Heads or Tails: Live or Die
Ch. 2 A ScrewedUp Day
Wow! Part two already? I'm on a roll! YAY!
A/N:I do not own Fruits Basket! Natsuki Takaya does!
Hatori Sohma
It was going to be scorching June day. It was going to make Akito angry and ill and I would have to deal with him…all day long. However, I was use to that; it was the same thing that happened every summer. There was absolutely nothing I could do about that. But that didn't make that atrocious, horrible, and utterly one of the worst days of my life any better. The moment she stepped foot on Sohma property my world crashed into nothingness.
The police were coming to Sohma House because Kisa found a woman who was wearing a prisoner's jumper suit. She wrote down the number that was on the woman's back and told her mother about it. Her mother called the police, which in turn, brought them to Sohma House. They were going to search Sohma House for the woman and interrogate the youth of Sohma House. Why? I did not know. My job was to make sure that Akito would be able to speak with them and tell them what they could and could not do.
I hung up the phone from the Tokyo Police Department, "Now Momiji," I called the child's name to get his attention,"the police are going to be here at Sohma House and I want you to be on your best behavior. You mustn't bother them at all. Understand, Momiji?" I questioned the young boy.
He whipped around from staring out from the window with a goofy grin plastered on his face, "I understand Ha'ri!" he paused for a short moment which brought silence, "And Ha'ri…" I turned away from my desk to look at him, "Try not to scare them off," after he said that he left my office to play outside as he spotted Kisa and Hiro.
I heard him faintly say "hello" to them both. A small half-smile crept onto my lips as I watched the three of them. Childhood was something that would only last for so long and Momiji grasped onto it as long as he could. However, the Sohma Family curse only made it horrible for him. I shook those thoughts out my head. I went back to my work and wondered how I would handle Akito today.
"Mr. Hatori Sohma-san?" an old voice called for me. I looked up to see a maid that worked at the estate, "Akito would like to see you now," she told me.
I sighed under my breath and told her, "Alright…I'll be there right away…" I trailed off from the rest of my sentence.
She nodded her head and left the room. I got up slowly from my seat. I swayed my arms in the air unprofessionally to have knocked something on the self that was above my desk. It landed on my desk, which caught my attention. It was a photo. A photo of Kana. Kana…I missed her…there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all. Once more, I shook those thoughts out of my head.
I walked outside to hear the laughter of the children playing in the gardens as I went to the Main House. It was a very warm day with the small zephyr blowing. The light breeze helped clear my mind of painful thoughts that haunted me since dawn. I need to think when I was with Akito. That I would have to do most definitely, for if not…he would become even more annoyed then he already was.
I trotted down the corridors of the Main House to head to Akito's room. I slid the door open to reveal a darken room. Akito always liked the mysterious darkness. Maybe it made him feel more at peace with himself? Maybe it just gave him an escape from everyone and everything around him? That was only for Akito to know.
"Hatori," he spoke with venom drench in his words, "I don't feel well! I don't want to speak to those fools who call themselves policemen! I don't want to deal with them! I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to!" he yelled over and over.
I walked over to him to feel his forehead. He had a fever and his face was paler than normal, "Akito, calm down. You are only to make yourself worse," I cooed to him.
"Hatori?" he questioned me as I was preparing some pills for him to take.
"Yes, Akito?" I wondered what he had in store for me; however, my voice was only in monotone.
He grabbed my face and stroked it with his feeble fingers upon my cheek, "I want you to talk to the foolish police force," his words were icy and heartless.
I gave him his pills and some water for him to swallow the pills with, "Alright," I told him, "I shall do that."
He didn't say another word to me, but only go to the windowsill to watch the birds. I left him in the darken room. Now it was my job to speakwith the police force. I regret it very much for ever speaking to them in the first place. Why did she have to be in charge of the investigation? Why? I guess people who are cursed have the worst of luck.
I walked outside the Main House to be greeted my Hatsuharu. He was listening to some type of music…most likely punk rock or something. He walked over to me with a small smile on his face, "Hey Hatori!" he said.
"Hello, Hatsuharu," I replied, "Is there something you want?" I asked him.
He paused for a few moments and then he finally must have remembered what he had wanted to say, "Yeah, I did," he told me. I waited for him to tell me. "The cops just got here. There over at your house right now."
"Oh, alright…thank you, Hatsuharu," with that said I left him and walked over to my home. It wasn't that far off so I would be there fast enough. Dealing with the police would be easy to deal with I thought. I was mistaken.
Outside my house was: a parked motorcycle, three men, and a woman. The first man looked a few years younger then his companions. He was tall, had hair that went down to his noise, and strange green eyes. He wore a pair of black jeans with knee high boots and a white shirt wearing a black jacket.
The next man was older looking and shorter then he was in appearance; I was not very sure. He had short auburn hair and sunglasses. He wore a red over shirt over a gray tank top. He was all over the woman.
The last man looked most mature out of the group of four. He was much shorter then the other two yet he stood tall with a purpose. He had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He wore a green collared shirt with a white strip down each short sleeve. He wore khaki pants and brown dress shoes. He stared at his three friends with a glare and then sighed.
The women said something like, "I'm gonna rock n' roll all night! And party everyday!" I wish to this very day that our first meeting would have been extremely different then it turned out to be.
She wore a pair of blue jeans that, were also, ripped at the knees. Her shirt was black with a red phoenix on the front. Her hair was a coffee color and went down here back in tress on her sides. They were tied with red ribbons. She was wore boots and she was very short compared to her friends.
I walked over to the group of people and stared at them for a while. The girl was the first to notice me and she strolled over from her friends. She seemed to have a bubbly personality as she came to me. She smiled at me once she finally reached me, "Hello Mr. Sohma! I'm Iris Hisae! The head of this investigation; if there are anything you need; don't be afraid to ask me!"
You have to be kidding me! They let her be the head of the investigation! Great! Just great! She has to be worst then Shigure and Ayame! Today is going to be worst then I thought! I yelled over in my head. This girl probable didn't have any formal training in the police force. Oh God…what was the world coming to?
"You…are…the head of this investigation?" I asked Miss Hisae.
She nodded her head, "Yes, I am," she said sweetly, "Why is something wrong?" she then questioned.
I was taken back by her questioned yet soon I composed myself, "Well…uh…you don't look like you belong on the police force. Yet even the head of this investigation," I told her coolly. That is what I regret. I regret what I said.
Her eyes widened to an extent I found nonhuman. She clenched her jaw so tight that her cheeks were turning scarlet. The rest of her face tuned to that scarlet color and then she smirked at me, "Is that so?" she paused to have a good look at me. I could feel the eyes of her friends eyeing me with a wicked glare.
"Well, is just because of your attire," I tried to save myself.
"My attire makes you think that I'm not a capable of being a policewoman or the head of this investigation! Is that it? Well, for your information, Mr. Sohma, I am one of the best officers you will ever meet!" she yelled at me. She closed her eyes and furrowed her forehead, "Well, Mr. Sohma…is there anything I could help you with?" she asked. Her voice was drenched in venom.
I chose my words wisely, "No, thank you Miss Hisae-sama," I paused, "Oh, by the way, my name is Hatori Sohma. I'm the family doctor," I told her.
She smiled at me kindly like I didn't insult her. Her gaze then moved over to her partners where she started to bark orders right and left of what they needed to do. I could feel deep inside my bones that she was going to prove me wrong about what I said about her. That she was going to show me that she was a good police officer and that she was the best.
From that day on, I wish I had never met her or that whole conversation was completely different…