Title: You Were Mine
By: Author 888
Disclaimer: I must say, life has given me lemons. I, being the smart person I am, have decided to sell lemonade. I, in anyway, do not own fruits Basket, one of my best clients.
Note: Tohru is horribly OOC in this chapter, but, remember, this girl has had her husband leave her, gone on a date with Kyo, had her husband return to her, find out why her husband returned to her, her daughter get hurt in an accident, and have her daughter die. Basically, this chapter is her built up anger finally coming out. Although, when you read the scene, you won't blame her.
Should have been different
But it wasn't different
Was the same old story
Should have fit like a glove
Should have fit like a ring
Like a diamond ring
A token of true love
Should have all worked out, but it didn't
She should be here now, but she isn't
There's your trouble
There's your trouble
With seeing double
With the wrong one
You can see I love you
But you can't see that she doesn't
But you just keep holding on
There's your trouble
Tohru signed her name, "That's it. It's official." She sat on her bed, knowing that she had to let him know. "I'll wait until tomorrow…" She began lay down, tired from the funeral.
Instantly, she sat up. "Oh! I forgot about Tiburo! I'm coming Tiburo!" She ran downstairs to find Tiburo playing in the parlor with Yuki napping on the couch. She sighed. "I should have known. Well, it's okay now!"
She went back upstairs, calm and still tired. She fell into her bed, sleeping instantly. She saw Kii in her dream. The girl was running around playfully, throwing her arms around her mother. She did not have a care in the world, smiling and laughing. That was all she needed to do. It made Tohru smile, seeing her daughter happy again.
She woke to a pitch-black room. She glanced around, noticing the clock told her the time was ten minutes past midnight. "Oh my… What if Yuki didn't put Tiburo to bed? What if he tried to cook dinner? Oh no… Oh no!" She ran downstairs and heard a noise from the parlor.
The noise made her hesitate. What if it's a burglar? What if he has Tiburo? Oh no! She made up her mind, running forward at full speed, entering the parlor blindly. She heard another noise, now it was right beside her. It was right where the couch was. She turned to it.
Yuki lay there, on another woman. His shirt was off, and her jacket lay on the ground. Her shirt was also unbuttoned. The good news was that Tiburo was not in the room. At least he was somewhat responsible.
She stayed quiet, watching the pair while sneaking away. She knew what they were doing, and it made her angry. It made her extremely glad she signed those papers, heading upstairs to grab them.
She grabbed the papers and made her way to the kitchen. There she looked in her cabinets and grabbed something, putting her arm behind her. She then entered the parlor and glared at Yuki.
"Oh Yuki," she began in a somewhat psychotic voice, "I just want to know why you do this. Yuki, why do you pain me so?"
"Wha-" Yuki was shocked to hear Tohru speak like that.
"Oh woman, why must you be such a whore? Whore, I'm not letting you escape. I won't let you get away with this. Woman, it's time for you to learn your place."
"Tohru! What are you doing?" Yuki stared at her, horror in his eyes. What is she doing? I've never seen her like this before.
"Yuki! I have a surprise for you. I think you will like it, Yuki." She showed him the object.
"What the-" Yuki did not know what to think. He flinched, too shocked to do anything.
She raised the frying pan. "Yuki, are you ready?" She smacked the pan on his shoulder, grinning as she saw a look of pain on his face. She repeated the process, this time hitting him in the stomach.
The whore watched from the side, wincing every time the pan hit Yuki. Then she realized, she could be running. She began to throw herself towards the door, but when she got there, a frying pan smacked against her cheek.
"Who said you could go anywhere?" Tohru's eyes gleamed with anger, seeing through the whore and making her feel like daggers of ice cut through her body. She smacked the woman on the top of the head with the pan. "You can't leave this house unharmed." She hit her one more time and threw her out.
She turned around to see Yuki standing right in front of her. He raised his hand. "Why did you do this woman?" He smacked her on the cheek.
"You… You would cheat on me with her the night after our daughter's funeral! You would do that to me… to her!" She raised her frying pan, hitting his back with it. "I hate you. I hate your guts." She slapped the divorce papers in his hands. "We're through."
"This is not like you… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Yuki fell to the ground, quickly getting back up. He raised his hand again. "I will not let you leave me woman!" He swung his arm.
The frying pan hit the hand back. "NO! We are through!" Her voice lowered to her normal volume. "I want you out of this house by tomorrow afternoon. I never want to see you again."
"Woman… you don't tell me what to do. I will leave only if I want to leave!" Yuki screamed to the woman.
She began to hit his head over and over with the frying pan. "I… want… you… to… be… gone… by… tomorrow…" She kept hitting him.
"O-Okay. I'll be gone by tomorrow afternoon." Yuki cringed in fear of his old wife.
"Good."
The next morning, Yuki packed and left. She made sure he took all of his belongings. That was the beginning of her life as a single mother of one child. The phone rang, and Tohru picked it up.
"Hello."
"Tohru, a family reunion is scheduled six months from now. I just want to make sure you will be there."
"Yes."
"That's good. Momiji will love to see you."
So now you're thinking about
All you're your missing how
Deep you're sinking
Around and 'round and dragging down
Why don't you cash in your chips?
Why don't you call it a loss?
Not such a big loss
Pack it up and better luck
Could've been true love, but it wasn't
It should all add up, but it doesn't
There's your trouble
There's your trouble
With seeing double
With the wrong one
You can see I love you
But you can't see that she doesn't
But you just keep holding on
There's your trouble
Should've all worked out, but it didn't
She should be here now, but she isn't
There's your trouble
There's your trouble
With seeing double
With the wrong one
You can see I love you
But you can't see that she doesn't
But you just keep holding on
There's your trouble
Note: This is the end. Questions still remain though. What happened to Kyo? Why are they scheduling a family reunion? What will happen to Yuki? Do you even care what will happen to that bastard? Why did I find this chapter entertaining?
Note2: Goodbye! I hope to see you in book 2! It will probably be called "Keep Your Head Up!" Look for it!
Note3: I just wanted to say thank you all. Also, Yuki is a ….ing ….ty ….. who does not deserve Tohru.
Note 4: I have two author spotlights today. I love you all though.
Darksouled Saiyanphoenix: You have been here since the beginning, reviewing every chapter and giving me a positive opinion every time. That is what I need to finish one of these.
Sage of Downtown Hyrule: Same as Darksouled Saiyanphoenix, except his/her posts tend to be longer. I really love both of you and hope to see you in book 2!
