Hime no Hana
And when I thought that I was alone
You reached out for my hand.
And together we walked towards the horizon
Hand in hand
Crossing the garden of Paradise
The flower and the prince.
Chapter IV: Flower and the Prince
Tohru-chan was happy.
More correctly, she was ecstatic.
The little brunette twirled around the garden, whirling and twirling like no tomorrow. She was wearing a pale pink dress with ruffles so it billowed around her almost like a tent but much more graceful. The brilliant sun light poured down onto her bringing out the faint highlights in her dark hair. Flowers surrounded her and she would've made a pretty picture.
"I never knew that Aki-kun had a garden!" She murmured to herself. Then, she turned her head to the beautiful flowers. A section of them caught her eyes- they were the roses. They weren't blooming and the rich red had faded from the normally scarlet Damask roses.
"Hello, Tohru-chan," A light voice said. Had her ears deceived her? Was the voice actually _cheerful_?
She turned her head and her dark brown eyes widened in surprise. " Hello, Aki-kun! I didn't know that you had a garden."
The young man glanced around him at the delicate flowers and his gray eyes softened slightly as she sat down on a nearby bench. "Hmm. I noticed that the damask roses are not quite well, ne?"
"Hai," Tohru said sadly. " They're so beautiful though, it's sad that they don't really thrive here."
"The weather's too hot lately," Akito said instantly. " A rose can not thrive in an environment that is too hot. They need a climate like England or some part of America. A friend had given me the roses as a farewell gift." His gray eyes lowered to the ground as he sighed. " I have not been taking care of them enough. It is my fault."
A small hand slipped in his and the Clan Head looked up to meet a pair of understanding brown eyes. Tohru smiled slightly as she squeezed his hand. " Aki-kun, you blame yourself too much for everything."
"You don't know what kind of person I am," He said abruptly and drew his hand away. There was hurt on Tohru's face as she sighed slightly. There was a fluttery feeling in Akito's stomach as if something was trying to get out. Suddenly he turned to Tohru with a sincere look.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I've done so much horrible things in the past," Then Akito's eyes hardened. " I hate love."
"Huh?" The girl turned with a wide-eyed expression on her face of plain disbelief. " Why do hate love? Love is what bonds the people in the world. If there wasn't love, then there would be arguing, war, and quarreling every day. Don't we have enough of that, Aki-kun?"
"I," Here his voice broke, " hate loving because everyone I loved have died. God, do you know how it hurts when you love someone and suddenly one minute they're there and the next they're dead? Or worse, they don't even know that you exist in this world?"
" I know," Tohru said resolutely, " My parents are both dead. Father died in a car accident long time ago when I was young and Mother died about a year or so before. "
Akito raised his head to her, his eyes hauntingly beautiful as he smiled slightly. " You understand."
She turned her head towards him and blinked before breaking into a heartbreakingly sweet smile. Then she bent forward and embraced him tightly, her hand clutched his shirt and she threw her arms around his neck. Akito sighed heavily and rested his chin against her hair. She smelled like violets and a feeling of early spring swept though him.
"Aki-kun."
"Tohru-chan."
"What are they doing right now?" A voice hissed.
"I don't know, you're blocking my view, Gure-chan! Aha! I can see them now, they're caught in an embrace," The white haired latter said dramatically.
"Ohmygosh! That's so heartbreakingly sweet. Picture this- the villain, antagonist- Akito falls deeply in love with the princess- Tohru. They seek the king's consent for marriage. And when he disagrees, they run off a hotel-"
"GURE-CHAN!" Ayame shrieked at the besotted novelist. " How could you say such things about Tohru? She's so pure and sweet that she's like a flower in everyone's minds."
"And Akito's a Venus Flytrap," Shigure muttered under his breath.
Ayame ignored him this time and sighed breathlessly. " When they get married, I'm going to design Tohru's dress! Yes! It will be a brilliant white dress with satin and it's going to be a halter top-"
"Rubbish! Tohru's only sixteen! And besides, Akito is two years older than her," The novelist said sniffing indignantly. The latter cast him a piercing glare as he responded, " What? Do *you* have any intimate feelings for Tohru-chan? Don't tell me about it! You're old enough to be her father!"
"Iie, of course not! Besides, look who's talking. Isn't your brother only ten years younger than you?"
"That's not the same!"
"Of course it is!"
"Aki-kun?" The girl said softly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Hai?"
"You're nice."
"Almost as nice as Yuki?" His voice was light and teasing, not the least bit harsh.
"You two are very different," Tohru said quietly.
"Are we?" Akito asked, shifting his position slightly so he'd be more comfortable. " Yuki hates me."
"He does not," She said, " He just hates you when you hurt him."
"Really?"
"Really."
Brief silence.
"Tohru?"
"Hai."
"You're sweet. Almost as sweet as a princess of flowers. That's what I'm going to call you from now on- Hime-chan."
".that's sweet," She said smiling.
"Of course it is."
*The End*
[Author's Notes]
Okay, this was kind of short. I hope everyone likes the ending. I swear, I was trying to make something really angsty at first but look what it turned out to be! PURE WAFF! -____-;; Oh well, we always need more fluff, ne? Fluff is nice. *mumbles to herself* Okay, I'm satisfied with this fic but I know that a lot of ppl probably wished Akito to die or something.
But I'm not that evil. ^_~ He's a bishounen after all- what more can you ask?
Now I have a poll- for the next Fruits Basket fic, which bishounen would you want paired up with Torhu? (I luv them all) Haru, Yuki, Kyo, Momiji (^^), etc.
Thanks everyone for reviewing! I luv you all!
And when I thought that I was alone
You reached out for my hand.
And together we walked towards the horizon
Hand in hand
Crossing the garden of Paradise
The flower and the prince.
Chapter IV: Flower and the Prince
Tohru-chan was happy.
More correctly, she was ecstatic.
The little brunette twirled around the garden, whirling and twirling like no tomorrow. She was wearing a pale pink dress with ruffles so it billowed around her almost like a tent but much more graceful. The brilliant sun light poured down onto her bringing out the faint highlights in her dark hair. Flowers surrounded her and she would've made a pretty picture.
"I never knew that Aki-kun had a garden!" She murmured to herself. Then, she turned her head to the beautiful flowers. A section of them caught her eyes- they were the roses. They weren't blooming and the rich red had faded from the normally scarlet Damask roses.
"Hello, Tohru-chan," A light voice said. Had her ears deceived her? Was the voice actually _cheerful_?
She turned her head and her dark brown eyes widened in surprise. " Hello, Aki-kun! I didn't know that you had a garden."
The young man glanced around him at the delicate flowers and his gray eyes softened slightly as she sat down on a nearby bench. "Hmm. I noticed that the damask roses are not quite well, ne?"
"Hai," Tohru said sadly. " They're so beautiful though, it's sad that they don't really thrive here."
"The weather's too hot lately," Akito said instantly. " A rose can not thrive in an environment that is too hot. They need a climate like England or some part of America. A friend had given me the roses as a farewell gift." His gray eyes lowered to the ground as he sighed. " I have not been taking care of them enough. It is my fault."
A small hand slipped in his and the Clan Head looked up to meet a pair of understanding brown eyes. Tohru smiled slightly as she squeezed his hand. " Aki-kun, you blame yourself too much for everything."
"You don't know what kind of person I am," He said abruptly and drew his hand away. There was hurt on Tohru's face as she sighed slightly. There was a fluttery feeling in Akito's stomach as if something was trying to get out. Suddenly he turned to Tohru with a sincere look.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I've done so much horrible things in the past," Then Akito's eyes hardened. " I hate love."
"Huh?" The girl turned with a wide-eyed expression on her face of plain disbelief. " Why do hate love? Love is what bonds the people in the world. If there wasn't love, then there would be arguing, war, and quarreling every day. Don't we have enough of that, Aki-kun?"
"I," Here his voice broke, " hate loving because everyone I loved have died. God, do you know how it hurts when you love someone and suddenly one minute they're there and the next they're dead? Or worse, they don't even know that you exist in this world?"
" I know," Tohru said resolutely, " My parents are both dead. Father died in a car accident long time ago when I was young and Mother died about a year or so before. "
Akito raised his head to her, his eyes hauntingly beautiful as he smiled slightly. " You understand."
She turned her head towards him and blinked before breaking into a heartbreakingly sweet smile. Then she bent forward and embraced him tightly, her hand clutched his shirt and she threw her arms around his neck. Akito sighed heavily and rested his chin against her hair. She smelled like violets and a feeling of early spring swept though him.
"Aki-kun."
"Tohru-chan."
"What are they doing right now?" A voice hissed.
"I don't know, you're blocking my view, Gure-chan! Aha! I can see them now, they're caught in an embrace," The white haired latter said dramatically.
"Ohmygosh! That's so heartbreakingly sweet. Picture this- the villain, antagonist- Akito falls deeply in love with the princess- Tohru. They seek the king's consent for marriage. And when he disagrees, they run off a hotel-"
"GURE-CHAN!" Ayame shrieked at the besotted novelist. " How could you say such things about Tohru? She's so pure and sweet that she's like a flower in everyone's minds."
"And Akito's a Venus Flytrap," Shigure muttered under his breath.
Ayame ignored him this time and sighed breathlessly. " When they get married, I'm going to design Tohru's dress! Yes! It will be a brilliant white dress with satin and it's going to be a halter top-"
"Rubbish! Tohru's only sixteen! And besides, Akito is two years older than her," The novelist said sniffing indignantly. The latter cast him a piercing glare as he responded, " What? Do *you* have any intimate feelings for Tohru-chan? Don't tell me about it! You're old enough to be her father!"
"Iie, of course not! Besides, look who's talking. Isn't your brother only ten years younger than you?"
"That's not the same!"
"Of course it is!"
"Aki-kun?" The girl said softly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Hai?"
"You're nice."
"Almost as nice as Yuki?" His voice was light and teasing, not the least bit harsh.
"You two are very different," Tohru said quietly.
"Are we?" Akito asked, shifting his position slightly so he'd be more comfortable. " Yuki hates me."
"He does not," She said, " He just hates you when you hurt him."
"Really?"
"Really."
Brief silence.
"Tohru?"
"Hai."
"You're sweet. Almost as sweet as a princess of flowers. That's what I'm going to call you from now on- Hime-chan."
".that's sweet," She said smiling.
"Of course it is."
*The End*
[Author's Notes]
Okay, this was kind of short. I hope everyone likes the ending. I swear, I was trying to make something really angsty at first but look what it turned out to be! PURE WAFF! -____-;; Oh well, we always need more fluff, ne? Fluff is nice. *mumbles to herself* Okay, I'm satisfied with this fic but I know that a lot of ppl probably wished Akito to die or something.
But I'm not that evil. ^_~ He's a bishounen after all- what more can you ask?
Now I have a poll- for the next Fruits Basket fic, which bishounen would you want paired up with Torhu? (I luv them all) Haru, Yuki, Kyo, Momiji (^^), etc.
Thanks everyone for reviewing! I luv you all!