Endless Rain

[Disclaimer: I don't own the characters mentioned nor do I own the anime/manga Fruits Basket]

[Author's Note: No Yaoi involved...strickly hetro.]



ENDLESS RAIN
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The rain storm hit unexpectedly as Tohru rushed toward home; the last thing she needed was another fever. Iuldnuldn't help her at all when she had to sit through classes, work afterward and then take care of the honke along with the trio who lived there.
With each step she took, her vision became blurred. She furiously wiped away the rain from her eyes, but it didn't help at all; she hadn't been feeling well the past few days, but she refused to let anyone or anything keep her down--it was just a little cold that normally passed as quickly as it came...this one however, was linering--it had been all week.

Spying Tohru rushing down the long tree-lined road leading from the main house, Hatori ran toward her. He became concerned as he noticed her stumble every now and then.
He had polietly excused himself as he finished visiting one of the outside Sohma's on one of his seldom house calls, when he had seen Tohru dash past a window and faulter in her step.
"Tohru, what on earth are you doing here and out in this rain?"

With heavy lidded eyes, Tohru tried to look at the dn, bn, but it seemed too much of an effort.
"I had to see you," she managed to get out, her voice barely a whisper.

Noticing the sparkle that was usually in Tohru's eyes had vanished, Hatori found his concern turned to alarm. "Are you sick? Damnit Tohru why didn't you come see me beforehand?"

"It's...just...a...little...cold..."
She collapsed into the dragon's strong arms.

Thankful the Onigiri had missed tranforming him, Hatori gently scooped her up and dashed toward his h.
H.
He had to get her out of the rain and out of her wet clothes.
He groaned at the thought of stripping the wet school uniform from the petite girl in his arms. He had had his fair share of erotic fantasies about her, but never in all his WILDEST fantasies, had he thought the vision in his dreams would actully be unconscious in his arms--and in the thin navy material of her school uniform that was plastered to her body. He could make out her well formed breasts, her erect nipples from the coldness of the rain and every curve her body allowed him to see.
'Damnit, Shigure WAS right--high school girls are something else in their school uniform...'
He cursed himself as he realised he was agreeing with Shigure--he wasn't a pervert like his cousin, but he still couldn't ignore the fact that with Tohru's wet hair and uniform, she looked ripe and ready for the tasting.

Feeling a throb in his groin, Hatori knew his body was beginning to react te sle slender frame in his arms and his sexual thoughts.
He picked up the pace.

Upon entering his honke, Hatori glanced around, looking for ANYTHING to replace Tohru's wet clothes.
There wasn't anything warm enough, but a blanket.
Withstanding the urge to warm her through his pure body heat, he made the difficult decision to go see Akito and borrow one of his kiminos to clothe Tohru.

Braving the rain once more, Hatori wove in and out through bushes, trees and zen gar unt until he was on the small path that lead up to Akito's.
Taking a deep breath Hatori found himself feeling weak from all the running he had done in the past five minutes and being left in a state of need, without the innocent high school girl doing anything but fainting in his arms.
Panting, he slid open the traditional rice-paper door and slipped in.

Finding Akito laying on the floor in the doorway leading out to his own zen garden, Hatori knelt in the middle of the large room.
"Forgive me Akito, but I have come on an urgent matter." He paused, waiting for some slight movement from the Diet sho show he was listening...none came. Frowning, Hatori pushed on. "Tohru was caught in the rain and became gravely ill, I was hoping she could borrow one of your kimonos to wear for the time being. I don't want her to take a turn for the worse."

"I was wondering how long it would be until you came to ask me that favour. I saw from my window how she fainted and you carried her through the rain to your honke. I'm surprised you're not trying any physical treatments to keep her warm, but instead you're here pleading with me to borrow one of my kimonos."
His voice was lucid as he threw a glance over his shoulder and gave a sly smile.

Hatori narrowed his dragon eyes. "I'm not that kind of man."

"Pitty..." The Diety sat up and bent a knee, drapping an arm on it. "I could see in her eyes she wasn't feeling very well, even though she refused to admit it. I was the one who sent her to see you. Now she's tucked away, left unconscious and you're here talking to me."

Hatori didn't have to ask why Tohru had came to see Akito, ever since she stood up to him and pleaded to keep her memories, she had visited him every day. She always insisted to everyone it was only to cheer him up and help him around the large house and everyone seemed to believe her. Her voice always seemed to lace with joy she she spoke of how much he had changed since he realised to live for life and not to await death.

"Very well, take the short blue one--you know where they're kept." Waving the dragon off with a dismissal, Akito turned his attention to the white canary hopping along in his zen garden.

Rising to his feet, Hatori polietly bowed and headed toward Akito's bedroom.

* * * *

"Tohru?" Hatori spoke her name barely above a whisper as he gently shook her, trying to stir her.
Having no response from her, he gave a grim look and sighed.
'Well, I've no choice but to get her out of those wet clothes.' He swallowed hard at the very thought of seeing Tohru in nothing but her underwear--especially when she wasn't aware of it!
'It's a good thing I'm a doctor...I should be use to this type of thing...so why the hell am I giving myself such a hard time over it?'

"Haven't you stripped her yet? Or do you want to savour her innocence before you tear her clothing from her
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Startled, Hatori turned around to find Akito casually leanon ton the bedroom door frame.
He gritted his teeth.
"No. I was just contemplating how to change her clothing without disturbing her."

Slinking his way to the dragon, the Diety narrowed his eyes as he gave a sly grin.
"Strip her. Tear her clothes off for all I care, it doesn't look like she's goin sti stir anytime soon."glanglanced at the unconscious Onigiri laying on top of the bedcovers. "act.act...you can do anything you want to her...don't tell me it's not crossed your mind."

Hatori closed his eyes and looked away from Akito. He couldn't tell him that it actually HAD crossed his mind when he was carrying her back to his place, so he did the one thing he could say: a complete lie.
"No. I've already told you, I'm not that type of man."

Akito gave a small 'hmph' sound as he stepped passed the man between him and Tohru.
"So you mean to say, that you've not given into the temptation just to touch her. The way her wet clothes are clinging to her body, it'd arouse any hot blooded man..." He threw a glance over his shoulder to the dragon. "But thgaingain, you're as cold as snow."

Turning his attention back to Tohru, he extended a slender hand and ran his fingers down the length of her throat until he found a gentle swell of a breast.
He tweaked at a peaked nipple, then ran the pad of a thumb over it--toying with it to become harder--making it strain against her wet school uniform top, clng tng tightly to her chest, revealing the shape of her well formed breasts.
"It's strange how a girl in a school uniform can look so innocent..."
Turning back to Hatori, he smiled a wicked smile. "Strip her. Get her out of those wet clothes and clothe her in the kimono."

Startled by the Diety's sudden concern for Tohru, Hatori nearly fainted. Never in his life had he known Akito to show any flicker of emotion, much less spany any words of kindness.
Shaking the thought out of his mind, Hatori nodded as he stepped forward.
"Forgive me Tohru," He murmured in her ear as he brushed her wet hair out of the way. "I have to get you out of your wet clothes."

Treating her as if she was china-doll; Hatori carefully sat her up and eased her top off--only to gulp at the discovery she was NOT wearing a bra--he closed his eyes as he tried to control himself.
He had to will himself not to touch.

Layher her back down, he found the zipper of her skirt carefully hidden on the side of her short skirt and tugged it down bit by bit, making sure she suddenly didn't stir.
'Damnit, why did she have to wear those of all days?!' He silently hissed to himself as he took in the sight of her white lace panties.
His hardness responded, sending a signal to his brain to remove them too; he refused the temptation as he kept his eyes on Tohru's face--but the sight of her breasts grabbed his attention time and time again.
Groaning he tore his eyes away and moved his attention to working off her socks and shoes.

Reaching for the kimono, Hatori quickly--but gently--threaded Tohru's arms through the sleeves and tied the sash, hiding all temptation.
Satisfied, he stepped back and looked at Akito. "I think we should leave her alone now."

"Her panties..."

"What about them?"

"Take them off too."

"You have GOT to be kidding me."

"They're soaked...take them off."

Bewildered, Hatori glared at the thin man standing in front of him.
"They're just a little damp, they're perfectly fine for her to wear."

"Are they?"
Once again stepping up to the bed, Akito knelt over the sing ing school girl and slid a slender hand up one of her legs until it reached her inner thigh.
He caressed a fingertip over her core, stroking it like a painter applying paint to an untouched canvas.
In one quick fluid movement, he pushed one finger against the lacey material until it went into her. He moved his finger back and forth then side to side until he could push another finger into her as he kept watched for any sign of Tohru stirring.

Narrowing his eyes, Hatori groaned as the rumbling sound of the dragon within him stirred. It was something strangely arousing to see the Diety touch the sleeping Onigiri.
He clenched his hands into fists. If Akito kept up the show, he'd have to take care of business several times before he had a chance to get near Tohru.

Feeling the slight dampness between her legs grow wetter with each movement of his fingers, Akito began to quicken his movements in a rough manner.
Even through the material, he could feel the flow of her cum and his body react to her.
She was about to explode and he was on the verge of needing to relieve himself in one form or another.
Forcing himself to stop as his member began to strain against the tnestness of his black pants, he turned to dragon.
"They feel rather soaked to me." He gave a sly smile. "Feel for yourself."

Swallowing hard, Hatori gave into the temptation and stepped up to the bed; sitting next to the passed out girl, he reached out and slid a hand from the valley between Tohru's breasts then over her tummy. Lingering at the small triangle between her legs, he sucked in a deep breath as he dared himself to feel just how wet the girl was.
Slipping his hand further down, his breath left him in one quick rush, he couldn't believe Akito could get Tohru so moist in such a short time.

Moving his hands to her hips, Hatori slipped the scrap of material from Tohru.
He needed to touch her flesh.
Akito had been right, he was a fool for not taking advantage of the situation...but he still knew it was wrong.
The dragon in him didn't care, the beast needed to have its insatiable appetite for the Onigiri quenched; easily dipping two fingers into her, Hatori moved them within her as the pad of his gently thumb rubbed against her clit.
He gave a small groan as his manhood throbbed and strained against the material of his light coloured slacks.
He had to have her.

With a small moan, Tohru began to stir as she slid over the bedcovers of Hatori's bed. As she moved, she became aware that felt something was wrong--yet felt so right.
She could feel a silky material move against her smooth upper-thighs and someone touching her.
Startled, she gasped as she sat up; realising she was in Hatori's bedroom and that he was the one touching her.

Feeling ashamed of his actions, Hatori quickly snatched his hand away, telling himself it was wrong, he should have known better. It was wrong to take advantage of her.

Whimpering, Tohru crawled forward until she was straddled on the dragon's lap. She rubbed herself against his arousal and was rewarded with a groan.
When he made no move to resume his previous actions, sheckedcked his hand from where it rested next to her and guided his fingers back inside her.

Surprise flickered in Hatori's eyes. "Don't..." He began as he struggled for breath. "Not unless you want me to..."

Looking past Hatori, Tohru noticed the Diety standing just a few metres away with the look of approval on his face.
Arching a brow, shrnedrned her attentioned back to the man she was sitting on and kissed him as she thrust her hips forward, demanding to be touched.
"Please," she whispered as she wriggled.

Hatori groaned.

Akito smirked.
His plan was running smoothly.

Over-powered by the intoxicating Onigiri, the dragon gently moved Tohru from his lap then positioned her on her hand and knees.
"It looks like we're both in need of a little relief then..."

Biting on her lower lip, Tohru could only nod as she kept her eyes trained on Akito.
She wasn't quite sure why he was in the room, but right now she didn't care. She just needed a release from the pent up sexual desire bubbling to boiling point within her.
Someone had started it and she knew it had to be finished--NOW!

Sliding up the silky material of the kimono, Hatori caressed the curve of her derriere with one hand as he undid his pants with his free hand.
Pushing down his pants, he guided his harded member deep within the depths of the school girl.
With one hard thrust, Hatori expected Tohru to gasp out in pleasurable pain from his entrence into her, but only a gasp of startlement answered his sudden movement.
He paused in disbelief--Tohru was NOT a virgin.
"Tohru?!"

Wetting her lips, Tohru let her nails bite into the bedcovers. She didn't know HOW she was going to get out of explaining the situation to Hatori.
'Akito. Is this what you're here for? To watch...or do you want this too?'
She couldn't believe Hatori was within her, but her thoughts were for Akito.
Watching the Diety slither over to ted, ed, she felt her heart pound faster. Images of her having both the dragon and the Diety flooded her mind; just the very notion quaked her body until she let out a sharp gasp.

Akito's steady dark stare locked with the dragon's. A smug smile tugged at his thin lips.
"Did you honestly think she only comes to visit me just to talk? Sure she cums here often--but not in that way...more like in VERY different ways, I've lost count with how many different ways she's been with me." His voice laced with mockery.
Unzipping his pants, he reached in and released himself. Pressing himself up against Tohru, he rubbed the tip of his member against her lips. "She knows what she likes and she's always willing to try new things...isn't that right you Tohru?"
His long slender fingers wove into her hair as he pulled her down, thrusting himself into her mouth as she moaned with pleasure.

Bewildered, Hatori made a movement to withdraw, but Tohru pushed herself against him. She didn't want the sensation of having the dragon in her to end so suddenly--not after it had just began.
He felt betrayed and frustrated.
'I'll just have to take it all out on HER!'
Thrusting hard and deep, Hatori began to move within her. "So this is what you like Tohru?"

Tears of pleasure streamed down her face as Tohru gave a muffled cry and tried to nod--she found it hard to make any movement with Akito's manhood within her mouth and the Diety holding her firmly in place.

Reaching around her, he found her clit and poked at it with a finger and rubbed. "And what about this?"

Again she tried to nod.

Pumping faster and faster within her, Hatori moved his finger in time with each thrust until he felt her inner-walls clamp down around him ready to release her first orgasm for the night.

With each little moan and gasp the school girl let slip, Akito's grip tightened. The vibrations she sent through his manhood excited him.
He thrust into her mouth faster and pushed against the back of her thoat.
He was on the verge of release.

Eyeing the gape of her kimono, the Diety slid one hand through the folds of the material until he could easily cup one full well-rounded breast.
Kneading it, he played with the nipple between a thumb and finger then switched to her other breast and did the same before repeating it again.

With each tweak of her nipples, Tohru gave a small yelp in pleasure only to have it heighten in explosion of her orgasm.
It ripped through her body before she could fight for control on it.

"My turn!" Akito demanded as Hatori withdrew from the school girl.
Lowering himself down onto the bed, he positioned Tohru just above his member, with her back to him, he brought her down hard and fast, making her gasp.

With her swi switched on automatic from exhaution, Tohru snaked an arm around Akito's neck as she held out a hand to Hatori.

Taking her hand, the dragon let her pull him closer and push him down until he was level with her breasts. Acknowledging her hint, he pushed aside the gentle folds of the silken material of her kimono and suckled on one of her nipples whilst he kneaded her other breast until it was almost bruised from the sweet torture.

Moaning, Tohru slid a hand down Hatori untie fee felt his still prompt hardness. She lightly stroked her fingers against him before clamping a hand around the base.
She NEEDED more.

Groaning, the dragon closed his eyes as he let the petite girl jack him off in time with the Diety pumping into her.
Not long into her playful antics, Hatori sucked in a deep breath as he reached down. He found the courage to clamp a hand around the Onigiri's wrist and extracted her hand.
He was on the brink of losing control. He knew if he let her continue jacking him off, he'd be cumming over her.
He didn't want that.

"...'Tori."
The simple shortened version of his name slipped from her lips in a pouted protest.

Shaking his head, Hatori took a step back. "No Tohru."
He clenched his teeth. Just denying her was pure torture on his own body, he needed to be satisfied just as much as she did, but he had another idea in mind.
Dropping to his knees, he wedged himself in between the girl's legs and leaned in--kissing her from the base of her throat to her lips and back down again--stopping when he reached her lips again.
Probing the parting of her lips with the tip of his tongue, he silently demanded for her to let him deepen the kiss.

Parting her lips, Tohru gladly let Hatori's tongue plunge into her the warm depths of her mouth.
As her tongue tangoed with the dragon's, she began to move a hand downward--back to its previous position--only to have it slapped away."I s"I said no," Hatori growled in a husky voice as he broke the kiss.

"But 'Tori--" Tohru began in protest.

Snatching one of Hatori's wrists, Akito gave the dragon a steady cold stare. "Hatori..."

Green eyes clashed with dark ones.
Hatori swallowed hard. He STILL couldn't believe the girl he had always thought of being as innocent as a flower had deceived him all this time--she was Akito's toy--even now.
It sickened him, yet strangely excited him.

"Can't you tell she wants you?" Akito went on, sliding a thin pale hand from Tohru's bruised kissed lips, to where they connected. "Even now she's thinking of you--she's ALWAYS wanted you, but you've always been too busy for her." He flicked the tip of his tongue out at her left ear. "So, she looked to me for sexual relief. Isn't that right Tohru?"

Compelled to answer, the chestnut haired girl nodded.
Right then and there, she felt like she was nothing but a whore--Akito was passing her off to Hatori, but she didn't care. It WAS true. She had only wanted Hatori, but he had always been too busy for her or ted hed her as a child.
It was Akito who had been there for her, who didn't care if he took her innocence. He had been all too willing to let her seduce him.
Now she didn't know who she REALLY wanted...the Diety who could hold her without the fear of transforming into a Zodiac form and make her FEEL like a woman, or the dragon who held so much respect for her, she viewed him with such admiration that she had wanted him to notice she was a young woman with needs and desires.
'So who am I in love with?' She asked herself as she lowered her lashes in shame. She was involved in a three-way sexual act and all she could think of was who she really wanted. She couldn't even answer that.

"But..." She spoke up. "I also want you Akito." She threw a glance over her shoulder and smiled. "I can't decide who I want more..."

"Well," Hatori began as he rose to his feet and zipped up his pants. "We'll just have to help you decide." He turned away from them and plucked a white orchid from its place in a nearby vase.
As he turned back to the couple on his bed, he grinned. "Excuse me Akito, I realise you probably haven't finished with Tohru, but I'd like to do something if you don't mind."

Arching a brow, Akito looked at Hatori. "The dragon has awakened," he laughed as he moved Tohru from his lap. "I must admit, I'm curious to see what you're going to do with that orchid."

Tohru held her breath. Something was telling her Hatori wasn't going to just give her the flower.

Picking up the delicate girl, Hatori grinned as he began to set his plan in motion.
"I'll just be kidnapping you for a while," he informed Tohru as he strode out the bedroom.

"I've never known the dragon to be so bold--not even with Kana--are you going to put this damsel in distress?" Akito observed in a small voice as he rose from the bed and zipped up his pants. He knew it was a bold move to mention Hatori's ex-lover's name at such a time, but he didn't care. He had always been straight forward with his off-hand remarks.

Throwing a glare over his shoulder, Hatori let himself grin.
"Something like that."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Akito followed. "This should be interesting."

In his office, Hatori set Tohru down onto a chair and extracted the sash from around her kimono, followed by the tie from around his own neck.
He used the sash to blind-fold her and the tie to tie her handind ind the chair.
Glancing around, he spotted two more discarded ties drapped on a coat rack.
Grinning he snatched them up and quickly tied Tohru's ankles to the chair legs.

"I never thought you had it in you," Akito mused as he watched Hatori finish tying off the knots. "Though I am curious what you're going to with the flower."

Dropping to his knees in front of the restrained girl, Hatori grinned. "I'm going to show you how to really appreciate a woman's body."

Taking the orchid, Hatori ran it over the length of her still damp chestnut hair then down her arms before retracing the movement.
He ran it over the blindfold, the bridge of her nose and her lips.
He kissed her as he moved the orchid down her throat and circled her breasts with it.

Moaning into the kiss, Tohru felt little shudders rip through her body and tingling sensations start where the flower had lightly touched her skin.
She wanted more.

Breaking the kiss, Hatori flicked his tongue at her upper-lip then trailed his tongue down her throat to the hollow of her throat. He gave her a tiny kiss.

She whimpered.

He smiled and moved the flower lower, slowly inch by inch, he dragged it in all directions across her abdomen then finally he brushed it over her heated core.

Gasping, Tohru tried to flinch, but being bound to the chair she was unable to do anything but stay in one place and take Hatori's pleasurable torture.
"Tori please...stop...I can't take"
"

Chuckling, Hatori kept moving the flower, spinning it so each petal had its turn with flicking at her clit and then using the orchid like a paintbrush, moving it up and down against her centre.
He was enjoying giving her the torture.
He couldn't tell which he enjoyed more, watching her squirm from the torture or knowing he was bringing her such pleasure she was finding it unbearable.

From where Akito stood, he ran a hand over his length and smirked. He was enjoying watching the show Hatori was putting on for him. It was true, he never knew the dragon had such hidden talents when it came to pleasuring the opposite sex.
He was beginning to feel rather left out, but he didn't want to put a stop to show...not just yet.
Rubbing himself, he unzipped his pants and freed himself, deciding he'd have to take care of business his own way.

Setting the flower down onto the ground, Hatori leaned in and lapped at the pre-cum dripping from Tohru. He revelled in the fact that he alone had brought the Onigiri into such a state of wanting, that her body had reacted to his playfulness and not to Akito.
'Damn you Akito,' his mind hissed. 'Why did you have to touch her first?'
Silently growling at himself for thinking things at such a time and for not seeing Tohu's state of need before Akito had, Hatori decided to concerntrate on finishing his torture on the restrained girl sitting before him.
Dipping his tongue into her opening, he probed and licked then moved his attention to her clit, playing at it with his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her and moved them within her.
She was over-heatand and ready to peak.

Pulling out his fingers, he put them against Tohru's lips and watched as the tip of her tongue darted out and lapped at the clear sticky liquid on them then sucked in his fingers.
"Uh-uh. Don't be so greedy..." Extracting his fingers, he lightly brushed the tip of his fingers over the length of her body until he came to cor core and slid them back in, moving them in and out faster with each time he pumped into her.

Fingers bit down into his right shoulder.
Glancing up, Hatori noticed Akito hovering over them.
The Diety wore a look of hunger.

The next g Tog Tohru knew, she was untied and being made to stand.
Still blind-folded, she was pushed up against a wall.
She felt hands push the kimono from her body, letting it form a puddle of blue silken material on the floor as she was lifted up.
A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she felt the coldness of the wall and her heated core being penetrated.

She closed her eyes behind the blind-fold, trying to imagine it was Hatori who had roughly taken her against the wall and was finishing what Akito had left unfinished back in the bedroom, but the image wouldn't come. Her mind kept showing her Akito, having her in one position after another without showing her any mercy.
Again she wondered who she wanted more.

Kissing her ripe over-kissed lips, Akito removed the blind-fold from Tohru, wanting to see her deep aqua eyes.
He was surprised to see she had them closed.
"Tohru..." He whispered to her. "I'm about to..."

At the sound of Akito's voice, Tohru's eyes flew open.
Her aqua eyes met dark ones.
"Akito..." She managed to breathe out as an orgasm grabbed hold of her body at the same time she felt the Diety explode within her.

'Then it's true...' Tohru's mind thew at her. 'My body does know Akito; for my imagination to show me Akito making love to me and not Hatori, I guess I either wanted it or I'm like Hana.'
She almost laughed at the thought.

Emptying himself into the Onigiri, the Diety pulled out of her and let her slip to the floor. He had never had her so quick or been so forceful before, but the dragon had sent him into a frenzy of needing the pleasure only the Onigiri could finish.
With a smile, he zipped up his pants and turned; his steady stare now cold and mocking. "It's been fun."
Jamming his hands in his pockets, he pushed past Hatori and exited the office.

Staring after him, Hatori could tell Akito had reverted back to the cold, empty man he had came to know. For a moment, he had been given a glimpse of the Diety no Sohma had ever seen--a man with emotion and an appetite for sex.
For the first time that night he realised it was because of Tohru, she had been the one who made Akito show that side of him.
He had been wrong to act selfish...

Glancing from Hatori to the empty doorway then back at Hatori, Tohru clutched at the material on the floor. She knew not to question Akito's change of mood. She was use to it.
"I uh...better go. Shigure and the others are probably wondering where I've gotten to. I told them I was going to visit you because of my cold..." Suddenly realising both Akito and Hatori had gotten close to her, she clamped a hand over her mouth and widened her eyes. "Oh no," she muttered behind her hand.

"What's the matter?" Hatori asked, looking at Tohru with concern.

Lowering her hand, she blushed. "I've got a cold and now both you and Akito could come down with it because of...because of..."
Laughing, Hatori found it hard to supress a smile. "Don't worry about it, I'll keep an eye on Akito and I'll try not to come down with your cold...as for you." He stepped closer. "I recommend you get plenty of bed rest." He ran a hand through his hair. "Now, would you like to call Shigure or should I?"FlusFlushing from the hidden meaning to Hatori's words, Tohru slipped into the kimono. "I think you should." She glanced out the window. "Even though it's still raining, I think I should go up the main house and find a room to rest in." She lowered her lashes. "Thankyou Tori."

Rolling his eyes, Hatori took a step forward. "Go to Akito...I'll find you after I call Shigure."

Shock swept through Tohru. 'Is he serious?!'

Noticing her shock, he gave a small laugh. "After all, I don't think you've decided whu wau want more. Akito or...me."

"You know Tori...I don't think I ever will decide."
With that, she dashed out into the rain.