Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 386

Pairings (throughout the story): HatorixTohru, with mentions of KyoxKagura and YukixMachi

A/N: ANGST. Also, sorry about not updating yesterday again. Things happen in life that I can't ignore.

So you'll be getting two today! This first one I hate, the second one I love! YAY!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

O is for "Open"

Tohru stretched. She had been bending over her garden for the past twenty minutes, and her back was killing her. It was cloudy, and she didn't know whether rain was in the forecast (just in case, she had her hose ready to spray her vegetables). She brought a hand to her neck and began to rub the kinks out.

She felt relaxed. "Ah, such a nice day out. Too bad the sun isn't out," she smiled and looked up at the house. Then she blinked. Why was the door wide open? She didn't leave it like that, did she? O-Oh no, what if someone came by and went inside without me noticing! O-Or what if I really did leave the house open like that! A-Ah! She began to panic and ran inside the house.

She looked around. Nothing looked out of place—but what if there was a murderer hiding! I-I-I-I don't know w-what to do! She took a step into the house and peeked around every corner there was. "U-U-Um, hello?" She called out. There was no response.

"H-H-Hatori?" She recalled him talking about "resting in their bed for a bit", so she eased her way up the stairs. But by the time she reached the second step, someone grabbed her around the waist.

"Gotcha," they whispered. But her mind blanked and she elbowed the person behind her, right in the shoulder. Tohru felt the person let go of her and she fell on the stair. She turned to see who it was, but the person was laughing.

Laughing! "Tohru, it's only me!" She felt herself trembling, but felt so relieved to find it was only Hatori. Her heart was racing a mile a minute as he grabbed her hand to help her up. But his laughter soon ended. "Tohru? Are you okay? You're shaking," he felt her tear her hand away and saw her sit back down on the stair. She brought her hands to her mouth.

"D-D-Don't do that a-a-again," she whispered. He knelt down to see her face. "I-I-I thought y-y-you were d-dead, or s-something," he sighed and rubbed the back of his head with his hand. Thunder clapped in the sky and he felt terrible, especially when he saw tears in her eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered; lightning illuminated the dark sky.

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