Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 395

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

A/N: It's kind of like the "Hatori" prompt. Then again, I just love the idea of Hatori talking about Tohru, so... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

T is for "Tohru"

Her name was Tohru. It was a simple name, something that rolled off the tip of his tongue and still left a lovely taste in his mouth. But whenever a female patient came through his path, and when they gave him that look (Tohru gave him the look very rarely, and he jumped on the chances when she gave them) he hated them even more.

He loved his patients—some of them. Some of the women that came through were vicious, cruel even. And they weren't cruel to him; they were cruel to her, Tohru.

His conversations usually went:

"So, are you single?"

"No, I'm happily taken."

"What's her name?"

"I find no-"

"Her first name, then."

"Tohru."

"Tohru—an ugly name. How do you love an ugly girl?"

He never could find an answer to that. And his day was no different. A new woman came into the clinic for some kind of a check-up.

"You are a handsome gentleman, you know that?"

"I get that a lot," he replied. The woman smiled.

"How about you and I go on a date?" He turned in his chair to his desk.

"Flattered, but I am taken," she leaned back on the bed.

"Oh? A guy like you, taken." It was not that unbelievable, was it?

"Yes, taken," she scoffed.

"What's her name?" He spun and faced the woman.

"Tohru," he whispered. She looked over at a picture on his desk and grimaced.

"Is that her?" He nodded. She shrugged and held out her arm; he held a syringe to draw blood. "Pity," he frowned.

They didn't talk much after that. He hated when they talked about her like that. And she would know that when he got home. "Tohru?" She rose her head up from the table and smiled.

"Hatori! You're home early!" When she rose, he took a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "H-H-Hatori?" He smiled.

"There was this woman at the clinic today, and she said 'Pity' because I was dating you," he stepped forward and handed her the flowers. "And I've thought about it since then, and I don't see it a pity. I think of it as a gift," she blushed and buried her head in the flowers.

"O-O-O-Oh, s-stop," he kissed the top of her head.

"Never," he whispered.

Her name was Tohru.

And he loved her.

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