Dance of the Curse 2/? (Kyoru)
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2003 2:41 am
Disclaimer: I don't own FURUBA. Damn.
This fic is dedicated to: My ML-mates! They inspired me to write this one! Well, that and something else.
Chapter II: Plots and Blots
"Eh? Tohru-mutti was fired?" Momiji asked Kyou, the rabbit's eyes wide with surprise.
Kyou nodded. He was at the Souma complex. He didn't usually come here because of all the bad memories, but this was an emergency, so he decided to make an exception.
"But Papa wouldn't have fired her!" the blonde exclaimed, his eyes showing their distress. "He wouldn't, unless…" his voice trailed off as he caught the meaningful look in Kyou's eyes.
Unless Akito ordered it, both of them thought. Although he was just the titular head of the clan, Akito's words still carried great merit. Momiji's father would have heeded him if he ordered Tohru's dismissal. The man was probably afraid that if he were to refuse, Akito would take his anger on his son, like he did in the summerhouse, where Akito, after Momiji prevented him from seeing Tohru hit Momiji in a fit of anger . "But why would he do that?" Momiji wondered.
"Who knows?" Kyou muttered bitterly. Actually, he had a good idea why Akito was doing this. He's slowly alienating, no, removing, Tohru from the Soumas, he realized. He knew Akito resented the girl immensely for reasons too many to mention. First her job, then what next? Her memories? Damn Akito and his scheming, controlling ways! Kyou fumed inwardly. There were many times he simply just wanted to grab Akito by the neck, throttle him to death, and feel nothing but utter satisfaction.
"What's Tohru-mutti doing now?" Momiji asked.
Kyou grunted. "Looking for a job, what else?"
Momiji suddenly smiled mischievously. "Why didn't you go with her, Kyou-kun? Someone should be there to protect Tohru-mutti!"
"WHY SHOULD I DO THAT?!?" Kyou replied. "Besides, even if I wanted to, she wouldn't let me. You now how stubborn that girl could be!"
Momiji said nothing, but still kept smiling. Knowing the ways of the cat, he probably wanted to go with Tohru, but the girl probably insisted that she would handle this problem on her own.
"Oi," Kyou called. "Don't tell anyone about this. She doesn't want anyone else to know."
"Aa," Momiji replied. The rabbit wondered if Kyou was aware how special he was, being the only person Tohru confided in about her problem.
*******
It was a mess when she arrived at the scene. Bystanders were crowding around the scene of the accident, and police scurried around. Somewhere in the crowd, a photographer from a local tabloid was snapping pictures of the accident. Suddenly, she was angry. They don't even respect the dignity of the victims! As she fought her way through the crowd, she snatched the camera from the photographer.
"Oi!" the photographer shouted as she got the film. "That's my property!"
The woman gave him a withering stare. The photographer shrank back. The woman then turned to the policemen. "What are these people doing here? Move them out! We can't work in here!" she ordered, furious at the chaos around her. No work could be done in such an environment!
"Hey, you can't–" the policeman was saying. He stopped when he realized that the woman was wearing a white lab coat, a first aid kit in her hand–probably a doctor. When he saw her face, he paled slightly. This was no ordinary doctor. Turning to his men, he shouted. "You heard the doctor! Get these people OUT OF HERE!" He turned to the lady doctor. "Doctor, I–"
The woman ignored him. She knelt beside the body of the girl. She lay on the cold asphalt, her light brown hair spread out, stained with blood. Her now dirty dress was torn in several places, deep cuts and abrasions all over her young body. Gods, she was a mess, but then, accidents like these always were messy. Damn reckless drivers!
Judging by the violence of the accident, she was sure the girl would have many broken bones and possibly a concussion. She grasped the girl's limp wrist. There was a pulse, but very, very faint. She looked at one of her assistants. "Let's get her to the ER now!"
*******
"Eh? It's already late. Why are you two still awake?" Shigure sleepily asked the two youths. He had awoken to find the light in the living open. Curious, he went there to investigate and subsequently found the two boys.
Kyou didn't answer. "We're waiting for Honda-san," Yuki replied.
Shigure was surprised. "Ha? But don't you usually pick her up from work?"
Yuki nodded. The mouse looked very worried. "Hai. However, she asked me not to do that today since she was going to be a little late. But it's almost midnight and she's still not here."
Shigure turned to Kyou, who wasn't saying anything, which was unusual for the cat boy. "You're awfully quiet, Kyou. Do you know something that we don't?"
"Why should I?" Deep inside, Kyou was on the verge of panic. What happened to Tohru? Why wasn't she home yet? A million reasons swarmed his head and he shook it off. Panicking wouldn't help.
"Maybe we should call the police," Yuki suggested, getting up and heading for the phone. As he reached for it, Shigure grabbed the mouse's wrist, gripping it tightly.
Yuki looked at him in shock. "Shigure! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Behind him, Kyou tensed, like his catself ready to pounce.
"Yuki-kun," Shigure said in a pleasant voice, though his hand still grasped Yuki's wrist in an iron grip. "I think this matter should be handled quietly and should remain in our little group, ne?"
Yuki tried to shrug him off, but Shigure's grip was too strong. "Let me go! Aren't you concerned about Honda-san? She could be injured or hurt or lost!" Yuki's voice got louder and louder as he spoke, spilling out his fears. He was worried…very worried. If anything happened to her…
"I am, Yuki-kun." Shigure continued to speak in a calm voice. "However, don't you think it's unwise to let word of Tohru-kun's inability come home early spread out this prematurely? Tohru-kun might yet come home and you might be worrying other people unnecessarily." He looked directly at Yuki as he spoke.
Kyou realized what Shigure was trying to say. If they reported to the police and it turned out Tohru wasn't harmed or anything, the resulting uproar would raise awkward questions on why Tohru Honda lived with people who weren't her relatives. Not only that, if Akito would ever hear of this, no doubt he would cheerfully use it as a weapon against the girl. Moreover, if it did turn out Tohru was hurt, the fussing that would result would probably make Akito insecure about his hold on the juunishi, and they all know what Akito was like when he felt insecure.
The mouse seemed to have realized the same thing, because Shigure let go of his wrist. "Then we should at least call Hatori," Yuki said in a neutral voice.
Shigure nodded. "However, Ha-san's probably sleeping now. I suggest we wait tomorrow. Even if we did inform the police, they would probably wait for morning where there's light to search for Tohru-kun." He looked at Kyou and Yuki. "I think you two should sleep now."
They both shook their head. "Iya. We'll wait for her."
As Shigure went to his room, Kyou closed his eyes. Please let her be safe. She BETTER be safe.
********
There was a faint knock on the door of her office. It was midnight, but doctors didn't really sleep, did they? She looked up from the charts she was reading to stare at the man in front of her. It was one of the police officers.
"Have you identified her?" she asked. The girl had no identification with her. They couldn't take a decent photograph of her since her face was covered with though relatively minor, but ugly bruises. Besides, the girl was all wrapped up in bandage and casts. Both her legs were broken, and she fractured her left wrist. The doctor doubted that anyone could recognize the girl in her current state.
The girl was still in ICU. Though her life was not in real danger of dying anymore, the girl had slipped into a deep coma. One of the doctors who helped her feared she would suffer brain damage.
He shook his head sadly. "Iie. We're still working on it."
"What about the driver?" she wanted to know. The bastard was actually drunk and stoned at the same time. He had come out of the car, resisted arrest, managed to actually run away for a few meters before the police got him.
"He's imprisoned in the station, contemplating on his fate. He was lucky the girl lived. You did good work on the girl, Doctor," he said with profound respect.
"I want him permanently out of the streets of Japan." She delivered this in a quiet, but chillingly cold voice. "My lawyers will discuss the details with your department."
"Hai, Hime-sama."
This fic is dedicated to: My ML-mates! They inspired me to write this one! Well, that and something else.
Chapter II: Plots and Blots
"Eh? Tohru-mutti was fired?" Momiji asked Kyou, the rabbit's eyes wide with surprise.
Kyou nodded. He was at the Souma complex. He didn't usually come here because of all the bad memories, but this was an emergency, so he decided to make an exception.
"But Papa wouldn't have fired her!" the blonde exclaimed, his eyes showing their distress. "He wouldn't, unless…" his voice trailed off as he caught the meaningful look in Kyou's eyes.
Unless Akito ordered it, both of them thought. Although he was just the titular head of the clan, Akito's words still carried great merit. Momiji's father would have heeded him if he ordered Tohru's dismissal. The man was probably afraid that if he were to refuse, Akito would take his anger on his son, like he did in the summerhouse, where Akito, after Momiji prevented him from seeing Tohru hit Momiji in a fit of anger . "But why would he do that?" Momiji wondered.
"Who knows?" Kyou muttered bitterly. Actually, he had a good idea why Akito was doing this. He's slowly alienating, no, removing, Tohru from the Soumas, he realized. He knew Akito resented the girl immensely for reasons too many to mention. First her job, then what next? Her memories? Damn Akito and his scheming, controlling ways! Kyou fumed inwardly. There were many times he simply just wanted to grab Akito by the neck, throttle him to death, and feel nothing but utter satisfaction.
"What's Tohru-mutti doing now?" Momiji asked.
Kyou grunted. "Looking for a job, what else?"
Momiji suddenly smiled mischievously. "Why didn't you go with her, Kyou-kun? Someone should be there to protect Tohru-mutti!"
"WHY SHOULD I DO THAT?!?" Kyou replied. "Besides, even if I wanted to, she wouldn't let me. You now how stubborn that girl could be!"
Momiji said nothing, but still kept smiling. Knowing the ways of the cat, he probably wanted to go with Tohru, but the girl probably insisted that she would handle this problem on her own.
"Oi," Kyou called. "Don't tell anyone about this. She doesn't want anyone else to know."
"Aa," Momiji replied. The rabbit wondered if Kyou was aware how special he was, being the only person Tohru confided in about her problem.
*******
It was a mess when she arrived at the scene. Bystanders were crowding around the scene of the accident, and police scurried around. Somewhere in the crowd, a photographer from a local tabloid was snapping pictures of the accident. Suddenly, she was angry. They don't even respect the dignity of the victims! As she fought her way through the crowd, she snatched the camera from the photographer.
"Oi!" the photographer shouted as she got the film. "That's my property!"
The woman gave him a withering stare. The photographer shrank back. The woman then turned to the policemen. "What are these people doing here? Move them out! We can't work in here!" she ordered, furious at the chaos around her. No work could be done in such an environment!
"Hey, you can't–" the policeman was saying. He stopped when he realized that the woman was wearing a white lab coat, a first aid kit in her hand–probably a doctor. When he saw her face, he paled slightly. This was no ordinary doctor. Turning to his men, he shouted. "You heard the doctor! Get these people OUT OF HERE!" He turned to the lady doctor. "Doctor, I–"
The woman ignored him. She knelt beside the body of the girl. She lay on the cold asphalt, her light brown hair spread out, stained with blood. Her now dirty dress was torn in several places, deep cuts and abrasions all over her young body. Gods, she was a mess, but then, accidents like these always were messy. Damn reckless drivers!
Judging by the violence of the accident, she was sure the girl would have many broken bones and possibly a concussion. She grasped the girl's limp wrist. There was a pulse, but very, very faint. She looked at one of her assistants. "Let's get her to the ER now!"
*******
"Eh? It's already late. Why are you two still awake?" Shigure sleepily asked the two youths. He had awoken to find the light in the living open. Curious, he went there to investigate and subsequently found the two boys.
Kyou didn't answer. "We're waiting for Honda-san," Yuki replied.
Shigure was surprised. "Ha? But don't you usually pick her up from work?"
Yuki nodded. The mouse looked very worried. "Hai. However, she asked me not to do that today since she was going to be a little late. But it's almost midnight and she's still not here."
Shigure turned to Kyou, who wasn't saying anything, which was unusual for the cat boy. "You're awfully quiet, Kyou. Do you know something that we don't?"
"Why should I?" Deep inside, Kyou was on the verge of panic. What happened to Tohru? Why wasn't she home yet? A million reasons swarmed his head and he shook it off. Panicking wouldn't help.
"Maybe we should call the police," Yuki suggested, getting up and heading for the phone. As he reached for it, Shigure grabbed the mouse's wrist, gripping it tightly.
Yuki looked at him in shock. "Shigure! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Behind him, Kyou tensed, like his catself ready to pounce.
"Yuki-kun," Shigure said in a pleasant voice, though his hand still grasped Yuki's wrist in an iron grip. "I think this matter should be handled quietly and should remain in our little group, ne?"
Yuki tried to shrug him off, but Shigure's grip was too strong. "Let me go! Aren't you concerned about Honda-san? She could be injured or hurt or lost!" Yuki's voice got louder and louder as he spoke, spilling out his fears. He was worried…very worried. If anything happened to her…
"I am, Yuki-kun." Shigure continued to speak in a calm voice. "However, don't you think it's unwise to let word of Tohru-kun's inability come home early spread out this prematurely? Tohru-kun might yet come home and you might be worrying other people unnecessarily." He looked directly at Yuki as he spoke.
Kyou realized what Shigure was trying to say. If they reported to the police and it turned out Tohru wasn't harmed or anything, the resulting uproar would raise awkward questions on why Tohru Honda lived with people who weren't her relatives. Not only that, if Akito would ever hear of this, no doubt he would cheerfully use it as a weapon against the girl. Moreover, if it did turn out Tohru was hurt, the fussing that would result would probably make Akito insecure about his hold on the juunishi, and they all know what Akito was like when he felt insecure.
The mouse seemed to have realized the same thing, because Shigure let go of his wrist. "Then we should at least call Hatori," Yuki said in a neutral voice.
Shigure nodded. "However, Ha-san's probably sleeping now. I suggest we wait tomorrow. Even if we did inform the police, they would probably wait for morning where there's light to search for Tohru-kun." He looked at Kyou and Yuki. "I think you two should sleep now."
They both shook their head. "Iya. We'll wait for her."
As Shigure went to his room, Kyou closed his eyes. Please let her be safe. She BETTER be safe.
********
There was a faint knock on the door of her office. It was midnight, but doctors didn't really sleep, did they? She looked up from the charts she was reading to stare at the man in front of her. It was one of the police officers.
"Have you identified her?" she asked. The girl had no identification with her. They couldn't take a decent photograph of her since her face was covered with though relatively minor, but ugly bruises. Besides, the girl was all wrapped up in bandage and casts. Both her legs were broken, and she fractured her left wrist. The doctor doubted that anyone could recognize the girl in her current state.
The girl was still in ICU. Though her life was not in real danger of dying anymore, the girl had slipped into a deep coma. One of the doctors who helped her feared she would suffer brain damage.
He shook his head sadly. "Iie. We're still working on it."
"What about the driver?" she wanted to know. The bastard was actually drunk and stoned at the same time. He had come out of the car, resisted arrest, managed to actually run away for a few meters before the police got him.
"He's imprisoned in the station, contemplating on his fate. He was lucky the girl lived. You did good work on the girl, Doctor," he said with profound respect.
"I want him permanently out of the streets of Japan." She delivered this in a quiet, but chillingly cold voice. "My lawyers will discuss the details with your department."
"Hai, Hime-sama."
