Glorios Generosa
Disclaimation--thou doesn't own most of these characters, only the one chick is mine..so, you can't stab me..and this goes for all of my stories, because, I forget easily
Chapter One: Veni Veni Venias
"Momiji...what is that?"
"Not a clue..."
"Well, that's good," Hatsuharu and Momiju stopped by the pile of snow and clothes.
"Maybe someone lost-" Momiji gasped suddenly, "look! A HAND!"
"Hmm...yes, that would b a hand." Haru gently lifted the pale hand from the snow, "a female hand..."
"Haru, don't joke, this is serious."
Hatsuharu brushed away the snow, revealing a girl. Her long black hair was frozen to her clothes, her limbs were stiff, and her frail body showed no signs of life.
"Do you think...she's..."
"What Momiji?"
"...Dead?"
"No, she has a pulse, it's slow, but it is there. We need to get her back to Hatori's," Hatsuharu said, pulling the half-frozen girl from the snow.
Haru lifted her into his arms and carried the girl away, as if she were his new bride, with Momiji close behind.
"Hatori," Hatsuharu called, making his way to Hatori's door.
"I hope he's home," Momiji said, watching Haru carefully walk up the steps, still carrying the frozen girl.
"Yeah, I do too-" The door slid open, revealing an annoyed Hatori, who's glare quickly faded when he saw the girl in Haru's arms.
Hatori quickly took her out of Haru's grasp and into his own, rushing into his house.
"Momiji, close the door," Haru said softly.
The two took off their shoes and folled suit into Hatori's room. Hatori had laid the girl in his bed and was throwing blankets over her.
"Where did you find her," he asked.
"Um...just outside the main house," Hatsuharu replied.
"How long ago was that," Hatori asked, trying to remove the girl's wet clothes without the blankets falling off.
"Maybe ten minutes," Momiji said, Haru nodded in confirmation. "Do you think she'll be ok Ha'ri?"
"I don't know Momiji...Hatsuharu, get some of my clothes out to put on her, will you please?"
Hatsuharu nodded and moved to Hatori's closet, throwing out a dress shirt and pants. Momiji politely handed them to Hatori, who was placing the wet clothing on the floor. Hatori then, with great difficulty, put his dry, too big, clothes on her, thinking about how grave the situation was.
"Why aren't you two in school," Hatori asked after a minute, gripping a clammy hand under the blankets.
"Random reasons," Haru replied.
"Ha'ri..." Momiji pouted.
"Come on Momiji, if we hurry, we can make it to lunch," Haru said, leaving the room.
"Yay! I love lunch," Momiji giggled, following Hatsuharu.
Hatori almost smiled at the antics of the two, but quickly turned his attention back to the girl. Her color was improving, but it would still be a miracle if she lived.
He brushed the hair from the girl's face, then stood. He walked into his kitchen, and narrowly missed being hit by the body of Shigure as he stumbled into the house.
"What are you doing here," Hatori asked.
"I was just hoping to rekindle those hotsi-totsi school nights we used to spend together," Shigure replied with a grin. "So, I'll be going to your bedroom to wait for your return-"
"NO!" Shigure turned back, wide-eyed. "I uh, there's-no, just...no."
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing, nothing..." Shigure carefully eyed the dragon. "Ok, just...go see for yourself, I'll be there in a minute."
Shigure skipped off to the bedroom as Hatori made a second attempt at entering his kitchen.
Hatori searched the cupboards. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he would know once he found it.
Shigure crept into the dragon's lair. The room was dark and quiet, besides the almost silent breathing coming from Hatori's bed.
The dog tip-toed across the room and knelt beside the pile of blankets.
"Ha'ri, you found yourself a girl," Shigure whispered to whom he thought was just himself.
"Actually, Hatsuharu and Momiji found her," Hatori replied, startling Shigure, from the door.
"Where?" Shigure lightly caressed the girl's pale cheek.
"Somewhere near the main house," Hatori said, kneeling beside Shigure.
"Do you think she'll make it?"
"I...doubt it..." Hatori lowered his head.
"Oh, you're upset by this fact, I take it," Shigure turned to look at the downcast dragon.
"Well, not upset by it, just confused about a lot of things."
"Like..."
"Well, who is she, for one, how did she get here, and why...you know what I mean?"
"Yes, I'm wondering the same about her," Shigure said. "How long has she been here?"
"Just a few minutes..."
"Oh, that's why the boys were here..." Shigure rubbed his chin out of habit. "If she does get better, what do you plan to do with her?"
"Well, probably send her back to where over she came from," Hatori sighed. "If she gets healthy again."
"Ha'ri, Ha'ri, Ha'ri, you shouldn't always be so pessimistic. You can't live like this forever, you know."
"Live like what? Realizing that I can't live a fantasy, that life is hard, and that we're not children anmore, and we are adults and as adults we have learned that things don't alwaysgo the way we want them to? Is that it?"
"Hatori..." Shigure looked into Hatori's eyes. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to-"
"I know what you were trying to do, Shigure, I know. But you need to stop acting like a child! Everything is a joke to you and I can't seem to get you to understand that we really can't do that. We are adults and we need to take life seriously sometimes. I tell you what Shigure, grow up! Start being more pessimistic!" Hatori got up and tried to storm off, but Shigure caught his wrist.
"I am sorry Hatori. I goof off around you because I want your life to seem kinder to you." Shigure's hand slid down, and he entwined his fingers with Hatori's. "I don't mean to upset you with my antics, I'm just trying to make you happy, because I know how god-forsakenly responsible you are. Don't get me wrong, I do take life seriously, and I'm not saying that doing things that way is bad...it's just that you aren't able to enjoy your life as much as you could."
"And your point is..."
"I want you to be happy." Shigure gave him a featherlike kiss on the lips. "That's all..." He let go of Hatori's hand and walked out of the room.
Hatori just stood there in awe. 'What is that dog trying to say to me,' he wondered. 'Whatever it is, he's screaming it at me today...'
The girl, thrown into a coughing fit, brought Hatori back. He rushed to her side, but it was too late. Her breathing was slow...too slow. Within seconds, it stopped altogether.
Hatori held her hand through the last seconds of her life, knowing that there was nothing else he could do for her. He stayed by the bed for several moments after the girl had passed away.
"I wonder," Hatori said to the lifeless teen. "Did you come here so something would start between Shigure and I? I mean, he told me something straight from his heart just now, a random thing that I would have never known if it weren't for you being here and on your death bed. So, maybe that is the answer to one of my questions; you are here to bring two close friends even closer, right?" Hatori could have sworn that the girl's lips upturned into a near smirk. "So it is..."
Hatori rose to his feet and stalked off through his front door, almost using all of his might to open it. Shigure looked up at him with wide-eyes as Hatori slid the door shut, very forcefully.
"Um..you know, the door slides quite easily if you-" Shigure looked up as he was silenced by Hatori's finger pressed to his lips.
"What do you want me to know so badly," Hatori asked, taking a seat by Shigure on the top step.
"Well, it's about time I get home, don't you think-"
"Shigure!"
"How's she doing?"
"She's dead..."
"Oh, so you pessimistic ideals came true...don't worry Ha'ri, I'll get you next time...my optimism shall PREVAIL!" Shigure put a fist in the air for affect, but Hatori brought it back down to the wood of the porch, giving Shigure 'the look'.
"Well, I guess, I care about you Ha'ri." Hatori was obviously not satisfied with this answer, so Shigure continued on. "I...I don't know, I guess to put it bluntly...I love you..."
...Silence...
Hatori wondered why Shigure would feel that way about him; and, Shigure was waiting for Hatori to go inside, and never speak to him again. Hatori thought about his next move. He could always run away from Shigure; maybe that would be childish enough for the dog. Hatori turned his thoughts around; he did find Shigure to be very handsome, as were most Sohma men, but he wasn't attracted to him, by any means.
Finally, Hatori threw out all thought and looked at Shigure; his head was down. Hatori knew that he was waiting for a rejection, but, sadly, that would never come.
Shigure jumped a little when Hatori's hand touched his shoulder. Then Hatori slid closer..and closer, until he was in Shigure's lap.
The dragon put his head to Shigure's chest like a child, and they both smiled. Hatori then looked up at Shigure, caressing his cheek with one hand, while wrapping the other around his waist.
The dog leaned into the hand on his cheek, making Hatori smirk. The dragon leaned forward, putting the two in a nearly awkward position.
Hatori and Shigure watched each other blush, then they both leaned forward ever-so-slightly, and closed the void between them.
It was just a simple kiss. A hopless romantic would see nothing great about it; but, to the dog and the dragon, it was the start of a whole new life...
So, terribly bad...but either way...review, don't review, I don't care, do what you want...YAY...I laughed through the entire thing...