To Love an Onigri-Chapter One

"Hari!" Shigure said in his usual annoying, singsong way. "Guess what? Guess!" Hatori rolled his eyes.

"Must you always be such a child, Shi?" Hatori asked in a mock-stern voice. Shigure thought it over and then nodded with a silly grin.

"Wait! You didn't guess!" he pouted. Just as Hatori opened his mouth to speak, Kyo stormed in. A few seconds later, Yuki and Tohru appeared. Kyo stopped dead and looked at Hatori.

"What the hell is he doing here?" he hissed. Hatori rolled his eyes again, but he didn't reply. Before Yuki could speak, Tohru asked,

"Does anyone want tea?" She shrugged out of her jacket and hung it up. Kyo and Yuki shook their heads and left the room.

"Please," Hatori and Shigure responded at the same time. She smiled hesitantly at Hatori as she passed him and he gave her a half-smile back-a smile he rarely gave. Shigure noticed his smile. As soon as Tohru was in the kitchen, he punched Hatori on the arm, giggling.

"What was that for?" Hatori asked indignantly.

"Hari's got a crush, Hari's got a crush!" Shigure sang out. "You naughty, naughty man, you!" Hatori glared at Shigure and he got an innocent expression on his face. He stood to leave, but Shigure stopped him.

"Hang on, what about the tea my lovely flower is preparing for us? You wouldn't want to be rude and hurt her feelings, now would you?" Hatori hesitated and then sat back down. Shigure smiled. Tohru came out holding a tray with the tea and a little snack.

"I know that it was childish to make a snack, but I noticed that Shigure spent all night writing and I wasn't sure if he had eaten yet, and I figured that Hatori was still living off that gross instant food." As soon as she said that, she blushed. Tohru looked at her feet. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

"But true," Shigure pointed out thickly. He had already started eating. Tohru smiled.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked. Her eyes flicked towards Hatori involuntarily.

"I do believe we're set. Thank you, dear flower of mine!" Shigure exclaimed. Tohru blushed again.

"Yes, thank you, Tohru. I have been living off of instant food lately," Hatori admitted. Shigure coughed and threw a piece of bread crust at him. Hatori scowled at Shigure.

"Yes?" Shigure asked sweetly.

"Now, was that really necessary?" he asked Shigure exasperatedly. Tohru chuckled to herself and left.

Tohru's POV

I shouldn't be feeling this way about Hatori. He will never feel about me that way I feel about him. Not that I am ever going to tell him how I feel, but I wish I could. I wish I could tell him how much I love him. What if Yuki or Kyo ever found out? They'd be furious with me… and Hatori. And what about Akito? I couldn't bear it if Hatori was hurt by him again. It would be too terrible to bear. Oh, mom, I wish you were here! I desperately need someone to talk to about this.

I can't tell Uo and Hana, either. They'll complain about the age difference. They'll ask me why I love him. Why do I love him? I've asked myself this question so many times, yet I've never been able to truly answer it. I love everything about him. They way his eyes become sharp when he's deep in thought, the way his hair falls into his face. I love the way he's so kind and yet so serious at the same time. I have so many mixed emotions within me.

Every time I look at him, I feel love, awe, and happiness. He's always so willing to put people before himself. Take Momiji, for example. He's always with Momiji. He always takes care of him. He's just…amazing in so many ways that I can't define. I shouldn't get my hopes up.

No one ever loves the onigri.

Hatori's POV

Shigure teases me about loving Tohru, and I deny it, but I know it's true. I do love Tohru. I haven't felt this way about anyone since Kana. It's wrong to love someone so much younger than me, but I can't help it. She's so sweet, so innocent. She's never once turned any of us away. I can see why everyone cares for her so much. Tohru's always so selfless. She never puts herself before anything. Even cooking comes before her. It's amazing that, despite all she's been through, she's still so happy, helpful. She's perfect in every way possible.

It always makes me smile when a blush creeps across her face. Just the slightest thing can set it off. When Tohru talks, she always brightens the room. Her mere presence is enough to lighten the mood. She's never afraid to be herself. She's never afraid of losing her memory. The fact that she would give up her memory to stay friends with any of us is just so…astounding. She's done so much for this family. She doesn't love me, though. I know she doesn't.

Who wants a frozen heart?

Regular POV

"Stay for dinner, won't you?" Shigure begged Hatori. Tohru stopped just outside the room, waiting for Hatori's response.

"I don't know, I don't want to inconvenience Tohru by making her work harder," Hatori answered. Tohru walked in after he had given his answer.

"Hatori, would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked, pretending that she hadn't heard the conversation just before.

"If you're sure it won't be too bothersome, I guess I will," Hatori agreed. He smiled at Tohru, and she smiled back, blushing. Shigure watched them thoughtfully. Maybe he and Ayame could figure something out to do with the two of them… Out loud, he said,

"Oh, sure, you agree for Tohru." Tohru's blush deepened, and even Hatori turned a faint pink.

"Don't be stupid, Shigure," Hatori said. Tohru slipped out of the room before anyone could say something to her. Walking into the kitchen, she let out a confused sigh. Since when did Hatori blush? And why did he agree for her? Maybe…no, don't bother thinking it, Tohru, she thought to herself. She tried to keep her mind off of it, but it kept nagging at her,

Maybe he loves me? Oh, I'm so stupid! Stop thinking like that, Tohru! He can't love you! He-

"Miss Honda?" Yuki asked, ripping her out of her thoughts. "I'm not going to be here for dinner. Something's come up at the school and I need to take care of it. Are you okay?" he asked anxiously. "You look a little fevered."

"Eh? Oh, no, not fevered! Just the remnants of a blush!" Tohru smiled. "Don't worry. Have fun at school…well, the school-related thing, I guess. Be careful!" Yuki smiled slightly. He waved and then left. Tohru turned back to the stove. When she was satisfied that everything was taken care of, she walked out to where Shigure and Hatori were sitting. "Um, are you done with your dishes? I'll take them for you." Shigure smiled.

"Ah! You're always so good to us!" he sighed happily. Blushing. Tohru grabbed his plate and cup. "But you blush so easily!" Her blush deepened, much to Shigure and Hatori's amusement.

"Are you done, Hatori?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Mm? Oh, yes, thank you. Would you like some help?" he asked, watching her struggle with everything.

"Oh, no, I couldn't ask Hatori to-," she began anxiously. In one fluid motion, Hatori rose and took half of the dishes.

"Really," he smiled, "I don't mind." She smiled at him shyly.

"Thanks," she whispered. Shigure opened his mouth to say something, and then changed his mind. Hatori and Tohru walked to the kitchen. They both went to open the door, and their hands brushed up against each other's. They both pulled back immediately, hands tingling. Hatori pulled the door open and let Tohru go first. Without looking at Shigure, he closed the door.

"I'll dry," he offered. Tohru opened her mouth to protest, but Hatori held up a hand. "Honestly, I insist. You deserve it." They began to wash the dishes. Each time she handed him a dish, their hands would brush up against each other's. Each time, they would feel a shock go through their hands.

Stop thinking this way, idiot. Technically she is still considered a minor. This is wrong! Hatori thought to himself.

Oh, I love it when our hands brush. Oh! But I can't think this way! It's impossible for him to love me, she spazzed out. "Ow!" she cried out. "How did I manage to stab myself?" She was talking to herself, but Hatori spoke anyways.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Tohru's eyes widened.

"Oh, no, I'm fine! Really! It's just a little cut! Really!" Her attempt to fool Hatori was unsuccessful.

"Let me see your hand," he commanded, holding out his own. Hesitantly, and somewhat reluctantly, she let him take her hand. His firm grip sent butterflies through her stomach. "How sharp was that knife?" he asked curiously.

"Pretty sharp," she admitted. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to take care of me."

"No problem to me." Hatori looked at their hands. Her small one was lost in his wide grip. Blood gently oozed from a long cut on her index finger. "Come one, let's get that cut taken care of."

A/N: This is my first Fruits Basket story (and depending on how many people like it, possibly my last.) I absolutely love Hatori and Tohru together, and alas, I have written a story for them. Enjoy! R&R welcome!