Here it is! The final chapter! Momiji makes an appearance because I felt like it! And thanks again to my wonderful reviewers! *passes you cookies*
Disclaimer: Never owned Fruits Basket, never will
My phone was ringing off the hook for practically the entire afternoon. Every single time, the call display read Sohma, Ayame. I didn't pick up the phone, even though I was longing to. I would have loved to hear his voice, but that would have meant listening to explanations and empty apologies. I wasn't ready to face that yet.
After a while, the phone calls subsided. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. I sunk into the chair at my desk to sort through some medical records. I noticed Ayame was due for his physical examination soon. Wonderful. Wonder how he'll react when I tell him to take his shirt off.
Suddenly, Momiji burst into my office holding his arm, which was bleeding badly.
"Ha'ri! My arm is bleeding! Make it stop!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. I smiled despite myself and the situation, because even though Momiji now (finally) looked his age at 17, his childish personality still shone through.
"Okay, calm down Momiji, come with me." I led him into the examination room where I washed, disinfected and bandaged his cut. I inspected his wound closely. It looked suspiciously like a knife wound.
"Momiji, how did you get that cut?" I asked. Momiji wasn't depressed enough to cut himself on purpose and nobody I knew was stupid or cruel enough to inflict that sort of injury on him.
"Oh yeah! I was trying to teach Yuki to cook, but when we were chopping vegetables, we sort of had a little accident..." he grinned sheepishly at me. I looked at him funny.
"You were trying to teach... Yuki... to cook? I asked incredulously. He nodded. I smiled at him. "Good luck with that," I told him, once again sinking back into my chair.
"Thanks!" He laughed. As he turned to leave, I let out a sigh. I must have involuntarily looked downcast, because Momiji suddenly turned around and leaned in to inspect my face.
"Ha'ri? What's wrong? Did something happen? With Ayame maybe?" he asked, looking worried.
"How did-" but I let my question drop. At that point, it didn't really matter how he'd found out.
"I'm more observant than you think," Momiji answered, giving me a wink. I sighed again.
"Thank you for your concern, Momiji, but I can handle myself. Anyway, you'd better get back to Yuki, before he burns the kitchen down." As soon as I reminded him about Yuki, his eyes widened.
"Oh no! I almost forgot!" he yelled. "Bye Ha'ri! Feel better!" he gave me a quick hug before sprinting out of my office. I closed the door after him, but as soon as I did that, I heard a crash and Momiji squeaked out, "Ayame!"
Oh, God, he was here. My office door swung open and I stumbled backwards. In the door stood Ayame, his hair messy and eyes wild-or were they red from crying? I held his gaze for a heartbeat until he looked away. Suddenly, he exploded forward and held his face inches from mine.
"Do you love me?" he asked abruptly. I didn't meet his eyes.
"Yes. Now get off me," I replied quietly, shoving him away. I could already feel tears pooling in my eyes. Why was he putting me through this again?
"Ayame, why are you here? What is it you want?" I asked in my coldest voice and crossed the room to sit down. Ayame didn't answer my question, instead he bolted after me and put a hand on either side of my head, pinning me to the chair.
"Ask me to kiss you," he ordered.
"Excuse me? Ayame, you-"
"Just say it!" he interrupted, his voice an octave higher. That was the tone he always used right before he would start bawling.
"Why should I?" I asked.
"Because!" A tear slid down his cheek. "My crazy ideas always get me into trouble. If you say it that means it's okay!" Yep, he was bawling now.
"Okay... Ayame, kiss me..." I said, now rather confused. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Now it was my turn to turn into a statue, frozen. I was so confused my head spun. Was Ayame kissing me on his own accord or because I'd asked him to? Why did he need confirmation on the fact that I loved him? And why the hell was he crying now?
Ayame pulled away and wiped at his tears. His golden eyes bore into mine.
"I love you too, Tori-san," he whispered. I stared at him blankly. What did he just say?
"Then why did you act like you did when I told you at your shop?" I asked. He blushed.
"I was kind of really surprised that you loved me back," he explained quietly. "I must have gone into shock or something." I laughed at that. It took a lot to shock Ayame Sohma.
He started to get up, but I didn't let him and pulled him into a hug. I could almost feel my heart piecing back together for the first time since Kana.
"I love you... Aaya." I murmured.
And this time, when our lips connected, I think we both got the reactions we were looking for. I threaded my fingers through Ayame's silky hair, while he caressed my face. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission. I granted him it, immediately opening my mouth. When we broke apart, gasping for air, I noticed Ayame was crying again.
"Ayame, what's wrong?" I asked gently, stroking his soft hair.
"Nothing. I'm just happy." He smiled through his tears.
"Me too," I said, pecking him on the cheek. I was the happiest I'd been in years.
Hatori Sohma was also not a lot of things. He wasn't unhappy, he wasn't heartbroken and he certainly was not in pain anymore. His best friend was now more than a best friend and not a source of pain and suffering. Instead, said best friend was now the ultimate source of happiness for Hatori. His name was Ayame Sohma.
Well? What did you think! Now I need some new ideas. Anyone care to suggest some, and not necessarily from Fruits Basket?
Please review! *leaves cookies out to lure in lurkers*