Kyoko is Alive
By
Dragondolphin1990
Chapter 13-Return to Work
A/N-To make up for being on vacation for so long, I decided to try to make this chapter longer than usual Oh, and because I've been getting a lot of reviews mentioning Akito's age, in this story, he is much older than he really is in the anime/manga.
Kagura followed Kyo around all day, like usual. She did manage to remain somewhat calm and not attack Kyo. Keyword: somewhat. She still got obsessed over the slightest things and had managed to convince Tohru to let her help with the laundry. Every single piece of Kyo's clothing was perfectly cleaned and ironed and then delivered to his room by an almost calm Kagura.
When Tohru headed off to work on lunch, Kagura temporarily removed herself from Kyo to help Tohru make the greatest, non-leek meal ever. (at least, it was in her opinion) As always, Shigure loved the meal, and used it as another chance to flirt with Tohru, his 'precious little housewife.' Two bonks on the head, courtesy of Yuki and Kyo, he was unconscious for hours, until his editor came.
She knocked on the door, afraid of what horrors would await her in the house of Shigure. The novelist grouchily woke up and headed to the door, rubbing his aching head. Seeing his editor, Shigure slammed the door and ran off. Luckily for her, he forgot to lock it. She crept through the house, looking for the annoying author.
As she walked, Shigure's voice seemed to come from every direction, echoing through her head, "Miichan… Miichan…"
Shivering, she held her head up high and found the source of Shigure's voice. He was upstairs with that one friend of his, the one with long white hair. Miichan didn't remember his name, but knew that he was as annoying and stupid as Shigure. She sighed, "Shigure, other person--"
The man interrupted, "My name is Ayame Sohma. Perhaps we shall be friends in the future. You should feel honored to be graced by my presence."
Miichan blinked a few times, "Which one of you two is older?"
They both pointed to Ayame, who said, "I am the eldest of the Mabudachi trio!"
Shigure added, "You're only older than Ha'ri by 26 days and 2 months 4 days older than me."
"Aah, but I am still eldest, correct?"
"Of course."
Miichan sighed, looking at Ayame, "Shigure, I see where you get it from."
"Get what?"
"… Nothing… Now, what about your manuscript?"
Teasingly, Shigure said, "What manuscript?"
"The one about se…" she shivered, "The adult novel."
"Oh, yes, that. Perhaps I could write it faster if…"
"If what? What do you need?" she asked eagerly.
"If you would help me…"
"Help you what?"
"You see, I need some experience in these matters. I'm sure that Ayame wouldn't mind to help, but you are simply so beautiful."
It took a few seconds for that to sink in. When it did, the editor slapped Shigure and, just for the fun of it, Ayame. Shigure was once again knocked unconscious, but Ayame was still awake and quite shocked, "The nerve of you, first trying to take my Shigure from me and then to slap me across the face. This is unheard of! Don't expect any cards from me around New Years!"
"You don't even know where I live! And why would I want to steal Shigure from you? That is just plain disgusting! I'm leaving, and I expect Shigure to have the manuscript finished next time I come here." Miichan finally had it with Shigure.
Ayame reached into a bag that he was holding, "You mean this manuscript?"
"You have it? He wrote it? Give it here!"
"Why should I help you? All you did was steal my Shigure and slap me!"
Miichan fell to the ground in fits of hysteria and crying. This entire household must be insane. That's it, they're all insane. And she was the only normal one left in the entire world. She was rocking back and forth in a fetal position. No, that is too many insane people. The only explanation is that Shigure and everyone else are normal and she was insane. This was all some plot of Shigure's. He was behind all of this; he turned her psycho.
Ayame frowned. He never liked to see a crying psychotic girl, especially not when it was partially his fault. He bent down and careful patted her back, "Here you go. You can have the manuscript."
"R… really? No more attempts at my sanity?"
"No…"
"Oh, thank you, Ayame!" she started to hug him, but he pushed back.
"Why won't you let me hug you?"
I don't want to turn into a snake. Ayame lied, "I just don't like you like that. Shigure does, though." Wink, wink.
Another slap and Ayame was unconscious as well as Shigure. Miichan held the manuscript close to her as she ran out of Shigure's house. Once she was a good deal away, she saw a note, written in two hands. One she recognized as Shigure, the other could be no other than Ayame. She broke down again after reading the message.
Uh, I think your name was Miichan, or something like that: My cousin could not find the ability to write, as I kept him up at night for the past week. (Miichan shuddered, "Those two are really weird. Am I sure they're cousins?") Perhaps we can make it up to you with a kiss?
To my lovely editor, who I forgot the name of since my cousins keep knocking me unconscious: I've got a great idea for a new story, though. It's a love quadrilateral (Miichan gasped, "He knows words that big?") with two boys both in love with one girl but the girl has no clue and only loves them as friends. There is this other girl, though, who loves one of the boys openly, but she scares him off. Everybody ends up happy because of a matchmaker, similar to Cupid. How's it sound?
Miichan tore the empty manuscript to shreds and headed to the nearest insane asylum.
Meanwhile, Tohru hummed away, doing more housework while Yuki was out getting groceries for everyone and Kyo was being followed by Kagura. None of them were aware of Shigure and Ayame being unconscious--or that Ayaa was even there, for that matter. They also didn't know, or care, that the poor editor was not going to be heard from for a long time.
Tohru thought to herself while she dusted. She thought about nothing and everything. She thought about all of her friends, family, and school. She smiled, thinking about how she had her mom back, but frowned when she remembered Akito. Quickly, she replaced the frown with her copyrighted goofy grin. I mean, it can't help but be copyrighted; it's so unique. Anyway…
Tohru's mind wandered to her being the head of the family. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But nonetheless, her smile faded slightly at those thoughts. She resumed dusting and, by the time she got around to vacuuming, she decided that she would be the best head that the Sohma family had ever had. She quickly prepared dinner and left, leaving a note saying that she would be out for a little while. She suddenly knew how she would affect her family. Her family, not just the Sohma family anymore. She quickly arrived at her destination.
Tohru stepped into the hotel. The man behind the desk asked, "Do you have a reservation?"
"No, I'm here to visit a friend."
Tohru followed the path she knew to lead to the owner of this hotel, Momiji's father. On the way, she saw some of the maids. They chatted for a while, "Oh, Tohru! We've missed you!"
"It's just not the same without your cheerful attitude."
"I'm sorry. I just graduated high school and things have been really busy. I've missed all of you, too."
So what brings you hear, anyway?"
"I'm actually here to visit Mr. Sohma."
"He's probably going to leave soon. We don't want to keep you."
"Bye, girls!"
"Bye, Tohru!" They all said, returning to work.
Tohru hurried to Mr. Sohma's office. She knocked on the door and stepped in. He looked up, "I did not say I wanted visitors."
Momiji, who was apparently there visiting his father, bounded to Tohru and gave her a big hug, "Tohru-sama-chan!"
"Hello, Momiji, how is high school?"
"I miss you and Yuki and even Kyo, but I still have Haru!"
"That's good. I miss you, too."
"Come visit me!"
"Sure, I'll visit you soon."
"Yay!"
"May I please speak to your father?"
"Sure, I was leaving anyway, before Mama comes," he gave his father a hug and whispered, "Take care of Mama and Momo. Oh, and be nice to Tohru-sama-chan."
"Goodbye, Momiji," he said as Momiji left.
He turned back to Tohru, "Miss Honda, was it? I thought you quit."
"I did, but only because Hatori made me. You know him, right? Hatori Sohma?"
"Yes, I know him. We are in the same family, actually."
"I know."
"Momiji hugged you. I know he can't do that."
"Observant. That is because I, too, am a Sohma, though I keep my mother's name. Perhaps you know my father. I'm sure you do. Akito Sohma."
He gasped, "No, you're lying. Akito-sama was unwed."
"So? I am the current head of your family. Who else could hug Momiji, the rabbit?"
"You do know of the curse, but I still doubt your story."
"Why not ask Momiji? He knows the truth."
"Regardless, I request that you leave soon. My wife is coming shortly."
"She seems nice from what I've seen. She does love Momo; that much is obvious. But… From what Momiji said, she is also week of heart. If it were up to me, she should remember."
"So, my son told you about that. But she cannot remember. It is too harmful to her."
"I guess that since my mom is so nice, it's hard for me to understand."
He never got to reply because a young voice called out, "Daddy!"
"Momo! I've missed you today," he then turned to his wife, "Hello, honey."
His wife had come in with Momo. Tohru said politely, "Hello, Mrs. Sohma."
"Why, hello, you are Momiji's friend, aren't you. He's such a nice boy. I wish I could get to know him better."
Tohru couldn't help it. She burst out crying. Not wanting her family (whether they knew it or not) to see her crying, she ran out. Mr. Sohma said, "I'll be right back."
He followed the sobbing girl out into the halls. He wrapped an arm around her, "It's okay, really. Momiji's growing up fine without a mother."
That's when Tohru snapped. She practically screamed, "Perfectly fine? What do you mean by perfectly fine? His mother barely knows he exists. He barely even sees his father. Come on, he runs around in women's clothing for goodness sake! Your careless disregard to you own son, it, it… It sickens me!"
She burst into sobs, clinging to Mr. Sohma, who was thinking about Tohru's words, trying to comfort her.
A/N-Well, here it is, nearly twice as long as most of my chapters. As you know, this story is coming to a close next chapter. But, I have decided to make a sequel, since I don't think that the ending will be perfect. (What? I've never finished a fanfic yet!) Well, yeah, this is going to be the first story that isn't a one-shot or a poem that I have actually finished. I never would have made it past chapter 3 if it wasn't for you guys. I owe you all so much. That is why this chapter is so long. (That, and the fact that I somehow managed to actually know what I was going to write about for once.) I'll try to have the ending chapter out within a week to two weeks. Now, I need to decide what the sequel will be about.