Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 416

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

A/N: I just stole my own presents from an older HatorixTohru fic I did, "Flower Viewing". I'm very creative.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

W is for "Winter"

It was the first day of Winter, but they called it their own little Christmas. They never had a Christmas alone; they always had to go to Shigure's place to have a party. And it wasn't like they would spend a lot on each other—well, they would, but they were only allowed to get one present for each other. That was it. That was the deal. Tohru rejected the idea at first.

"B-But I want to buy you so much!" Hatori shook his head.

"I don't need anything, Tohru, really. I've already been grateful to have you in my life, that's enough for a while."

So she agreed, reluctantly. They would decorate their little tree every year, on the Sunday before their Christmas. It wasn't bombarded with ornaments; just little trinkets they received from each other throughout the year (this year, Hatori had put a lucky penny he got from her in one of his lunches; Tohru put a dried up rose petal near the top, from when he gave her roses for their anniversary).

And underneath the tree were two presents. Just like every year. She would always make him open his first. "Here!" She shoved his present in his hands and he looked at the size of the box. It was a little small—jewelry? But he would not give in that easily—he would always make her open hers at the same time.

"Here," he always smiled when giving her his present. She gladly accepted the gesture and looked at her box. It was a little small—jewelry? Did he/she get me when I bought him/her? But they tore at the paper and saw that they were, indeed, two jewelry boxes. He was the first to lift his top and was relieved that it wasn't his present there. Instead, it was a silver watch.

She saw his relief and opened hers—it was a silver locket. When he looked at the face of the watch, he saw two little pictures: one was him, and one was her. His smile grew and he looked at her. She opened the locket and saw two pictures: one was him, the other was her. She had tears in her eyes and she looked up at him.

He took the opportunity and kissed her. She didn't care; they usually did kiss on Christmas. When he pulled away from her, he whispered: "Thank you."

And she kissed him again. She was speechless, so she acted on her feelings.

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