The Secret Juunishi
Or
How to Mary Sue Yourself and Your Friend into Fruits Basket
by secretjuunishi
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Fandom: Fruits Basket
Spoilers: for the anime only, although I do mention the name of a Juunishi that is mentioned in the manga
Rating: R
Pairing: Mary x Hatori, Sue x Shigure
Genre: Humor/Romance/Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I'm just borrowing them. Hail to Takaya Natsuki.
Summary: Mary Smith and Sue Jones end up in the Fruits Basket universe and they have *secrets.* *spooky music* Mary/Hatori, Sue/Shigure.
Author's Note: Another short bit...I seem incapable of writing long scenes.
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Chapter 13 of ?
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Shigure stared at Akito's unmoving form. After the initial scream, the Souma family leader remained quiet. A state of horrified awe had come over Shigure and he was unable to move, unable to look away. He thought he knew Akito well enough to know of what the man was capable. But now...Shigure realized Akito's cruelty knew no bounds.
And all at once he understood. Akito blamed Mary, the spirit of the butterfly, for his wretched state. Shigure could have kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. The meeting between Akito and Mary should never have happened under any circumstance.
"Aren't you going to ask if I'm all right?"
Akito was looking at him now. Shigure's skin crawled at the look of pure satisfaction on Akito's face.
Akito pulled himself up to a sitting position, seemingly unaware of the puncture holes in his leg. Propped up on his hands, he stared at the ceiling and relived the last few minutes in his mind. Akito's head fell back and he began to laugh.
Shigure had never heard such a terrifying sound.
"I suppose someone should take care of this," Akito whispered, staring at the blood oozing from his leg. He reached behind him and rang a small bell.
A moment passed.
"Do you need assistance, Akito-san?"
Shigure's head snapped around to the doorway and his eyes widened in shock at the room's new occupant.
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Deep in the furthest corners of his mind, Hatori was screaming. Only years of masking his feelings prevented those screams from bubbling to the surface. It wouldn't help, anyway, and would hinder his ability to help Mary.
His patient. He had to refer to her...the injured...as his patient. Or he'd have a nervous breakdown.
Hatori stared at the creature cradled in his hands and waited. A wolf paced behind him, constantly sniffing and watching. He ignored it.
An eternity passed.
*pyon*
Hatori's patient returned to human form and he could finally see the injuries Akito had inflicted. And the blood.
Hatori had been unsure what butterfly parts corresponded to human parts but knew some serious damage had to have been done. Akito had managed to actually split one of the wings quite a bit. Now, in human form, Hatori could see for himself what had been done and the sight nearly made him sick.
*pyon*
The wolf turned back into human form.
"Oh, my God," Sue cried, one hand covering her mouth in horror. "What did he do?"
Sue crouched next to Mary's body, across from Hatori. She was face down and unconscious, for which Sue was extremely grateful.
Mary's body looked like one big bruise. A long laceration ran from her right shoulder halfway down her back and fresh blood seeped from the wound.
Sue reached a hand out but stopped short of contact. She wanted to touch Mary, to let her know she was there, but was afraid of hurting her more. Sue looked up at Hatori and silently begged the man to reassure her.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Tears trailed their way down Sue's cheeks and she started to shake. Hatori could only stare, his mind cataloging the injuries as his eyes wandered across the patient's back.
Finally, Hatori moved. He grabbed his medical bag and started the process of cleaning and dressing the wounds.
Shigure entered the room moments later, his arrival announced by a whispered curse as his eyes fell on Mary's battered form. Sue turned pleading eyes on the man and practically threw herself at him, desperately needing to be comforted. She didn't care that she was stark naked and, frankly, neither did Shigure. It was neither the time nor the place.
Clutching at Shigure, Sue drew shaky breaths as the shock of the situation started to wear off. Her knees buckled under her and were it not for Shigure's arms, she surely would have fallen to the ground. But he held her close and provided the security she needed. Glancing around, Shigure managed to find a blanket and wrapped it around the now shivering girl.
And then Sue broke down into a hysterical mess.
Shigure glanced at Hatori, but the doctor was absorbed in his task.
"Shhh, Sue-san," Shigure tried to console. "Ha-san will find it difficult to concentrate with all this noise."
He tried to make light of the situation but Sue would have none of it. Shigure had no choice but to pick Sue up and carry her from the room.
Hatori noticed none of it. He worked silently, quickly, and methodically. The cuts, thankfully, were not too deep. Hatori just needed to sterilize and cover the wounds so they would heal. Carefully, Hatori turned his patient over and involuntarily winced. Bruise marks were already appearing.
After determining his patient was not in any mortal danger, Hatori laid out several thick blankets and placed his patient upon them and used a light sheet for cover. He sat, for a moment, staring at nothing. His mind, fatigued by all that had happened that day, started to bring down the emotional barriers he'd raised when it all began. His eyes lowered and he pressed his lips together in frustration, noting the extreme paleness of the person in front of him.
Anger. Fear. Despair. Shock. Panic. But most of all, hurt. Those were the emotions Hatori was feeling at that moment. Those were the emotions Hatori was trying desperately not to let loose for fear that he could not contain them. But then he looked at his patient, at Mary, and his sorrow nearly overwhelmed him.
Hatori reached out and held her limp, pale hand in his. He knew she was strong, but in that moment, her small hand in his, Mary seemed so fragile. He'd almost lost her. If Akito had been angrier... Hatori refused to think of what might have happened.
But, he'd almost lost her. And she never would have known how much he loved her because he never told her.
Quietly, Hatori began to cry.
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End Chapter 13
Or
How to Mary Sue Yourself and Your Friend into Fruits Basket
by secretjuunishi
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Fandom: Fruits Basket
Spoilers: for the anime only, although I do mention the name of a Juunishi that is mentioned in the manga
Rating: R
Pairing: Mary x Hatori, Sue x Shigure
Genre: Humor/Romance/Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own them...I'm just borrowing them. Hail to Takaya Natsuki.
Summary: Mary Smith and Sue Jones end up in the Fruits Basket universe and they have *secrets.* *spooky music* Mary/Hatori, Sue/Shigure.
Author's Note: Another short bit...I seem incapable of writing long scenes.
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Chapter 13 of ?
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Shigure stared at Akito's unmoving form. After the initial scream, the Souma family leader remained quiet. A state of horrified awe had come over Shigure and he was unable to move, unable to look away. He thought he knew Akito well enough to know of what the man was capable. But now...Shigure realized Akito's cruelty knew no bounds.
And all at once he understood. Akito blamed Mary, the spirit of the butterfly, for his wretched state. Shigure could have kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. The meeting between Akito and Mary should never have happened under any circumstance.
"Aren't you going to ask if I'm all right?"
Akito was looking at him now. Shigure's skin crawled at the look of pure satisfaction on Akito's face.
Akito pulled himself up to a sitting position, seemingly unaware of the puncture holes in his leg. Propped up on his hands, he stared at the ceiling and relived the last few minutes in his mind. Akito's head fell back and he began to laugh.
Shigure had never heard such a terrifying sound.
"I suppose someone should take care of this," Akito whispered, staring at the blood oozing from his leg. He reached behind him and rang a small bell.
A moment passed.
"Do you need assistance, Akito-san?"
Shigure's head snapped around to the doorway and his eyes widened in shock at the room's new occupant.
+
Deep in the furthest corners of his mind, Hatori was screaming. Only years of masking his feelings prevented those screams from bubbling to the surface. It wouldn't help, anyway, and would hinder his ability to help Mary.
His patient. He had to refer to her...the injured...as his patient. Or he'd have a nervous breakdown.
Hatori stared at the creature cradled in his hands and waited. A wolf paced behind him, constantly sniffing and watching. He ignored it.
An eternity passed.
*pyon*
Hatori's patient returned to human form and he could finally see the injuries Akito had inflicted. And the blood.
Hatori had been unsure what butterfly parts corresponded to human parts but knew some serious damage had to have been done. Akito had managed to actually split one of the wings quite a bit. Now, in human form, Hatori could see for himself what had been done and the sight nearly made him sick.
*pyon*
The wolf turned back into human form.
"Oh, my God," Sue cried, one hand covering her mouth in horror. "What did he do?"
Sue crouched next to Mary's body, across from Hatori. She was face down and unconscious, for which Sue was extremely grateful.
Mary's body looked like one big bruise. A long laceration ran from her right shoulder halfway down her back and fresh blood seeped from the wound.
Sue reached a hand out but stopped short of contact. She wanted to touch Mary, to let her know she was there, but was afraid of hurting her more. Sue looked up at Hatori and silently begged the man to reassure her.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Tears trailed their way down Sue's cheeks and she started to shake. Hatori could only stare, his mind cataloging the injuries as his eyes wandered across the patient's back.
Finally, Hatori moved. He grabbed his medical bag and started the process of cleaning and dressing the wounds.
Shigure entered the room moments later, his arrival announced by a whispered curse as his eyes fell on Mary's battered form. Sue turned pleading eyes on the man and practically threw herself at him, desperately needing to be comforted. She didn't care that she was stark naked and, frankly, neither did Shigure. It was neither the time nor the place.
Clutching at Shigure, Sue drew shaky breaths as the shock of the situation started to wear off. Her knees buckled under her and were it not for Shigure's arms, she surely would have fallen to the ground. But he held her close and provided the security she needed. Glancing around, Shigure managed to find a blanket and wrapped it around the now shivering girl.
And then Sue broke down into a hysterical mess.
Shigure glanced at Hatori, but the doctor was absorbed in his task.
"Shhh, Sue-san," Shigure tried to console. "Ha-san will find it difficult to concentrate with all this noise."
He tried to make light of the situation but Sue would have none of it. Shigure had no choice but to pick Sue up and carry her from the room.
Hatori noticed none of it. He worked silently, quickly, and methodically. The cuts, thankfully, were not too deep. Hatori just needed to sterilize and cover the wounds so they would heal. Carefully, Hatori turned his patient over and involuntarily winced. Bruise marks were already appearing.
After determining his patient was not in any mortal danger, Hatori laid out several thick blankets and placed his patient upon them and used a light sheet for cover. He sat, for a moment, staring at nothing. His mind, fatigued by all that had happened that day, started to bring down the emotional barriers he'd raised when it all began. His eyes lowered and he pressed his lips together in frustration, noting the extreme paleness of the person in front of him.
Anger. Fear. Despair. Shock. Panic. But most of all, hurt. Those were the emotions Hatori was feeling at that moment. Those were the emotions Hatori was trying desperately not to let loose for fear that he could not contain them. But then he looked at his patient, at Mary, and his sorrow nearly overwhelmed him.
Hatori reached out and held her limp, pale hand in his. He knew she was strong, but in that moment, her small hand in his, Mary seemed so fragile. He'd almost lost her. If Akito had been angrier... Hatori refused to think of what might have happened.
But, he'd almost lost her. And she never would have known how much he loved her because he never told her.
Quietly, Hatori began to cry.
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End Chapter 13