A/N:
My second Furuba fic. This is a serious one. Written just cause I like Hatori that much : )
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Disclaimer:Well... I'm guessing some people would say I don't own Furuba. And I guess I would agree with them :: sob::
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To the Day My Heart Stops : A Fruits Basket Fanfiction by Aif
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Chapter 1 : The other; the spare
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Hatori flung down his pen and stared wildly at the notebook pages covered with neat, precise writing. There, the November study guide was done- all 400 problems.
"Maybe I can get into medical school." He picked up his pen again, unfolding the newsletter cutout with the solutions. 1... san.... 2... shi... 3... shi... 4... ichi... Fifteen minutes later, he put his head down in disgust. 374 problems right. Horrible. Awful. Absolutely... absolutely... awful. A failure.
"I can't get into Tokyo University like this," Hatori whispered. "I can't do this. Kami... a month. I can't do this." A few hot tears crowded at the corners of his eyes, and he wiped his hand across his face impatiently. "Damn."
"Oi!"
"Oi, that was my ball, kuso hebi! You know not- hey, what the fuck are you doing? That was in, damnnit!"
Hatori groaned. Seventeen, and they were still at it, playing badminton, for God's sake. It was like they didn't have any work to do. And Shigure was older than him, too. He should know better. They should both know better.
They should know better than to fool around shouting at the top of their damn voices when Hatori was trying to study.
"Uhn." Hatori punched his desk in frustration. It was no use going out there, since neither of them gave a fuck about studying. Shigure, that bastard, could look at a page of notes once and score perfectly on a test. And Ayame had never cared. Shigure didn't even think about his future. He didn't even care about supporting himself, and he was always miles cleverer and quicker than Hatori.
"Damn."
He could tell them to shut up. It wasn't like they didn't listen to him... for the first hour or two. But the Sohma compound was only so big, and most of it was so quiet... their idiotic voices could have carried for miles.
Hatori picked up his physiology book again.
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"Hatori-kun, come play badminton with us!"
"Yeah! You're the best. Team with me and I'll beat that damn dog for once!"
"Beat -who-?"
"Um..." Hatori said. "Well, no. Sorry. I have to study."
"It's Sunday," stated Shigure. "Don't waste our only day off by doing schoolwork again. It's the beginning of the semester, and anyway, you don't need to study, Hatori-kun."
"Yes I do," Hatori muttered.
Shigure laughed. "Yeah? You're at the head of your class. Of course, year 3 doesn't have it as bad as us, but that's the more reason that you should enjoy your free time while you still have some!"
"You two have plenty of free time," Hatori pointed out.
"That's true. But that's because Aya is too stupid and I'm too genius to care."
"Who's too what?"
"Oh, you know I love you, Aya-kun."
Hatori scowled at the retreating figure of the boys as they walked off to the athletic courts. Rackets over their shoulders, and Shigure was tossing a ball around. Hands in each others' back pockets.
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Two hours later, Hatori sat up as his stomach growled loudly. He ignored it and stared at the clock in disbelief. Six. It was six already? But it was just four fifteen... did he fall asleep?! Hatori swore and stood up. Yes, he did fall asleep, didn't he... two hours wasted. What another stupid day, after all.
He quickly cleared off the table. The other boys would be coming home soon, and they would make fun of him if they saw this mess. Tori-kun, what's this? Hatori, you're still studying? Aw... so kawaii, he's just like a little scholar...
"I'm not little," he muttered. "Sixteen is damn well old enough to take care of myself."
He heard a struggle at the door, and a few seconds later the front of the house slid open. "We're home, Hatori-kun!" yelled Ayame. "Miss me?" he added.
"Not a chance," replied Hatori, strolling in the front room. He smiled at them. "Did you two have fun?"
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Hungry. Maybe if he stared at this magazine ad long enough, it would make him full again. But... he shouldn't eat so much, anyway. Hatori examined himself in front of his full-length mirror. Well, no visible change. But it really felt like he was gaining weight. All the schoolwork, so he never had time to exercise. Just sat in front of his books or his computer all day. Shigure and Ayame both liked to make junk food. Hatori had suggested, several times, that they try things like vegetables sometimes and maybe not play with their deep-fry pot so much...
Hatori frowned at his reflection and slid his shirt back on. Well, no help if he was ugly. He sighed. Shigure was yelling something from downstairs.
"Oi, Tori-kun, you didn't cook dinner!" Shigure yelled from the kitchen.
Hatori walked in. "Was I supposed to?" he asked mildly.
"Tori-kun, you're so dense," Shigure laughed. "Zone in once in a while, won't you? You don't even remember that awful shrimp you made yesterday?"
"Gure-kun!" Ayame walked in with his arms held open. "Hold me, Shigure-kun."
"I'm scolding Tori-kun," Shigure protested, but he ran over and gave Ayame a kiss anyway. "Tori didn't make dinner, and I'm all hungry..." he pouted.
Ayame grinned. "Sorry, Tori-kun. Shigure-kun, it was my turn to make dinner last night. Tori-kun was just helping me, since I had a student council meeting that ran ever so late and..."
"Ahem," coughed Hatori. "Dinner?"
"Oh, oh yes, see, I bought some bento, shigure-kun. Oh, I'll just heat it up right away!" Ayame waltzed off.
Half an hour later, the microwave sounded for the last time and Hatori took out his dinner. He was starving but, true to form, Ayame and Shigure had quickly grabbed the first two bento. He opened the box and sniffed. Mussels. Disgusting... and the date overdue. Ayame probably just grabbed the cheapest boxes. Hatorikneeled down at the low table. Shigure was slurping up his dinner.
"You're disgusting," Hatori commented.
Shigure looked up. "Thanks." He licked a noodle off the side of his cheek. "But Hatori-kun-" –slurp- "I talked to Akito-san today."
Hatori glared. "And?"
"Well, didn't you want to get out of living with us?" asked Shigure. "Since I was there, I went ahead and asked... I thought he might be in a good mood..."
"Akito-san likes Shigure-kun the best, anyway," muttered Ayame.
"And I asked everyone what we were going to do about university."
"And?"
"And... ah... Akito-san said that he doesn't want us going out of town. He said that we don't need to go to university anyway, we're as smart as we'll ever be- oi!" Shigure stood up in surprise as he examined the fresh stain in his shirt.
Hatori had thrown his chopsticks at him.
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Lying on the roof that night, Hatori wondered why he had been surprised.
He had cooled off from that afternoon, but that didn't mean he could get angry again. He knew Shigure had meant well... and Ayame was right, Shigure was Akito's favorite- of the moment, anyway. So it probably should be Shigure who brought up any new questions.
But he had thought all this out. And this was too early. And this would make Akito watch him even more closely. It would make him wonder... exactly why Hatori was doing so much studying. That his friends weren't doing.
Damn.
Hatori gazed at the brightest star. He could almost imagine himself surrounded only by an inky blue universe and a billion stars. No Akito. No Sohmas... just Hatori. Hatori shifted uncomfortably and thought about the other reason he was up on the roof. He considered it again, and cursed to himself. Then he lifted up the corner of the loose roof tile.
The one above Ayame's bedroom.
Hatori closed his eyes briefly, but opened them again whenShigure shouted and Ayame yelped. Shigure was propped above Ayame, dipping his head down to kiss the silver-haired boy, who groaned under him. After a while, Shigure flipped over to lie beside Ayame. Ayame ran his fingers over his lips, laughing as Shigure opened his mouth and two of his fingers slipped in. He giggled as Shigure sucked on them. His other hand slipped down in between their bodies.
Hatori gently set down the edge of the tile. He quickly scooted off the roof, and landed with a gentle thud on the dirt of the courtyard. He swallowed hard.
His mouth felt very dry.
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tbcontinued.
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A/N:
Ooookay. That just came out. Really. I have -no- idea. Really.
OK. So, Hatori doesn't really hate Aya and Gure. He just feels that way... a lot... because he's lonely, and depressed, and it looks to him like life is all just fine and dandy for them. But being Tori he won't ask for help, because he thinks he should somehow be able to help himself :: pats :
Well, ok, Aya and Shigure. I haven't decided if I'm going to throw Hatori in there, too. Maybe I'll find someone else for him. After all, I've always liked the idea of Kazuma and Hatori... haha, just kidding.
:: dodges the tomatoes ::
Yay!and review, please?