Alright folks, the finale! But first, may I announce that for my 50th fanfic, I will be making a very special fan fiction. Yep, Juunishi Yuugi, the Fushigi-Furuba story. I'm currently making plans on how to do the story, so please be patient. ^^

On to the story!


Hatori wearily threw his numb body into his car as the bartender looked at him in half pity and half sympathy.

Women, the man said in his mind.

On the other hand the doctor was too tired and too confused to even drive home. It had just been hours since Tohru left his house, and he could still feel the pain of it. In fact, it was growing worse every passing minute. He was dreading the moment that he would go back home to an empty and dark house, with no familiar aroma of tea and sumptuous meals, and no wife to remove his necktie and massage his aching muscles.

He groaned as he put his seatbelt on and struggled to start the car. The engine roared to life, but he still didn't know where to go next. This was the last bar in town that he could go to that was still open, but it was now closing too.

"Where to now?" he asked himself.

He had no choice but to home. He would have to face the cold emptiness of his house sooner or later anyway.

He didn't know how he managed to return to his house, but there he was, opening the front door. He fumbled with his keys as he tried to ignore his aching temples, while at the same time, muttering curses.

Until the door finally let him in. He stumbled into the living room down into the cold marble floor. He didn't have the energy anymore to get up.

It's no use. I had grown so used to her presence that the welcoming arms of darkness, one that I had learned to live with before, is frightening.

Then he heard the familiar strains of a song playing in his radio, he felt worse. He knew that song.


That's what you are,


Tho' near or far.

"Good lord, of all the songs in the world," he muttered, wondering how his radio was able to turn itself on. He got up and walked towards the appliance to turn it off, but a hand stopped him. One with a touch so familiar that he could feel goosebumps on his skin.

"Don't," said a familiar voice that owned that familiar touch. "That is our song, remember?"

He wanted to rub his eyes just to make sure if he wasn't dreaming. He wanted to pinch himself to check if everything was real. But he remained still, not breathing. If this was all an illusion, he didn't want to move an inch, because he was afraid that he would wake up from this trance.

That the woman he loved so dearly was standing in front of him.

"Hatori, I had been waiting for hours. Where were you?" asked Tohru, peering at him intently.

He couldn't voice out a reply.

She took a step towards him and sniffed his breath delicately. "You're drunk," she said matter-of-factly. "W-What's wrong?"

He looked at her with disbelief. He wanted to shake her shoulders roughly and curse her for asking such a stupid question, but he maintained his blank tone. "Where have you been?"

"Me?" She looked surprised. "Why, I just passed by Shigure-san's house to talk with him and Yuki-kun. When I returned in the house, no one's home!"

"What did you do in Shigure's house?" he wanted to know.

"We talked."

"I know," he said, exhaling sharply. "About what?"

She giggled. "And I thought you can never make Sohma Hatori lose his temper! Boy, was I ever wrong!"

"It's not funny!" he snapped.

"OK, OK, if it really matters that much to you, I'll say it." She led him to the sofa. "OK, I asked him to explain to me what happened…how I ended up in your house and what happened to Yuki, who's my fiancé."

He looked at her, hurt. "Yes, and….?"

Her eyes saddened. "I told Shigure-san that I wanted to say goodbye…"

He sighed. "I see."

"…to Yuki-kun," she finished.

He blinked.

"I asked him if it's the right thing to do," she continued. "Because he's my fiancé…and…and…"

"What did he say?"

"He said it was wrong," she said. "But he told me too that the heart can never be wrong, because heart is the essence of love, and love is always right. He told me that God made it that way. Because God is right and God is love…"

Hatori's forehead creased as he imagined his cousin sprouting out those words.

"God is right, and God is love! Amen! Hallelujah, everyone! Can you feel the love? Doki-doki, everyone say, Praise the God of Love!"

But I interpreted it like this," continued the onigiri. " One thing can not be entirely right or wrong, only partially right and wrong. And obeying my heart may be twenty five percent wrong but it can be seventy five percent right." She smiled at him. "I should take the risk. Am I making any sense?"


She laughed. "Perhaps, I was just looking for an excuse to love you with all my heart without the guilt."

He paused.

"But some hours ago, Yuki-kun came here. He told me that Shigure told him about everything…" She wiped a tear from her eyes. "And he said that he was sorry to not remember me, but he could feel that he loved me. Loved me enough to tell me that it's ok if I love someone else now, much more than how much I loved him."

"He did that?"

"Because he wants me to be happy. And that if you could make me happy, then he will entrust me to you."

Hatori was speechless.

"It was then that I realized Shigure-san was right." Fresh tears welled up her eyes. "The heart is never wrong. I feel no regret, no hurt, just happiness and gratitude for having people that love me so much."

He caressed her face with his trembling hand. "Yes, the heart can never be wrong." He buried his face on her hair. "Thank you for coming back."

She stood up slowly. "Come on, let's dance."


In every way,

And forever more

That's how you'll stay.

That's why, darling, it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am

Unforgettable, too.

They both stopped dancing. Hatori's heart felt heavy, but then he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Go back to him."

Her eyes widened. "H-Hatori!"

He pulled her away from him gently. "Yes, the heart may never be wrong, but sometimes, our heart gets confused. This is what's happening now."

"B-But I want to be with you…"

"So do I. Badly," he admitted. "Everything that I said when I made love to you…it was all true. But can't you see? This is wrong. Yuki lied when he said it's ok. I witnessed how much he loved you ever since."


"Let's not make another mistake," he begged as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I do love you, Tohru. Very, very much, in fact. And I can't let you do something that you might regret."

"No regrets, Hatori…"

"Trust me. I've been there." Hatori smoothed her hair. "I know you love me, and I thank you for that, because you made me feel the luckiest man in the world. But there are just some things that we can't change. That Yuki loves you…and that you still do love him too."

"Hatori, I thought you love me…"

"I do, and will always do." He kissed her for the last time, telling her the things that he could never find the courage to say out loud.


I love you.

I'll never forget you.


In every way,

And forever more

That's how you'll stay.

That's why, darling, it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am

Unforgettable, too

It had been some years after that night I set her free. The years that followed had been so lonely and cold, but I could still feel the will to smile.

Because I did the right thing.

I watched from my car as Yuki and Tohru, together with their kids happily cuddle in the picnic blanket. The pure joy in Tohru's face…it was worth it.

Of course, I still love her with all my heart. So I could feel that I was also happy as I watched her.

I put my shades on and rolled my car window up as I drove off, humming to myself the familiar notes of Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable".

Our song.

The end

And um, some notes on this fanfic.

Hatori is OOC here, according to one reviewer. He's too aggressive. ^^

Yes, I admit he is. But like I said, it's my first try on Toriru. I'll get the hang of it eventually.

OK, so where's the lemon here? The scene on the last chapter was more of a lime!

I'm sorry to disappoint you guys. ^^;; I just couldn't make myself write a satisfactory full-blown lemon. My mistake.

The ending of this fic is mushily irritating, then suddenly angsty! Very un-Toriru!

Again, I'm a greenhorn author in Toriru fics. Yukiru fics are different from this coupling in a way that in Yukiru, you can get away with too much fluff and in Toriru, you can't. Simply because Hatori is not fluffy. ^^;;

About the angst and why I called this Toriru…um, let's just say that I want to deliver poetic justice to the story, no matter how cold and painful it is. This is still Toriru, because Tohru loved Hatori and vice-versa here too. It just didn't end with them together. Maybe I'll just make another Toriru with a happy ending in the future.

If you plan to flame me, I can not stop you. However, do put in mind that I really tried my very best on this fic. Would that be enough to change your mind? ^^;;