Disclaimer: Fruit Basket is not mine.
I borrowed the name of Momiji's father, Mitsuri, from Aishuu. (Hope you don't mind)
Hattori walked out of the room and came face to face with Mitsuri who also just walked out of the opposite room. Both men stood there looking at each other for a while before Hattori decided to speak up. "He's alright. Just a little bumped up." He paused to study the older man's reaction. Mitsuri just looked down and away - like he was ashamed. Hattori pushed down the feeling of disgust.I borrowed the name of Momiji's father, Mitsuri, from Aishuu. (Hope you don't mind)
"I cannot say much for his emotional state, though," Mitsuri flinched as Hattori said this, seemingly casually, as he removed his stethoscope from his neck and curled it around his right hand neatly.
"Yes." Mitsuri cleared his throat. "Can I see him now?" Mitsuri was no shorter than the tall doctor. His built was even slightly larger than Hattori's yet the guy with his hidden left eye always made him nervous. It was obvious that the young man didn't like him. Mitsuri could guess why. Hattori, like most of the other jyuunishi, would never forgive him.
Hattori stared at Momiji's father for a moment longer, contemplating his decision. Finally, he just stepped aside, signaling an 'okay' for the businessman to pass. Souma Mitsuri just stepped past Hattori and into the room behind him. Hattori's eye never left Mitsuri until he disappeared behind the door.
The Souma doctor just stood in the empty hallway and tried to keep his growing headache at bay. What happens now? Hattori thought, as he looked at the room in front of him, the currently occupied by two females, back on what happened.
Then he turned and walked away. He had to see Akito about something.
"Your blood pressure's fine. It's getting more and more stable." Hattori said as he put everything back into his case. "Your blood sugar level is rising too. But its still not in the satisfactory region."
"Hear that, 'Kito? I told you to eat more sweets." said Senri, Akito's lover, as he walked in, a tray of tea in his arms. "Who are you? Momiji?" was all Akito shot back with a mild, half-hearted glare at the tall boy. Senri chuckled lightly and set the tray down on the low table in the middle of the floor. "Tea, Hattori-san?"
"Oh, no, thank you." said Hattori standing up from where he was kneeling beside Akito. "I was just lea..."
"Hattori!" the door slammed open and a very hassled-looking Shigure came stumbling in. "Hattori!" Shigure only ever called his best friend by his proper last name when something serious happened. Shigure only ever ran and rushed when something very urgent happened. Shigure only ever had that look of panic when something bad happened. Hattori took a step forward and was grabbed by his upper arms by strong hands, trying to calm the other man down and found him to be shaking badly. Shigure stared into his eyes, panic written all over his face and in his eyes "Momiji..."
That was all Shigure was able to say before he was almost tackled by a worried Akito. Luckily, Hattori was able to squeeze a location out of the dog before rushing out of there, leaving Shigure to explain fully to Akito what happened and to calm him down. Hattori... he didn't need to know what happened. He only needed to know what was happening to get to Momiji. And all he knew was that Momiji was in trouble and that he had to get there, fast.
And he did. He rushed to Souma Mitsuri's company in record time and all went downhill from there.
Momiji didn't look up as the door opened. "Momiji," a soft voice called his name and the blond boy recognized it immediately. He looked up, eyes wide, at the man standing in the doorway. "Papa!"
Seiji took four strides and into his son's out-stretched arms and held him tight. "Papa! I didn't mean it! I swear! Please Papa, I didn't mean to..." His son's hoarse voice was chocked with sobs and his small frame quivered as tears soaked his brown business suit.
He loved his son. But he had neglected him. That Souma Mitsuri could not deny. Even though he had supported him financially all this while, Mitsuri had never been there for Momiji. He was aware that the only times he and Momiji talked was so that he could remind him to be careful and not be spotted by his family.
Mitsuri's family. Momiji's family.
It was selfish, how he took Momiji's mother away from him and denied him the warmth of parents' love. But he had protected him too. To have her son be a member of the cursed zodiac was too much for Anne. She was going crazy. It would have hurt Momiji more to have his mother try and kill herself in front of him every time he stepped into the room. It was the better thing for all of them. He had protected all of them.
But, now... How could he do this again? Go through all this once again? Does Momiji have to go through all of this again!
"Papa," Brown eyes looked up at him.
Yes. He did.
Flashback: After Momiji had transformed. Mitsuri's POV
Anne was screaming. The sound rang in my ears.
"No! No! No! Nooooooooooo! He's not my son! No! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She passed out.
Momiji was still staring at me. He had said something but Anne's voice had drowned out all other sounds. Now Momo looked up at me with her sweet brown eyes, exactly like her brother's. She was shocked, he could see.
"Papa..." I looked down at Momiji again, half-covered by his clothes. Then I ran into my office and called the main house.
