The Darker Side of Ayame Sohma Cp. 2
Hello again oh random people who bother to read this. Thank you for the review! It make me so happy... he he he... Anyways, this is sort of a filler thing that became a more important part of the story as I was writting it. This is the first sign Shigure has of trouble, although there will be many more to come. Also, I wanted to give Hatori a break from all the pciking I plan to do on him in the future. To answer your questions, darkest-noir, Aya hasn't started to cut himself yet. The first bunch of chapters are about how Aya came to cut himself in the first place. I think they'll be about four or five chapters, including these ones, about the period of time before he started. Then they'll be another one where Hatori finds out, and I might post Click here so it makes more sense as to the story line. After that, they'll be another bunch of chapters about what happens after. Also, I would like to conduct a mini-poll. I need to decide if the fic ends happy or sad. So, if you have an opinion, please review and tell me what you want. Also, I would like to know if anyone would want to read some lemons. Please review anyway, even if you don't have an opinion or do not care. Seeing the ReviewAlert things in my mailbox makes me want to write. ANYWAY I have been rambling. I don't own Fruits Basket. Wish I did. Wish I had a million dollars, too, but it ain't happenin. So don't sue me.
Shigure sighed happily and gazed up at the swirling lavender patterns stencilled into the stucco of Ayame's ceiling. The entire bedroom was decked out to look like heaven at dusk, from the swirling gold door handles on the closet to the soft pink and purple silk that created a hazy could around the delicate lily-motif four-poster bed. The owner and designer of this luscious sanctuary was currently curled up next to him, arms draped loosely around his arm. Shigure looked down at the sleeping snake and smiled, brushing silver locks out of his peaceful face. Whatever demons had taken hold the last few days seemed to be long gone.
Shigure really should have been going quite some time ago. Mitchan had been harping on him to get his latest book finished before the deadline for once, and he hadn't even started yet. Still, the room was free of squabbling children, the sky outside was clear and blue, and Aya was warm and comforting by his side. It was at times like these that Shigure was happiest, and he wasn't about to pass it up for another broken door.
"Uhnn…. Shii…." Aya murmured sleepily, squirming a little and tightening his grin on Shigure's arm.
" S'all right, Aya. I'm right here…" Shigure lent down to press a soft kiss into Aya's forehead.
Shigure felt his nose crack as Ayame's head whipped forward. Scrambling backwards, Shigure held his nose as blood gushed out from between his fingers. Ayame had sat up and curled into a tight ball, screaming at the top of his lungs into his kneecaps. When Shigure tried to touch him, he blindly lashed out, hitting Shigure upside the head with such force that he tumbled off the bed. Ayame never stopped screaming. He pulled at his long hair, rocking back and forth, shouting something that sounded like "Get the hell out of my head!" over and over. Shigure stumbled back onto the bed and crawled towards him, ignoring the pain of his broken nose for the time being. Wrapping his arms around the snake and forcing him to stay still, Shigure murmured to him as coherently and comfortingly as he could with blood running into his mouth and bells going off in his head.
Ayame stopped screaming and lent back against Shigure's chest, whimpering quietly. When he thought it safe, Shigure loosened his grip and reached for a box of tissues, both to wipe the tears of Ayame's face and the blood off his own. When Aya caught sight of the blood covering Shigure's face, he screamed again and ripped away as if Shigure was going to hurt him. Shigure wrapped him in his arms again and began the stream of words once more.
This time round, he waited for Aya to ask him to let go before doing so.
"I'm telling you, Hatori, he needs some help! Something is seriously wrong here!" Shigure shouted into the phone.
Hatori held the receiver about a foot from his ear and waited for the stream of cursing to end. Much to his credit, he managed to resist shouting back at the nearly hysterical dog, although his finger tapped quickly on the desk in the tell-tale manner that sent his secretary running.
"You don't just wake up screaming for no God-damn reason!"
Hatori sighed and answered in the calmest, most reasonable manner he could muster.
"I know, Shigure. I told you I'd talk to him later. For now, I think the most pressing matter is your nose. You need to get it set before-"
"Hatori. You're not listening to me. My nose doesn't matter. Aya needs-" Shigure cut him off before he could finish, so Hatori returned the favour.
"Don't you think I know what Aya needs? It's a nightmare, Shigure. People have them all the time. Even you, if I recall correctly." Hatori heard a crack and realized that he had snapped his pencil in two. The line was silent for several seconds.
"You bastard." Shigure hissed with more venom than Aya on a bad day. Hatori slammed the phone down and angrily tossed the broken pencil in the trash. He lent back in his chair and absently bit his knuckle, absolutely fuming.
It might have seemed that Hatori was over-reacting just a little. But in truth, that phone call had just been the final straw. He had phoned Aya earlier that morning to schedule an appointment, and Aya had absolutely refused to see him until he got over that 'stupid professional distance crap'. Hatori had then proceeded to review the tapes and the notes he had made during their sessions. The more he listened and the more he read, however, the more he was convinced Aya needed him. He had called again, and there had been no answer. Then he had seen Ayame's name on the call display and had be certain that Aya had reconsidered coming in.
Hatori wasn't sure what to do. He knew better than Shigure how much help Aya needed, but what was he supposed to do? If Aya didn't want help, Hatori couldn't legally force it upon him until he deliberately hurt himself or others. Besides, how could he really help him when Aya wouldn't tell him what was going on?
Hatori sighed wearily and grabbed his coat and the emergency medical kit he always kept near the door. Shigure's nose needed to be fixed and he wanted to talk to Aya before he had time to make up a cock-and-bull story.
The next chapter will be a transcript. Mostly. Also, will have some sound effects not suitable for younger viewers. Like 'Mmph' and 'Uhnn'. Will also involve more beating on Shigure. See ya next time, folks!
Love ya, Jii.