Don't you remember

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Chapter Three - The Return of the Girl


"Hatori, you have some explaining to do?" Kyo growled at the older man

"Since you were indisposed, I was making sure your girlfriend was kept well. If I had not, I suspect that she would be dead right now" Hatori responded, with Ayame nodding. He knew mostly what was going on, and as carefree as he was, he knew that Yuki did not love this woman, but she had been severely wronged by this family and if he could help him make it right, so be it. Besides, if it got his brother to yell at him, that was all the thanks he would ever need. Yuki had been staying with him and Mine, since Akito died, but before then he had been with Hatori. Hatori had checked Yuki, and technically there was nothing wrong with him, but the day she died, he died with her. However, he had not seen Natasha. Only the boys, and Hatori had been the only ones to see her. Even her own best friend, Momiji, had been kept from her.

Surprisingly, Momiji was the least traumatized by everything. Granted he lost his mother figure in Tohru, but at that point, he had his sister Momo and his father, who had finally come to terms with everything. His mother had not, but he was okay with it. He had been in London, with the London Philharmonic, as his natural gift of the Violin came in handy. He was touring right now with them, so had not heard that Natasha was returning. When she had arrived, Momiji was the only one that could speak English fluently, after watching so many ER episodes, that he had bought, and on purpose he got them untranslated.

With his help, her transition was smooth, and she was learning Japanese at a rapid rate. 'Course, Ayame thought, after Kyo and Haru had staked a claim on her, Momiji had stopped thinking of Natasha as his own girlfriend. He had heard that he was currently dating a flutist that was part of the group. Thankfully the boys had been ignoring him, while he mused on the past history, until he heard Haru, or rather Black Haru, come out and start snarling at his darling Ha'ri

"What are you talking about Hatori." Black Haru snarled at him

"I said, that I had been pretending to be you, in order to keep in touch with your girlfriend. First by mail, and then when the Internet became more prevalent, by emails and messaging systems. You are relatively easy to fake Haru." Hatori said nonchalantly as Haru went even blacker, if that was even possible

"Why..." he snarled, Kyo himself looking like he was going to go black as well. He sardonically smiled at that, as not even Tohru could elicit this kind of devotion, or even having both these possessive and jealous boys, heeled.

"Do you know that her therapist tried to convince her that she was a bad person? Do you know that her parents are dead, and that she is completely alone now? Do you know that she hasn't dated since the accident?" he fired at them, even Ayame perked at eye at that one.

"What do you mean she hasn't dated?" Kyo snarled

"Meaning that one of you was so memorable in bed that she can't bring herself to date another person, and even I couldn't over right that. She still has no idea that she isn't a virgin. She still thinks she is." he said, starting to get angry, which was unusual for Hatori

At that both boys blushed, and Hatori perked at eye up at that. He never suspected that it had been BOTH boys, and Ayame began to giggle, in that high pitched laughter, that had always annoyed the boys

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID SNAKE!!" they both screamed together

"What we did was NONE of anyones business. But you are right, she is our mate, and that was that." Kyo said quietly, which was unusual in itself

"So she couldn't chose huh?" Ayame piped up and five seconds later found himself against a wall, wondering why he was seeing little birdies around his head. And that was his last coherent thought for a while, as he slumped to the ground knocked out for the count



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Natasha felt like there was a deep fog around her. Everything was swirls of gray and mist around her. Then she began to feel like she was falling, with a never ending ground, seemingly never in sight. Finally, just before she hit it, she stopped, and hovered, and then was gently placed down. She then saw a figure in front of her, not exactly there, but mostly solid-like. Walking slowly towards this figure she saw a girl, with brown hair and turquoise eyes.

'Hello Tash' the girl said to her

''Ru, what are you doing here?' she said back, using the pet name that Natasha had given her. After she found out that Tohru was actually a guy's name, she shortened it. Surprisingly, she never minded. Even her two best friends, began adapting to it, calling her 'Ru all the time. Course, even after Yuki had finally squirreled up the courage to ask Tohru to be his wife, he still called her "Miss Honda". It always drove Natasha nuts, but she supposed that it was just because he was such a traditionalist.

'I came because the blanket that has been covering your memories has finally been lifted. My family has encountered such hardship without me here, including my beloved. Please heal my family.' Tohru said, with big fat tears in her eyes.

'Oh 'Ru, you know I will. They are my family too. I miss you so much sister.' she said of the girl before her

'Akito did something to you, and I don't know what. She did it while you were unconscious. I think that is why I am tied to you. I can't pass over until this has been taken care of. My Yuki...he is in so much pain.' she sobbed

'I promise Tohru, I will take care of all of them.' she vowed to the spirit that was with her.

'I know you will. Besides, I know of two men that will be forever grateful that you have returned. Remember, I have been here with your thoughts. I didn't even know that was actually possible. How did the three of you get into that position?' the still very innocent Tohru asked and at that, even in deep sleep, she blushed deep red. 'The boys are coming back, you should wake up and greet them.' she said and faded, leaving Natasha in a deep fog.

'Ru, come back.' she said running after the faded figure, until there was nothing there.


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"You know that knocking Ayame out is not going to change the fact that you two did something that most normal people do." Hatori said to them, as they had been glaring at him as he had been standing in front of the door, almost in guarding it

"What we did, or will do, or have done...whatever you want to call it, is NOONE'S business." Kyo growled at the Dragon

"She is our mate, and you are preventing us from reaching her" Black Haru added, fists balled up, looking like he was going to beat up Hatori if he didn't move

"She is as MY patient, and until she has recovered, she is under MY control. Is this clear for you?" he said icily to the boys

"Get out of our way Hatori. Or we will move you ourselves." Kyo promised, his own fists clenched, and Hatori looked at the very earnest young men in front of him, and sighed. He wasn't going to win this one, and unless he could all of a sudden become a 5th level master, like the two of them, he wasn't going to survive their rage either.

"Thirty minutes boys. That's all you get. Then you will leave here, and let her get some rest." he conceded to them, and moved away from the door that led to his office bed. The boys them moved faster then he ever thought possible and within seconds of him moving, they were inside. He opened the door, and was in shock and awe all at the same time. They both were on either side of her, holding her hand and stroking her face softly. He felt slightly dirty, just watching them, as if he was intruding on pure bliss, but the look on their faces, that is exactly what they were in. In that instant, he was insanely jealous that he could never illicit that kind of devotion, and then he was humbled that even though it was his actions that took her away from them, their love for her never died. And judging from the look on their faces, it never would.

He then saw her blush profusely, and wondered what had happened, and what she had been thinking about at that present moment. Then, embarrassed to be in their presence, he saw them, lean over to her, and each of them kissed her on her cheek. Deciding that watching them was wrong, and that he felt he was intruding on something that neither space or time could ever dictate, he began to close the door. He then heard, just for a moment, a word that he had never heard before, something that could only have been from her heritage. It almost sounded like A rune, though her tongue clicked, and curled at the saying. He knew she was Irish, and her parents had been traditionalists, teaching her Gaelic, so that she would always have it, but to hear it was something else.

Then he heard Kyo, who he did not know had learned any of the language whisper to her "Tá grá agam duit" which sounded like tah grah ugum ditch. He wondered what that was. Even Haru whispered something to her, which sound like "mo mhúirnín bán" or moh vor-neen bahn. Thinking how could these boys be speaking in another language, he quietly closed the door and left the lovers to be by themselves


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Author's Note

If anyone hasn't guessed, I'm Irish and proud of it. I love my Gaelic Heritage and use the terms of endearment often, as a former boyfriend can attest to. His pet name was Acushla which mean Pulse of the Heart. The language is such a melodic language and you should all listen to it as often as you can. Some of the wonderful artists that sing in this language is Enya and Loreena McKennitt.

For today, the terms:

mo mhúirnín bán means My fair darling

and my favourite

Tá grá agam duit which means I love you.

For future other terms you will hear is

Aruné which means Darling

and of course

Acushla which means Pulse of the Heart.

To me, it has always meant Beloved.

The real Gaelic for Beloved is Grádág for female and Grádén for male