~ Chapter 2 ~ ~ The Death of a Sohma ~
"Honda-san hurry it up! Table five is waiting to order and table ten needs fresh drinks"
"Hai. I'm hurrying sir," Tohru chirped before rushing off to assist the two tables.
Tohru had worked as a waitress in a nice, quiet restaurant in Tokyo for about two years now and enjoyed every moment of it. She met lots of new people and her boss even let Shinta sit with the greeter on Fridays, saving her a day of paying for day care.
One gentleman sitting at one of Tohru's tables was reading the day's newspaper. "Anything interesting going on today sir?" she asked while pouring him more coffee.
"Hai. A Sohma has died. Very sad indeed."
"Hai. Enjoy your lunch."
The news shook Tohru harshly. For the rest of her shift her mind wandered through all of the Sohmas she knew.
Could it be Kyo? Or what about little Momiji? Maybe her "sister" Kisa!
By the time Tohru began her walk to pick up Shinta it was nearly impossible for her to think of anything else.
"Mommy! I've missed you! Did you enjoy work?"
Shinta was always happy to see her in the afternoon, but if her downed face put him off, the little boy did not show it.
Tohru knew that her child knew something had happened because he was unusually good during their walk to the park.
"You go ahead and play. I'm going to get a newspaper. Now what are you supposed to remember?"
"No talking to anyone I don't know. And no picking on the girls."
You could tell he was her child when he smiled. It was the same goofy, grin that Tohru often wore in her youth.
"Very good! Maybe we'll stop and get some ice cream on the way home. Now go have fun. And be careful!"
Shinta ran off to go play with two boys that lived in the same apartment building. Their father waved to Tohru for her to join him.
"Ah. Hello Honda-san."
"Good day Yang-san. Have you seen the paper today?"
"Hai. In fact I've just finished it. There was another article about that Yuki Sohma you fancy so much."
The man in his mid-thirties laughed and asked her if she would like the newspaper.
"Thank you Yang-san."
"Daddy! Daddy!"
"Come play with us!"
The two boys waved to their father from their spot in the sand. Shinta continued to dig in the sad.
"Excuse me."
As her neighbor left to go play with the boys, Tohru wondered if little Shinta knew that his family was different from that of his friends.
When Shinta happily waved to her, Tohru thought about what Yang-san had just told her.
An article about Yuki.. A Sohma. Dead..
She hadn't dared to think it, but what if it was true? Could Yuki be dead?
Holding tears back Tohru opened the front section, expecting the worse.
Instead she saw something she would have never thought. A plain, simple headline.
AKITO SOHMA DEAD.
"Honda-san hurry it up! Table five is waiting to order and table ten needs fresh drinks"
"Hai. I'm hurrying sir," Tohru chirped before rushing off to assist the two tables.
Tohru had worked as a waitress in a nice, quiet restaurant in Tokyo for about two years now and enjoyed every moment of it. She met lots of new people and her boss even let Shinta sit with the greeter on Fridays, saving her a day of paying for day care.
One gentleman sitting at one of Tohru's tables was reading the day's newspaper. "Anything interesting going on today sir?" she asked while pouring him more coffee.
"Hai. A Sohma has died. Very sad indeed."
"Hai. Enjoy your lunch."
The news shook Tohru harshly. For the rest of her shift her mind wandered through all of the Sohmas she knew.
Could it be Kyo? Or what about little Momiji? Maybe her "sister" Kisa!
By the time Tohru began her walk to pick up Shinta it was nearly impossible for her to think of anything else.
"Mommy! I've missed you! Did you enjoy work?"
Shinta was always happy to see her in the afternoon, but if her downed face put him off, the little boy did not show it.
Tohru knew that her child knew something had happened because he was unusually good during their walk to the park.
"You go ahead and play. I'm going to get a newspaper. Now what are you supposed to remember?"
"No talking to anyone I don't know. And no picking on the girls."
You could tell he was her child when he smiled. It was the same goofy, grin that Tohru often wore in her youth.
"Very good! Maybe we'll stop and get some ice cream on the way home. Now go have fun. And be careful!"
Shinta ran off to go play with two boys that lived in the same apartment building. Their father waved to Tohru for her to join him.
"Ah. Hello Honda-san."
"Good day Yang-san. Have you seen the paper today?"
"Hai. In fact I've just finished it. There was another article about that Yuki Sohma you fancy so much."
The man in his mid-thirties laughed and asked her if she would like the newspaper.
"Thank you Yang-san."
"Daddy! Daddy!"
"Come play with us!"
The two boys waved to their father from their spot in the sand. Shinta continued to dig in the sad.
"Excuse me."
As her neighbor left to go play with the boys, Tohru wondered if little Shinta knew that his family was different from that of his friends.
When Shinta happily waved to her, Tohru thought about what Yang-san had just told her.
An article about Yuki.. A Sohma. Dead..
She hadn't dared to think it, but what if it was true? Could Yuki be dead?
Holding tears back Tohru opened the front section, expecting the worse.
Instead she saw something she would have never thought. A plain, simple headline.
AKITO SOHMA DEAD.
