It took weeks of convincing; after Tohru's friends had gone to see the newest movie in theaters and raved about it, it was no wonder that Tohru would want to go see it as well. Truth be told, Hatori felt guilty about his reluctance in going to see it; he didn't want to hold her back from going to do the things her friends Hana and Uo were doing. Besides, Tohru convinced Hatori it might give them a few new ideas to try.

Fifty Shades of Grey. Just the name made Hatori shudder.

Having to work up the courage to go and order the tickets was hard enough on his fragile little heart, but he was a trooper for Tohru. Thankfully, he'd taken the day off so he could take her, so it was nearly empty at 2 PM on a week day. Wandering into the theater behind his wife, Hatori let her pick the seats. He just carried the popcorn and drinks for them, grumbling quietly to himself that his wife was more or less dragging him out in public to see porn.

Hatori somehow made it through the movie- not without him squirming in his seat, groaning, and covering his eyes the entire time. It was complete and utter torture for him- and not in the good, BDSM way. Hatori hated it. He was miserable, and couldn't bolt out of that theater quick enough once it was over.

"That was awful," Hatori murmured to Tohru, leading her out to their car. "By far, that was the worst piece of cinematic vomit I have ever seen. No woman should ever have to deal with abuse of that sort."

Sitting down in the driver's seat, Hatori neglected to ask Tohru what she thought of film, he instead prattled on about his own feelings. "I do not understand, if you love someone, you shouldn't want to cause them pain. BDSM makes no sense to me, torture of that kind isn't a turn on, it's a turn off. Seeing you in pain feels like a knife is twisting into my chest, it is atrocious and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I cannot imagine why he would claim to love her, but still want to make her cry, and bruise her body. That is… That is abuse. Plain and simple."

Hatori groaned. "And the contract. If you need a contract to enter into a relationship- same for a prenup- that just implies you're betting on the relationship to fail from the beginning. I would never monitor your eating habits, unless I were to notice that you'd stopped eating. He's telling her when to eat, when to sleep, how to dress… He wants a pet, not a partner. Giving her restrictions on what her body should look like… Obviously, he doesn't love her for her heart. I couldn't care less what you look like, Tohru, it's your mind that I fell in love with. I cannot believe a movie like that- and three books- actually exist for young minds to latch onto and set as an ideal. That movie set the worst example I have ever seen for relationships. Honestly, it made me sick."

Glancing over at her, Hatori sighed and realized he'd just gone on tangent. Reaching over, he gently took her hand in his and laced their fingers together. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I should've suspended my disbelief, but all I could imagine the entire time was if we were in their situations, and I could never… Could never treat you in that manner. I didn't like it, Tohru, the movie upset me."

Perhaps that was because it hit a little to close to home; a young girl, falling for a much older, wealthy guy with a dark past… No, they were definitely nothing like Anastasia and Christian Grey, Hatori would make sure of that.