The room was frigid. A house with it's windows open in the brink of winter would be a strange sight to a multi-layered passerby. Hatori was to lost in thought to notice. Kana... She was his gaurdian angel and his demon. The demon that haunted his mind everytime he layed eyes upon or even thought about Miss Tohru Honda. His eyes stared blankly at an unpersonalised office, taking in nothing. His pen scratched random lines into a document he was supposed to be filling out. Hatori's office walls were a bleak grey color with few pictures of distant family. The main picture that occupied his mind was of her. Sometimes when he listened to her sweet voice and closed his eyes he almost thought that kana had come back to him but then he remembered...

Ha'ri often times wondered if he could erase his own memory. If he could, should he? Those painful memories-memories of a short time of happiness but happiness none the less. If this scar upon his heart dissapeared, would he be much different? Would he be colder? What was he like before Kana came into his life? He couldn't remember. He was just Hatori Sohma. His main priority was to take care of Akito. Everything before Kana was dim as if it had never happened, as if there had never been such a time. But Kana was gone now and she was never coming back. It was hard to believe that the woman who had once been his true love was now happily married. Ha'ri had convinced himself that there would never be another...until...her... Heart pulsing violently, Hatori stood up on weak legs and left the room.

Wow, he let out an amazed gasp. It's freezing in here, he thought, peering at the goose bumps on his arm. Ha'ri had left his cramped study to get a breath of fresh air, finally realising the temperature of his house. He must have zoned out...(little did he realise that's exactly what he was doing now.) Glancing at the WIDE open windows in his house, Hatori thought, when the hell did I do that? Ice crusted window seals and carpets. I'm suprised I didn't slip... "Damn it!" Hatori yelled, clamping one hand over his mouth and the other over his injured head. Ha'ri normally didn't use profanity and plus he sounded like Kyo. Next I'll be saying 'that damn rat Yuki!' he thought comically. This little moment of cynicism was interrupted by the throbbing of his head. Maybe he should get some ice...? Wait, no it's winter. Suuuuuuuure, getting ice makes LOTS of sence. Suddenly a knock sounded at the door.

"Hatori? Ha..tori?" a small voice called. His body went rigid and froze. That small, meek voice belonged to no one other than...her. Well, think of the devil and she shall appear for the devil is surely a woman. No, Hatori corrected himself. Tohru Honda wasn't the devil. She was a blessing , sent in the form of an angel. Feeling the hard ground beneath him, he realised that he was still situated in a wet puddle on the floor. He scrambled up into a stiff, standing position with grace only a cough starfish could have and looked into the eyes of a bewildered Tohru.

" Oh! Hatori! I'm sorry!... The door.. it was open... and... no one was answering. Oh! I know I should have knocked harder so you could here me! I'm so sorry for intruding!" she freaked out. Hatori silenced her with the gentle wave of a hand.

"Please come sit down Miss Honda." he offered, regaining his usual calm composure.

"O-okay." she stuttered.

A few minutes later...

"I hoped you liked the soup Hatori." Tohru said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Oh.", he so skillfully replied as he gulped down the last bit of her soup," Your cooking is delectable."

"I'm really not that good." Tohru blushed,looking down at the floor.

"Yes you are." akward silence...

"Uhh.. I really should clean up these dishes." she voiced, getting up from her chair

"No, it's alright. I'll get to them later." said Hatori grabbing the dishes before she had time to pick them up. In the process, thier hands just happened to brush by eachother.. He froze and she quickly turned to hide her blush.