After he slammed the door and locked it Akito's hands trembled with anger. The look on that girl's face was just too much. Declaring her feelings for Yuki like that. He had snapped. He lost control before but never like this. "Yuki," he thought. "You never cease to bring out the worst in me." Akito smiled at the thought of his beloved Yuki, who lay on the other side of this door. He would surely reject this girl. "He wouldn't betray me for some witch who pretends to be his friend. I am the only one who truly loves him, the only one who really understands."
Akito sauntered over to the window. Spring had come. He had never enjoyed spring. He longed for winters return. It was the only time he felt close to being happy, when he was gazing out at the pristine fields of snow.
"Snow," he whispered.
Yuki's name meant snow. Akito remembered how Yuki used to be, before SHE came. He was untouched. Yuki was so perfect, so distant, and so cold. He WAS snow, then everything changed. Yuki changed.
It was all her fault. She came in uninvited and trampled all over Akito's field of pure snow. She soiled him, and now she says she needs him. But Akito was not dismayed. He knew that Yuki would make the right choice.
Akito pressed his ear up against the door. He strained to hear even the slightest noise. His ears failing him, he decided to unlock the door and take a peek in. He opened the door a crack to gaze at the worn couple.
She kissed him! He kissed her back! The red hot wrath flashed once again before Akito's eyes. He would not allow it. He was in control of this family. Nothing would happen without his consent. He was ruler of this family. He would make regret the moment she heard of the Sohmas.
"Oh yes. She will pay dearly."
Akito stormed over to the phone. He managed to punch in Hatori's direct line without breaking the phone.
"Hatori," Akito whispered, "I need you over here right now."
"Is there anything wrong? Is it an attack?"
"No, I need you to help me fix things... just like before. And I suggest you get here quickly, I could make things very difficult for a special someone… That would be a real shame; she was getting so used to her new life too."
There was silence. The doctor obviously knew what Akito was talking about and he was obviously trying to find a way out. Hatori always was reluctant to help.
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"Yuki-kun, you're hurt!"
"Really Tohru, I'm fine. It's not bad."
"Yuki, don't shut me out. Please let me help."
Yuki continued to protest but was quickly silenced by a deep kiss from Tohru. She made him lay down on the mats and she took of his torn shirt. The slashes inflicted by Akito had started bleeding again. Tohru had nothing to stop the bleeding with except Yuki's torn shirt and her cotton sweater. Yuki's shirt was dirty and soaked with his blood which made it useless. Tohru ripped her sweater into useable strips and began to tend to the injured man. Tenderly she tried her best to undo the damage that Akito's wrath had caused.
"Thank you." Yuki said sincerely when she had finished binding him.
Tohru gazed at the beautiful man lying in front of her. She was amazed at how much she loved him, every single thing about him; the way the orange rays of the sunset crept over the high windowsill to play with his hair, the way his eyes never seemed to be the same shade of purple, and the way he loved her. She lay down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. She avoided his chest and made sure she wasn't causing him any more pain. Tohru looked up at his face and saw that he was worried about their current situation.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Yuki thought dismally. "I could transform and crawl under the door, but I couldn't leave Tohru here alone."
"Tohru?" He asked aloud.
He saw that the stresses of today were too great. She was sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. Yuki smiled and soon found the urge to sleep over powering and drifted off into blessed slumber.
Yuki drifted in and out of dreams. Gone were the nightmares that had plagued him since childhood. Instead, a life without Akito floated through his mind.
"Yuki! It's time for supper." A familiar voice called from inside his house.
He went into the house and sat down at the table. A small girl sat down behind him and grabbed his hand.
"Hello Kyoko. Have you been cooking with Mommy today?"
"We made leeks for Daddy." Kyoko said gleefully.
This was the perfect life. No curse, no Akito, nothing troubling at all, but most importantly it had her.
"She wanted to make your favorite for you." Tohru said as she entered the room with a plateful of food. "Yuki? Yuki?"
The room around him started to blur. Everything was disintegrating. The only thing that remained was her voice, screaming his name.
Yuki came out of sleep. Hatori's faced flashed before his eyes. He started to struggle. The pain came back swiftly. Terror filled him. Helplessness overwhelmed him. A needle appeared in Hatori's hand. The small pinch came and soon everything was darkness.
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Tohru awoke in a strange room. She had been sleeping in a cushioned chair. She took in her surroundings. The room looked like a doctor's office. "Is this where Hatori works?" She asked herself.
"Good evening." Akito's voice filled the room. "Now, we need to finish our talk."
Tohru searched desperately for a way out of this situation. There was no other escape except the door that Akito was standing in.
"I am terribly sorry, but I can no longer allow you to live at Shigure's house. You have caused too many problems for the Sohmas there. If you leave quietly I will consider leaving you with your memories."
"NO! Akito, I can't leave them, they need me!" Tohru cried out in despair. "Akito, you can't send me away!"
"I see there is no other way to get you out of my life. Hatori!"
The downcast doctor entered the room. He reluctantly looked over at the girl.
"Akito, is there any other way?" He asked hesitantly.
"Hatori, are you going to defy me also? Well if you really don't want to erase her memories, we could always kill her." Akito replied, emotionless.
"No! Please don't. I'll do it, just don't hurt her." He turned to Tohru. "I am deeply sorry, but there is no other way."
Hatori placed his hand over her face.
A small cry escaped Tohru's lips. She saw a small light which grew brighter and brighter until it consumed her. She slumped over in the chair after Hatori took him hand away.
"So, what do we do now?" Hatori asked as he stood over the unconscious Tohru Honda.
"I don't care; put her back where you found her." The distance Akito put between him and the situation at hand was monumental. He acted as if he was deciding on something as frivolous as what program to watch.
"Akito, she just lost the last year of her life; people are going to notice something."
"It's none of my concern. I am happy, as long as I never have to see that ugly face ever again." He said nonchalantly over his shoulder as he walked out the door.
Hatori was left alone with the girl, "What am I supposed to do with her." He thought frantically, "I've never erased so much before; I hope there aren't any side effects."
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Tohru Honda woke up on Monday morning bright and early, just like always.
"Good morning Mom." She said groggily, it felt like she had been asleep forever.
Tohru rolled over in her sleeping bag to look at the picture. Somehow, the tent looked different than before. It looked brand new, and all of her things were in the wrong places. "Did I move around in my sleep?" She thought. "But… that doesn't explain why the tent is different."
Tohru looked around for her clock. There's no time to wonder about things like that when she should be concentrating on school. After rummaging through her clothes she discovered the missing timepiece.
"IS THAT THE TIME! I'M LATE!"
A frantic Tohru threw on her school uniform and ran to school; in her haste she didn't even notice the new pretty yellow ribbons for her hair. She was so desperate to make it on time she got herself lost. By what appeared to be pure luck, she came upon a little house. It looked so familiar; it was like she had been there before. She decided to take a little breather while she looked at the cozy home.
"Ah! I don't have time to be dawdling. I'm going to be late! But... I'm not sure which way to go…"
Tohru debated for a brief moment and finally decided not to bother anyone; she could always follow the driveway to the street and make her way from there.
"Tohru?"
She was startled to hear someone call her so informally. She turned to see the strangest look on Prince Yuki's face. "Ah! Prince Yuki Sohma! I'm at his house? Why does this all feel so familiar?"
"Sohma-san, I-I-I'm sorry to have troubled you." She was blushing ferociously. "Why would Sohma-san call me like that?" She thought.
"Damn rat! What are you yelling about?" A young man poked his head out of the door. He had the strangest look. His eyes were blood red. And his hair was the same shade of orange as Tohru's moms. "What? It's you!" He said when he saw the confused girl standing in the yard.
"Soy sauce, and-"
"I love you!"
"Pickles"
A memory flashed in Tohru's mind. Was it a memory? How could it be if she had never met him? This was too much for Tohru's mind to compute, she bade them a hasty farewell and continued running to school, trying to push the thought of her kissing that stranger out of her head as she hurried away.
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well I thought I should explain some Japanese honorifics.
sama is about the equivalent to Lord or Lady. (I debated whether or not to have ppl use this for Akito)
san is about the equivalent to Mr. or Ms. (When Yuki call Tohru Honda-san, he isn't being distant he is just being very polite.) –san is usually not used when you are talking about yourself or a member of your close family.
chan/-kun is usually for younger children. When –chan is used it is closer to sweetheart and is used mostly for girls. –kun is usually used for males and it is rare that you hear guy friends use it for each other.
When people don't use an honorific it is very informal and is only used between people who are extremely close.
I hope this was helpful. I'm not pretending to know all about the language, I've only been studying for a while so if any of this is inaccurate I apologize.