Author's Note: I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update but my computer has had so many problems. I hope you like Chapter Six! I don't own Fruits Basket.
Chapter Six (Hatori's POV):
Hatori paced his office nervously. It had been a week since everything had fallen apart. It had been a week since Kana had gotten her memories back. It had also been a week since they'd last spoken. Hatori didn't even know if she was still here or if she'd left. So many times he'd picked up the phone to call her or gone to his car to go see her but he'd always stopped himself.
What could I say to her? Do I just erase her memories again? Is that my only answer? But what if she tells someone about the curse; we'd all be in danger. Especially from Akito. What am I supposed to do?
Hatori stopped pacing as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the far wall. His face was tired and pale. His eyes looked strange and his hair was in disarray. He could see his injured eye. Hatori quickly turned away.
What is wrong with me? This isn't who I am. I'm the calm one. I'm the sensible one. I'm the one Shigure and Ayame run to with their problems. I can NEVER go to them. I'm Hatori, the stupid seahorse…and the problem fixer. Yuki's friends…Momiji's mother…Kana. When did everything become so messed up!
Hatori also had another worry. Akito. Nearly everyday since that ill-fated encounter with Kana, Hatori had gone to check up on Akito. Akito had said nothing about Kana but he didn't say a word about anything else either. Normally, Akito always had something to say…usually an insult about Tohru. But now…nothing. Hatori felt sure that Akito knew something but the question was…was Akito going to…do something? Hatori threw himself down in a chair and put his face in his hands. There was a sharp knock on the door. Hatori looked up to see Hatsuharu.
"Hey Hatori. Akito wants to see you…right away."
Hatori tried to resume a normal composure as he nodded. But as he followed Haru out the door, he felt very afraid.
It's over. I have no hope anymore. I'm sorry Kana.
(Kana's POV)
Her room loomed in and out of focus as she tossed around on her bed. Kana was too tired to stay awake but every time she closed her eyes she only saw him…Hatori…the love of her life. It was excruciating. Retrieving those memories was almost too much to bear. But it was even worse knowing she'd chosen to forget, she'd chosen to abandon the man she was in love with. Kana frantically tried to think of her husband, recalling his face and holding it in her mind. But it didn't stay. It didn't matter anymore. She rolled over so violently she almost fell of her bed. She'd been in her room ever since Hatori had brought her home…ill. She'd exhausted herself with tears, her head pounded…she was heartsick. Unable to stand it any longer, Kana closed her eyes. She cried the name Hatori into her pillow one last time before losing himself in dreams of him.
(Hatori's POV)
Hatori knelt before Akito. Akito was lying on the floor, wrapped in a robe and a blanket. He was staring out the window.
"I suppose you thought I wouldn't find out. I was waiting for you to tell me. I'm very disappointed that you didn't."
His voice sent chills up Hatori's spine. Akito stood and leaned over Hatori, gently stroking his face. Hatori tried not to shudder.
"But I'm not angry with you Hatori. I could never be angry with you."
Akito bent down and put his mouth next to Hatori's ear. His voice was soft, cold and sinister.
"You know what I expect. It's a reasonable demand and I think you'll agree that I have been handling this very well. I've always expected the most from you, Hatori…now take care of it!"
