doctor concerning Tohru and their child. Ah yes, Hatsuharu would be a father. The words didn't scare him, he was more then ready for it and loved his soon to be wife very dearly. Those four years together had given Hatsuharu what was never allowed of a jyuunishi member, complete bliss. Sure, they had their share of arguments and bickering but in the end they were more happier together than apart. It was on one of those days that he could see they were meant to be, an item, match made in heaven, two peas that share the same pod, whichever you wanted to call it they were.
"Haru-chan...ano..what would you like for breakfast?" Tohru had asked rather happily. It was just like her to be concerned on what other people preferred.
"Tohru.anything you make is fine." Which was not a lie. If there was anything Tohru hadn't a fault in, it was cooking. Tohru simply nodded her ok, then continued to make the heavenly smells emit from her kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later Haru shuffled out of his bed.his warm bed with the wonderous scent of the thing he held most dear. Putting on his slippers(which had little cows at the tips, Tohru had thought they were cute), he walked slowly and unsteadily into the kitchen, not even having to open his eyes to guide him through their hallway. The cow sat down at his spot on their table, and looked at todays delicious feast. Fish, miso soup, and rice. His favorite. Tohru knew well that one of the ways to win a mans heart is through his stomach. Tohru smiled sweetly. The look on her face was one of things about her that turned him on. He could have her right now, on this table. But he wouldn't, they had a child on the way and he wouldn't jeopardize it for his cravings. He shrugged off this newfound animalistic behaviors and dug into the scrumptious meal. Tohrus mind was on other things however.
Is he satisfied? Oh no! Maybe I cooked the fish too long! Does he like broiled fish!?! Maybe the rice is too bland for him!?! Another thing about Tohru, sometimes she just killed herself with worry. Sighing, she decided to sit on their couch in the living room and watch some TV, something she rarily ever did. However, it was Saturday morning, therefore her favorite anime, Yami no matsuei was on. She was drawed into it, the whole concept of shinigami and tsuzuki warped her mind as she once again became a momentary fangirl. Ooh, is this the part where Hisoka kisses him!?! Waiiii After finishing his breakfast, he was less than thrilled of seeing his love hyperactive over her anime. It was indeed a scary sight. Yes, today was one of those days where he would be wrapped up in writing another of his mangas. He sighed inwardly as he opened his laptop and started up word processor.
"Ah, Mister Sohma, Miss Honda. I have been eagerly awaiting your visit. It seems theres been a little..complication."
"Complication?" they both echoed as they started to worry at the possibilities of meaning to that word.
"Yes..it seems Miss Honda.cannot bear your child. Your sperm is infertile, unable to mate with her egg"
"I...I see doctor" Hatsuharu looked mortified. His depression reflected upon his face, as if he had been guilty of this..
"Ah.its alright Haru.its not your fault.we still have our happiness" She started to say.but the look on Haru told him he was not convinced.
"I still love you.." She said slowly as she encircled her arms around his broad shoulders, making sure she her chest did not touch his. He looked straight down at the ground, unable to reply.
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