Akito stayed in the hospital for a week. He was then discharged home to
recover further. Hatori looked after him like a worried mother about her
sick child and tried to give him every possible comfort. He would take no
other patients except Akito. I had never seen Hatori work so hard.
Akito was very tired most of the time and didn't speak much. Fortunately, aside from being exhausted most of the time, there were no injuries to Akito from the stroke. He would be back to his old self once again in no time. Hatori, you could tell, was ecstatic from this news, though he kept it mostly to himself and tried to hide it. I really had no idea how much Hatori really cared for Akito. After all that's happened, he still cares for him as a father looking after his sometimes foolish and naive son. If anytihng ever did happen to Akito, I'm sure we all would be very sad.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*... [Hatori]
That day when Tohru went to visit Akito, she told him that when he died we would all be very sad to lose him. I suppose I believed it at the time, but only now do the words hit me with such force that I think about how fortunate we are to have him here with us, and how terrifying and sad it really would be to lose him. I should be more thankful that Akito is even alive.
When I first heard the news Akito had had a stroke, those words echoed in my mind horrifyingly. I showed no signs of it, but I was frozen with fear. Had Akito left my life then, I wonder if I could still continue to move forward and get over it. I probably would have quit being a doctor for the Sohmas. I would hate myself for not being able to save his life.
So now, that he is alive and healthy, do I find myself truly grateful.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*... [Tohru]
At this point, things seemed to be in the middle, if you know what I mean. The awkwardness would become heavy sometimes when we were alone. But we knew it would come to an end soon. We each sensed that it was coming. We were going to tell each other exactly how we felt about this situation. But the fact that we knew nothing of this mysterious date when we would tell our true feelings was maddening.
Shigure must have been feeling a lot of stress as well. But I think he knew what was going to happen. Me, I wasn't sure. I wasn't entirely positive of my feelings toward this situation anymore, or Shigure. In the beginning, which seems like an eternity ago, what started this entire thing, I knew what my exact feelings were toward this situation; I wanted to end it and Shigure and I would remain close friends.
But now it seems more complicated than that. My feelings for this situation have grown over time, but so have my feelings for Shigure as well. I dream of the day when I could hold him in my arms and.....
But I still wasn't sure of my feelings. I wasn't sure what Shigure meant to me anymore. A lot more than friends, almost in a- No! That's just crazy! It isn't even rational! Romance- ha! But my heart was telling me something else. I felt a heated shiver go through me as I thought of it. In truth, nothing holding it back or any lies, I secretly felt a burning desire to hold him and kiss him, and tell him I would never leave him. I wanted Shigure so much it was unbearable at times.
This was love. I felt it pulse through my vains every time I glanced at him. Just imagining his long, black hair and dark eyes, wearing his grey kimono, made me wish I could pull him into my arms right that moment and feel his hair and touch his skin. It was a crazy emotion that was so strong yet always gentle for him. I wondered if he felt the same way.
I took a breathe and sat on my bed. "Mom, is this what you felt with dad?" I asked. Did all love feel this way? Did it feel this hurried and urgent like mine did? Was it always so strong? When I see him smile, I can feel this feeling grow inside me, wanting to come out, to express itself in a kiss. I imagined his mouth pressed against mine in a sweet kiss. He does this to me, nobody else.
And so I waited as the hours passed, day by day, for that unknown date when I would tell him, I was in love with him. Yuki, who by this point, had an entire theory of what was going on between Shigure and I, though he could only speculate, seemed to notice. One time he even told me "It's okay." He seemed to be catching on to what Shigure was thinking as well, and I was dying to know.
"Yuki, um...Shigure, you seem to know a lot of his 'views'," I phrased it. "What does he think of me?" I asked slowly. This seemed to take Yuki for surprise but his features softened. "Just wait," he told me. "You'll know soon." With those words, I became a little more at ease.
My prayers were finally answered one day in the late afternoon, around 4. We had eaten an early dinner, because Yuki had to oversee activities with the School Board and Kyo had to go as well. Shigure was reading the newspaper in his study with the door to the outside open. I knew exactly what part of the newspaper he was reading right then. He always read the newspaper in a certain order and right now would be glancing over the obituaries.
Because Akito had had a stroke recently, I decided you only live once, and so, I decided I just wanted to see him, to talk to him, even if it did result in nothing. I slid open the fusuma and immediately upon seeing his head partilaly hidden by the newspaper, I knew, we would confess. No more waiting.
He had heard me and looked up through his black-rimmed glasses. He did not smile but seemed to meet me with an expecting gaze. He remained silent for a moment. "Shigure," I began in a somewhat forced voice. I knew that now, the one that I loved would know how I felt, but I could not begin it. "Tohru, we need to talk," he suddenly said. I nodded in approval. "Yes, we do," I agreed to the floor.
"Shigure, I- I need to tell you what I feel." We apparently both had the same thing in mind. He stood and folded the newspaper unevenly and rested it on his desk by the computer. He stepped towards me cautiously and gently brushed my cheek with his hand. I almost flinched at his touch. "Shigure...?"
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Yep, the end of ch. 8. 9 and 10 will be arriving as a double package soon! Bye 'til then!
Akito was very tired most of the time and didn't speak much. Fortunately, aside from being exhausted most of the time, there were no injuries to Akito from the stroke. He would be back to his old self once again in no time. Hatori, you could tell, was ecstatic from this news, though he kept it mostly to himself and tried to hide it. I really had no idea how much Hatori really cared for Akito. After all that's happened, he still cares for him as a father looking after his sometimes foolish and naive son. If anytihng ever did happen to Akito, I'm sure we all would be very sad.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*... [Hatori]
That day when Tohru went to visit Akito, she told him that when he died we would all be very sad to lose him. I suppose I believed it at the time, but only now do the words hit me with such force that I think about how fortunate we are to have him here with us, and how terrifying and sad it really would be to lose him. I should be more thankful that Akito is even alive.
When I first heard the news Akito had had a stroke, those words echoed in my mind horrifyingly. I showed no signs of it, but I was frozen with fear. Had Akito left my life then, I wonder if I could still continue to move forward and get over it. I probably would have quit being a doctor for the Sohmas. I would hate myself for not being able to save his life.
So now, that he is alive and healthy, do I find myself truly grateful.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*... [Tohru]
At this point, things seemed to be in the middle, if you know what I mean. The awkwardness would become heavy sometimes when we were alone. But we knew it would come to an end soon. We each sensed that it was coming. We were going to tell each other exactly how we felt about this situation. But the fact that we knew nothing of this mysterious date when we would tell our true feelings was maddening.
Shigure must have been feeling a lot of stress as well. But I think he knew what was going to happen. Me, I wasn't sure. I wasn't entirely positive of my feelings toward this situation anymore, or Shigure. In the beginning, which seems like an eternity ago, what started this entire thing, I knew what my exact feelings were toward this situation; I wanted to end it and Shigure and I would remain close friends.
But now it seems more complicated than that. My feelings for this situation have grown over time, but so have my feelings for Shigure as well. I dream of the day when I could hold him in my arms and.....
But I still wasn't sure of my feelings. I wasn't sure what Shigure meant to me anymore. A lot more than friends, almost in a- No! That's just crazy! It isn't even rational! Romance- ha! But my heart was telling me something else. I felt a heated shiver go through me as I thought of it. In truth, nothing holding it back or any lies, I secretly felt a burning desire to hold him and kiss him, and tell him I would never leave him. I wanted Shigure so much it was unbearable at times.
This was love. I felt it pulse through my vains every time I glanced at him. Just imagining his long, black hair and dark eyes, wearing his grey kimono, made me wish I could pull him into my arms right that moment and feel his hair and touch his skin. It was a crazy emotion that was so strong yet always gentle for him. I wondered if he felt the same way.
I took a breathe and sat on my bed. "Mom, is this what you felt with dad?" I asked. Did all love feel this way? Did it feel this hurried and urgent like mine did? Was it always so strong? When I see him smile, I can feel this feeling grow inside me, wanting to come out, to express itself in a kiss. I imagined his mouth pressed against mine in a sweet kiss. He does this to me, nobody else.
And so I waited as the hours passed, day by day, for that unknown date when I would tell him, I was in love with him. Yuki, who by this point, had an entire theory of what was going on between Shigure and I, though he could only speculate, seemed to notice. One time he even told me "It's okay." He seemed to be catching on to what Shigure was thinking as well, and I was dying to know.
"Yuki, um...Shigure, you seem to know a lot of his 'views'," I phrased it. "What does he think of me?" I asked slowly. This seemed to take Yuki for surprise but his features softened. "Just wait," he told me. "You'll know soon." With those words, I became a little more at ease.
My prayers were finally answered one day in the late afternoon, around 4. We had eaten an early dinner, because Yuki had to oversee activities with the School Board and Kyo had to go as well. Shigure was reading the newspaper in his study with the door to the outside open. I knew exactly what part of the newspaper he was reading right then. He always read the newspaper in a certain order and right now would be glancing over the obituaries.
Because Akito had had a stroke recently, I decided you only live once, and so, I decided I just wanted to see him, to talk to him, even if it did result in nothing. I slid open the fusuma and immediately upon seeing his head partilaly hidden by the newspaper, I knew, we would confess. No more waiting.
He had heard me and looked up through his black-rimmed glasses. He did not smile but seemed to meet me with an expecting gaze. He remained silent for a moment. "Shigure," I began in a somewhat forced voice. I knew that now, the one that I loved would know how I felt, but I could not begin it. "Tohru, we need to talk," he suddenly said. I nodded in approval. "Yes, we do," I agreed to the floor.
"Shigure, I- I need to tell you what I feel." We apparently both had the same thing in mind. He stood and folded the newspaper unevenly and rested it on his desk by the computer. He stepped towards me cautiously and gently brushed my cheek with his hand. I almost flinched at his touch. "Shigure...?"
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Yep, the end of ch. 8. 9 and 10 will be arriving as a double package soon! Bye 'til then!