PLEASE NOTE: THE LYRICS USED IN THIS DO NOT BELONG TO ME; THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF LEE HOM WANG AND ALL LEE HOM WANG TRADEMARKS. I DID NOT WRITE THE LYRICS IN THIS STORY AND AM IN NO WAY INTENDING PROSPECTIVE READERS TO THINK I DID. THANK YOU.
N/B: And also, thank you to my friend Danni for giving me the idea of using lyrics in my stories. D
"Ah… Akito-san, I see you scared off Kureno-kun." Shigure half smiled, half grimaced as he glanced over at Akito's crouched form.
"What did you do to him this time, Akito-san?"
"Nothing… I didn't do anything. Who are you to accuse me of such things, Shigure?" Akito smiled smugly and stood up, sitting on the ledge next to the window.
"Besides…" he muttered, taking a leaf in his hand gently. "It's all in his head. Am I correct?"
"Why yes, Akito-san," Shigure sat down on a stool and gazed at Akito intently. "But I am not here to discuss Kureno. I am here to discuss Tohru."
Akito's eyes darkened at the sound of her name. He turned round abruptly.
"You do not speak her name in this house, Shigure."
"Yes, Akito-san. However, I must discuss one mere thing with you today. I saw you…"
"Stop right there, Shigure," Akito turned back to face the outside. "I know what you're going to say. You're going to say I watch the house, watch you, watch Yuki-kun and most definitely… watch her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I do not wish to lay eyes on such a foul wench as Tohru Honda."
"I was not going to say such things, Akito-san. Can I get you a drink?" Shigure started walking towards the kitchen of the house.
"Shigure. Sit down, please." Akito tapped the ground next to him. Shigure walked over to him silently, his eyes questioning.
"Now… Shigure. I have been doing some… thinking," Akito reached over and took Shigure's hand, massaging it gently with the ends of his fingertips. Shigure looked at him expectantly, for this was nothing out of the norm; Akito always seemed to have been doing 'some thinking', and it mostly involved Tohru Honda. The room's atmosphere shifted uncomfortably as Akito leaned forward, so his face was an inch away from Shigure's.
"…I have devised a plan to rid us forever of Tohru Honda-kun. Isn't that wonderful, Shigure?"
Shigure reeled back in surprise, dropping his hand to his lap.
"But… Akito…"
"You will address me as Akito-san… Sensei. That's what she calls you, yes? Sensei. You are no more a Sensei than I am, and I, unfortunately, do not partake in your… 'Profession' of writing novels. Now, Shigure…"
Gazing at Shigure lovingly, he smiled menacingly, his beautiful features contorted.
"This is what we'll do…"
"…Yes. Yes. I will go to him immediately. Thank you for phoning me." Hatori Sohma hung up the phone abruptly. Sighing, he picked up his medical bag and stepped out into the dusky day.
"The sun is relatively low for this time of evening…" he muttered to himself, setting off at a brisk pace down the sidewalk to the main Sohma house.
Suddenly, he stopped, noticing a small, glittering object in the middle of the path.
"What…?" He said aloud, leaning over to pick it up. It was a small picture of Kyo and Yuki Sohma. The picture was, quite obviously, natural, as Yuki was standing with his shoulders hunched and Kyo looked like he was yelling, possibly to Yuki's right shoulder.
"Why would this be out here?" he wondered, putting the picture into his wallet.
"Boys…" he smiled shrilly, picking up his fast pace once again. But as he looked up, a dark shape was heading towards him.
"Shigure…?" He muttered, holding one hand above his eyes to shield himself from the sun. "What are you doing here?"
Shigure walked straight past him. His face looked red and blotchy, and his hair windswept.
"…Shi…gur…e?" He leaned over and grabbed the edge of his billowing brown Kimono.
"Why, hello, Tori-san." Shigure jerked backwards and turned round, grinning at Hatori, his red face clearing almost instinctively.
"Was something the matter, Shigure?" Asked Hatori, letting go of his Kimono.
A gust of wind blew Shigure's hair as he took a step towards Hatori, putting his hand out towards him gently.
"…No, Hatori-san." He smiled, and moved the hair from his injured eye.
"W-w-what are you doing? Shigure!" He fell backwards, dropping his medical bag and clutching his hand over his eye.
"Nothing… just admiring Akito's handiwork, that's all." He took off at a jog, leaving Hatori clutching his eye protectively.
"Grrr…" Hatori watched him leave, his face expressionless. And then, picking up his medical bag, he set off again.
Last night I watched you sleep…
as you lay there…
Kyo sat down quietly next to Tohru Honda's bed. He watched her silently, every breath she took, he saw her blankets move up and down in rhythm. Smiling, he shifted onto his other leg, resting his chin on the top of his knee gently.
"Why… how can…a woman so… so amazing… live with us?" he thought, grimacing angrily.
I dropped down to my knees, and said a prayer…
Tohru shifted in her sleep, her hands raising up to her pillow as she slept soundly on, unaware of Kyo sat next to her.
"Tohru… I…" He buried his face in his hands, knowing how he felt; how strongly he felt it… and how much he wanted her to know."I…I love you, Tohru."
He let out a small sob, looking up at the ceiling.
"Don't ever leave me… please…I beg you… please… don't leave me, Tohru."
Now I'm, standing above you, trying so hard not to tell you I love you…
"I'm so sorry, Tohru." He stood up quietly and left the room, shutting the door tightly behind him.
and all that I want in the world is you.