Finding New

Chapter 6: Definite

By: Nikumu Chan

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket

Author's Note: Eeeeh!! Sorry for the long wait. I haven't been feeling well lately and there's been, like, three school projects that I had to do. I'm really sorry, guys!! Please read, enjoy, and review for me!!

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Yuki silently ushered the still rather quiet Tohru into the Sohma house and showed her to the guest bedroom, where she was to stay. Tohru walked in and soundlessly sat in her, hopefully only, temporary bed, looking around curiously.

Yuki took a hesitant step towards the girl. "Honda-san, are you alright now?" he asked softly.

Tohru looked up to Yuki, surprised. She plastered a happy smile to her face and asked, "What do you mean? I'm fine, Yuki-kun. Why wouldn't I be?"

'Well, only because while at your house you were crying your eyes out and you were quiet the whole way home.' He reasoned privately. Yuki shook his head. "No reason," he lied.

Tohru nodded silently, not knowing how else to respond. "So, when do I start?" she asked suddenly.

"Start what, Honda-san?"

"Um, housecleaning, cooking," she listed, "You know, the stuff that a housekeeper usually does . . . ?"

"Oh, yes. Well, you could start by making some dinner, maybe?" he suggested.

"Sure!" Tohru agreed. She paused at the door way as she walked out, "Um, Yuki-kun, could you please remind me to call my Ojii-san after dinner. I kind of . . . hung up on him. . ."

Yuki nodded silently.

"Thank you, Yuki-kun," That said, Tohru bounded off towards the kitchen.

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"I'll be right back," Tohru called, moving towards the room enclosing the telephone. She hesitated at the doorway when she heard Yuki call her back.

Yuki walked up to her. "Will you be okay this time? No running away again, right?"

Tohru sighed inwardly. "Yuki-kun, I'll be fine, I promise,"

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Yuki-kun,"

"Alright," Yuki relented and walked off.

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"Ojii-san?"

"Tohru? What happened?!"

"I'm sorry, Ojii-san, I was just . . . taken by surprise. Forgive me, but you were a little too blunt for my liking,"

"Yes, yes, I know,"

"Um, Ojii-san?"

"Hmm??"

"Um, I was invited to stay here at a friend's house for a while. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Tohru. If you'd like, I could have a room fixed up for you if you want to stay here. It'll take a while, though,"

"Oh, thanks Ojii-san, but you really don't have to,"

"I want to, Tohru. You are my granddaughter, after all,"

"Well, yes, I know that, but," Tohru sighed, defeated, "Okay, Ojii-san, Thank you very much."

"You're always welcome, Tohru. I'll get to that today and I'll call up the school when they're done. Thank your friend for me, please,"

"Yes, Ojii-san,"

"Take care, Tohru,"

"I will, Ojii-san. You too, okay? Bye!" With that, she hung up the phone, sighing happily.

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Yuki watched with mild amusement as Kyou beat the living hell out of Shigure for a wrong-taken comment.

Tohru blinked when she saw the odd scene. She looked to the calmest one, who, as usual, was Yuki. "Ah, Yuki-kun?" Though she wasn't loud, both Kyou and Shigure looked up along with Yuki at her voice, Kyou's fist still mid- air, poised for another blow to the poor man.

"Yes?" Yuki answered quietly.

Tohru made a quick gesture to Kyou about his hand and he quickly tucked it behind his back, dropping the limp Shigure in the process, earning a pitiful yelp s he hit the floor. Kyou turned slightly pink.

Tohru giggled at their antics and looked back to Yuki. " . . . I called my Ojii-san. He said it'll take a while to get a room ready for me, so I guess I'm staying here for a while, I--"

Shigure, who had immediately jumped to his feet at the word 'stay', interrupted, "You're staying? Really??"

Tohru nodded meekly.

Shigure grinned and danced around, singing an inappropriate tune. Tohru blushed and, in a second flat, Shigure was on the floor, several lumps protruding from his skull. Kyou and Yuki stood over him, veins throbbing angrily. Shigure chuckled uneasily, waving them off with one hand and rubbing his head tenderly with the other.

Tohru blinked. This was one thing, she suspected, that she'd have to get used to. She sighed mentally; she and fighting didn't get along well. It always made her queasy. It was most definitely going to take a lot of getting used to . . .

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