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"These Rainy Days" - Yuki/Tohru/Kyou (Fruits Basket)
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A/N: …No idea where this rather ramble-y, disorganized, unfocused one-shot fic came from. While I liked this series, and liked the Yuki/Tohru pairing from the very first, I’ve never written anything for either.And I knew from the start it would end with Kyou/Tohru…and I can accept that pairing, and like it okay, but…I still like Yuki/Tohru much more, because he was always so very kind to her--none of that insecure tsundere BS.
[Tohru, Yuki, Kyou. 'These Rainy Days.']
It’s a little strange, and she’s not entirely sure of the reasons behind it, but whatever the cause, Tohru finds herself looking at Yuki’s hands a lot lately. Especially a mealtimes or when they’re studying together, as he reaches for the tea pot, or for his eraser, or another of his notebooks, she can’t help but stare in something like wonder at how delicate, how pale those hands are. (She remembers how soft they’d been, too, despite a few calluses from years of martial arts training, though nothing like Kyou-kun’s, which were larger, rougher, warmer, and just a little sweaty.) And yet she’s seen him fight, and they’d defended his secret base together, and he’s pulled her out of so many emotional ruts and bad situations that she knows, personally, just how strong those hands really are.
He really is a Prince, she thinks, looking at his long, graceful fingers, tipped with delicate perfectly-shaped nails that are noticeably longer than hers. Somehow he doesn’t ever seem to break, chip, or even scrape them, even with all the fighting and gardening; her own are short, worn down from her job and household chores, plain and unpainted most of the time, and always have little white scuff marks on them.
She’d first noticed those nails when he’d taken her elbow on the street, carefully guiding her around a crowd of rather rough-looking teens, holding her close enough to look properly protective, but not close enough for it to count as any sort of embrace. His nails had lightly scraped against her skin, and she’d instantly though of the class pet back in her middle school years, a brown and white hamster whose tiny little claws had scrabbled against her skin with equal lightness, tickling more than actually scratching and never even coming close to drawing blood.
But accidents happen, and of course Yuki wasn’t the only Zodiac member to be physically affected by the curse.
It’s been raining on and off all day, and it just so happened to be on again while they’re walking home from school. Tohru had been determined to keep the peace between the cousins, though for once, she needn’t have worried since Kyou had lapsed into sullen silence and Yuki had apparently decided to ignore him completely. Not wanting to disrupt even an uneasy calm, Tohru stays quiet, spending most of the walk home thinking about what to cook that night, and what she’ll need from the store in order to do so.
“I was thinking,” she begins as they come to a stop outside Shigure’s house, “since it’s been so cold recently, that I might make oden for supper tonight—”
A sudden gust of wind steals the rest of her words, sending a frigid sheet of rain slapping against all three teens; Kyou’s umbrella takes that as its cue to turn inside out, much to the orange-haired boy’s displeasure. Acting on reflex, Tohru steps closer, holding her own umbrella out to shield him as Yuki unlocks the front door. Kyou, irritable from the rain and the unexpected dousing, smacks her arm away with a low, throaty growl…and leaves a two-inch-long scratch along the underside of her bare forearm.
Yuki, who had turned to look back at them just in time to see it all happen, nearly drops his umbrella, snatching Tohru’s away as he presses his handkerchief into her hand instead. Hurriedly he closes both umbrellas, leaving a startled-looking Kyou standing out in the rain with his broken umbrella drooping in his grasp as Yuki ushers the girl inside. The grey-haired boy has half a mind to lock his cousin out, but he knows Kyou would find a way in anyway, and would probably track in water and mud in the process, making more work for Tohru later. Yuki settles for shooting him a glare over his shoulder and flinging the two dripping umbrellas back at him with a terse, “Make yourself useful and put these away, at least, idiot.”
A moment later Yuki ushers Tohru into the sitting room, where Shigure is sitting and reading, idly fanning himself as he does so. The older man blinks and straightens up a bit, putting his book down when he sees the blood, and for all his generally laid-back attitude, there’s sincere concern in his voice as he asks what happened.
“She got scratched by a particularly stupid cat,” Yuki says with more than a trace of venom, making it perfectly clear to his older cousin just which “cat” had caused the damage.
“O-oh, but it was an accident!” Tohru insists, forgetting about the injury to put up her hands in protest. “And I knew the rain made him feel badly, so I shouldn’t have bothered him in the first place! It’s all my fault really—”
“Tohru-kun, you’re still bleeding~” Shigure says, pointing at the blood trickling down her arm. Tohru gives a squeak and hurriedly covers it with the handkerchief again.
At that moment, Shigure catches sight of a rather shamefaced Kyou lurking in the doorway, and now that he knows the injury isn’t serious, the author gives a chortle from behind his fan, raising his voice melodramatically. “Oh dear, poor Tohru-kun! Kyou-kun, you’d better take responsibility if it scars~”
“SHUT UP, YOU!” Kyou hisses, whirling on his obviously amused cousin.
“Don’t say disgusting things,” Yuki reprimands Shigure flatly, an eerie gleam in his eye; he ignores Kyou’s hissing and spitting entirely. His manner changes completely as he turns back to Tohru, eyes soft and words caring. “Please wait here, Honda-san. I’ll get the first-aid kit.” His tone darkens again as he passes Kyou on his way out of the room, shooting a pointed barb at the other teen as he goes. “We wouldn’t want it to get infected, after all…”
“IT’S NOT GONNA GET INFECTED! I HARDLY TOUCHED HER!”
“It doesn’t look like that to me, Kyou-kun~” Shigure says in a singsong voice. “Look at all that blood! And Yuki-kun could be right, you know--what if she gets cat scratch fever! Oh no! I’d better call Haa-san!”
Tohru straightens in surprise. “Eh?! Ah! No, no! You don’t need to bother Hatori-san over something small like this…!”
All three stare silently at her arm, and the considerably-stained handkerchief she’s holding to it. It looks worse than it actually is, since her arm had been wet from the rain and the water had caused the blood to spread through the handkerchief faster than usual; by now, it’s almost soaked through.
Tohru seems to realise this with a start, and with an anxious “AH!” tries to hide the blood-blotted cloth while still keeping pressure on the wound and keeping it above heart-level, which of course proves to be impossible.
Something in Kyou’s face crumples just a little at that attempt, and he awkwardly rubs his shoulder, glancing away as he starts on a halting, hesitant apology. “…Hey…y’know, I…I really didn’t mean to—”
“Move.” Yuki abruptly cuts him off, straight-arming Kyou into the wall, making a noticeable dent in the plaster. “You’re standing in the doorway, stupid cat.”
The Prince settles himself at the table once again, serenely disregarding both Kyou’s renewed snarling and cursing and Shigure’s mournful plea that they stop breaking his house as his attention settles fully on Tohru. “It looks like the bleeding’s stopped. Good job keeping pressure on it, Honda-san,” he says with a smile.
The smile Tohru gives him in return is more concerned than anything, though clearly not for herself. “I-I’m sorry for getting your handkerchief dirty, Yuki-kun…but don’t worry! I’m really good at getting bloodstains out of clothes! I’ll get it clean for sure!”
Though all three men are wondering in the back of their heads just how she'd know she's good at getting out bloodstains, Yuki waves away the offer, still beaming benevolently. “No, Honda-san, don’t concern yourself with it. After all, you shouldn’t be punished for someone else’s stupidity.”
There’s a beat of shocked, uneasy silence after that obvious jab; then Kyou snaps once again:
“DON’T CALL ME STUPID, YOU DAMN RAT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL REALLY KILL YOU SOME DAY!” he snarls, then storms off, stomping all the way up the stairs to his room.
“Oh—n-no! Don’t worry about it, Kyou-kun!” Tohru calls after him as Yuki carefully dabs at the cut with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. Her words are for Kyou, though her eyes are drawn down to those graceful hands moving over her arm, carefully placing the bandage and gently smoothing the edges down. “Really…it’s just a scratch.”
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Tohru, Yuki, Kyou – True love always more than scrapes the surface.
A/N: …No idea where this rather ramble-y, disorganized, unfocused one-shot fic came from. While I liked this series, and liked the Yuki/Tohru pairing from the very first, I’ve never written anything for either.
[Tohru, Yuki, Kyou. 'These Rainy Days.']
It’s a little strange, and she’s not entirely sure of the reasons behind it, but whatever the cause, Tohru finds herself looking at Yuki’s hands a lot lately. Especially a mealtimes or when they’re studying together, as he reaches for the tea pot, or for his eraser, or another of his notebooks, she can’t help but stare in something like wonder at how delicate, how pale those hands are. (She remembers how soft they’d been, too, despite a few calluses from years of martial arts training, though nothing like Kyou-kun’s, which were larger, rougher, warmer, and just a little sweaty.) And yet she’s seen him fight, and they’d defended his secret base together, and he’s pulled her out of so many emotional ruts and bad situations that she knows, personally, just how strong those hands really are.
He really is a Prince, she thinks, looking at his long, graceful fingers, tipped with delicate perfectly-shaped nails that are noticeably longer than hers. Somehow he doesn’t ever seem to break, chip, or even scrape them, even with all the fighting and gardening; her own are short, worn down from her job and household chores, plain and unpainted most of the time, and always have little white scuff marks on them.
She’d first noticed those nails when he’d taken her elbow on the street, carefully guiding her around a crowd of rather rough-looking teens, holding her close enough to look properly protective, but not close enough for it to count as any sort of embrace. His nails had lightly scraped against her skin, and she’d instantly though of the class pet back in her middle school years, a brown and white hamster whose tiny little claws had scrabbled against her skin with equal lightness, tickling more than actually scratching and never even coming close to drawing blood.
But accidents happen, and of course Yuki wasn’t the only Zodiac member to be physically affected by the curse.
It’s been raining on and off all day, and it just so happened to be on again while they’re walking home from school. Tohru had been determined to keep the peace between the cousins, though for once, she needn’t have worried since Kyou had lapsed into sullen silence and Yuki had apparently decided to ignore him completely. Not wanting to disrupt even an uneasy calm, Tohru stays quiet, spending most of the walk home thinking about what to cook that night, and what she’ll need from the store in order to do so.
“I was thinking,” she begins as they come to a stop outside Shigure’s house, “since it’s been so cold recently, that I might make oden for supper tonight—”
A sudden gust of wind steals the rest of her words, sending a frigid sheet of rain slapping against all three teens; Kyou’s umbrella takes that as its cue to turn inside out, much to the orange-haired boy’s displeasure. Acting on reflex, Tohru steps closer, holding her own umbrella out to shield him as Yuki unlocks the front door. Kyou, irritable from the rain and the unexpected dousing, smacks her arm away with a low, throaty growl…and leaves a two-inch-long scratch along the underside of her bare forearm.
Yuki, who had turned to look back at them just in time to see it all happen, nearly drops his umbrella, snatching Tohru’s away as he presses his handkerchief into her hand instead. Hurriedly he closes both umbrellas, leaving a startled-looking Kyou standing out in the rain with his broken umbrella drooping in his grasp as Yuki ushers the girl inside. The grey-haired boy has half a mind to lock his cousin out, but he knows Kyou would find a way in anyway, and would probably track in water and mud in the process, making more work for Tohru later. Yuki settles for shooting him a glare over his shoulder and flinging the two dripping umbrellas back at him with a terse, “Make yourself useful and put these away, at least, idiot.”
A moment later Yuki ushers Tohru into the sitting room, where Shigure is sitting and reading, idly fanning himself as he does so. The older man blinks and straightens up a bit, putting his book down when he sees the blood, and for all his generally laid-back attitude, there’s sincere concern in his voice as he asks what happened.
“She got scratched by a particularly stupid cat,” Yuki says with more than a trace of venom, making it perfectly clear to his older cousin just which “cat” had caused the damage.
“O-oh, but it was an accident!” Tohru insists, forgetting about the injury to put up her hands in protest. “And I knew the rain made him feel badly, so I shouldn’t have bothered him in the first place! It’s all my fault really—”
“Tohru-kun, you’re still bleeding~” Shigure says, pointing at the blood trickling down her arm. Tohru gives a squeak and hurriedly covers it with the handkerchief again.
At that moment, Shigure catches sight of a rather shamefaced Kyou lurking in the doorway, and now that he knows the injury isn’t serious, the author gives a chortle from behind his fan, raising his voice melodramatically. “Oh dear, poor Tohru-kun! Kyou-kun, you’d better take responsibility if it scars~”
“SHUT UP, YOU!” Kyou hisses, whirling on his obviously amused cousin.
“Don’t say disgusting things,” Yuki reprimands Shigure flatly, an eerie gleam in his eye; he ignores Kyou’s hissing and spitting entirely. His manner changes completely as he turns back to Tohru, eyes soft and words caring. “Please wait here, Honda-san. I’ll get the first-aid kit.” His tone darkens again as he passes Kyou on his way out of the room, shooting a pointed barb at the other teen as he goes. “We wouldn’t want it to get infected, after all…”
“IT’S NOT GONNA GET INFECTED! I HARDLY TOUCHED HER!”
“It doesn’t look like that to me, Kyou-kun~” Shigure says in a singsong voice. “Look at all that blood! And Yuki-kun could be right, you know--what if she gets cat scratch fever! Oh no! I’d better call Haa-san!”
Tohru straightens in surprise. “Eh?! Ah! No, no! You don’t need to bother Hatori-san over something small like this…!”
All three stare silently at her arm, and the considerably-stained handkerchief she’s holding to it. It looks worse than it actually is, since her arm had been wet from the rain and the water had caused the blood to spread through the handkerchief faster than usual; by now, it’s almost soaked through.
Tohru seems to realise this with a start, and with an anxious “AH!” tries to hide the blood-blotted cloth while still keeping pressure on the wound and keeping it above heart-level, which of course proves to be impossible.
Something in Kyou’s face crumples just a little at that attempt, and he awkwardly rubs his shoulder, glancing away as he starts on a halting, hesitant apology. “…Hey…y’know, I…I really didn’t mean to—”
“Move.” Yuki abruptly cuts him off, straight-arming Kyou into the wall, making a noticeable dent in the plaster. “You’re standing in the doorway, stupid cat.”
The Prince settles himself at the table once again, serenely disregarding both Kyou’s renewed snarling and cursing and Shigure’s mournful plea that they stop breaking his house as his attention settles fully on Tohru. “It looks like the bleeding’s stopped. Good job keeping pressure on it, Honda-san,” he says with a smile.
The smile Tohru gives him in return is more concerned than anything, though clearly not for herself. “I-I’m sorry for getting your handkerchief dirty, Yuki-kun…but don’t worry! I’m really good at getting bloodstains out of clothes! I’ll get it clean for sure!”
Though all three men are wondering in the back of their heads just how she'd know she's good at getting out bloodstains, Yuki waves away the offer, still beaming benevolently. “No, Honda-san, don’t concern yourself with it. After all, you shouldn’t be punished for someone else’s stupidity.”
There’s a beat of shocked, uneasy silence after that obvious jab; then Kyou snaps once again:
“DON’T CALL ME STUPID, YOU DAMN RAT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL REALLY KILL YOU SOME DAY!” he snarls, then storms off, stomping all the way up the stairs to his room.
“Oh—n-no! Don’t worry about it, Kyou-kun!” Tohru calls after him as Yuki carefully dabs at the cut with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. Her words are for Kyou, though her eyes are drawn down to those graceful hands moving over her arm, carefully placing the bandage and gently smoothing the edges down. “Really…it’s just a scratch.”
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Tohru, Yuki, Kyou – True love always more than scrapes the surface.
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I miss Yuki/Tohru. .____.
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Thanks for commenting! I miss it, too. It's good to know there are others who still carry their love for the Yuki/Tohru pairing in their hearts. ♥
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I wish the creator of Fruits Basket did an alternate ending so people could see how it would be if she got with Yuki. But sadly she didnt do it...oh well, Ill just have to do it! Haha! XD I plan to make a doujin that is basically like if Tohru and Yuki got together and the one Tohru had true feelings for was Yuki. And Yuki will realize he loves Tohru much more than a mother figure. Now the only problem is Kyo...hmmm... guess Ill put him with Kagura. Bwahaha! XD I can see Kyo's pissed off face now. Hee hee hee...XD
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Heh, I wouldn't've minded an alternate ending side-story either. If you do make that doujin, please post about it on
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Haha! Oh I know right? And thank you so much for that link to riceballrat! I didnt know there was another YukiTohru group! I have joined that one as well as yukitohru! Also thank you for taking interest in my upcoming doujin and saying there might be others who will take an interest to it too! Your a sweetheart! =D Have a nice day! <3