Chapter Three
Haru's condition was changing steadily for the better, his grey eyes were no longer clouded with red. His naturally pale skin had stopped being white and had started to get back a slight tinge to it. He didn't look like he was dying anymore. The same could not be said for Akito. Hatori spent less and less time with Hatsuharu, and more and more time tending to Akito as he always had done. It was easy to see that Akito needed the attention more than Haru did. He took his pills every day, and they were helping immensely.
Yuki Souma had not visited again...yet.
"Hatori?" Haru asked as the doctor poured an assortment of pills into his hands. A rainbow of capsules, a few of which he knew. There were a couple vitamins, a pain killer, and then probably antidotes of some sort. He couldn't be sure, but Hatori always knew what was best.
"Yes?" Hari answered looking closely at the pills in his palm. He glanced up briefly at Haru and then filled a glass with water and walked to his bedside.
"Who changed me?" Haru questioned curiously looking down at the clothes he was currently swathed in. A long sleeved white nightshirt and a pair of matching pants. He had been wearing his school uniform when he'd blacked out. Somebody had to have changed him.
"Uh-" Hatori started awkwardly pausing at his bedside. "I did." He said with a blink pushing the pills into Haru's extended fist and then handing him the glass.
"Take those and then set the glass on the endtable. You can reach it can't you?" Hatori asked pointing towards a small table at the end of Haru's bed. The bull nodded throwing the pills into his mouth. Hatori didn't linger, he turned and quickly left to tend to Akito again. It was a full time job being the Souma family doctor. Haru gulped down the rest of the water and wiped his mouth on the edge of his sleeve. White sleeve no less. Hatori had changed him? That was a bit disturbing. He wrinkled his nose at the thought propping himself up against the pillow, his eyes trailed off to a window staring out onto Souma grounds. Nobody but Souma's stepped foot onto the expanse land. Nobody except Tohru Honda.
He smirked at the thought of the brown haired perpetually perky girl. He didn't imagine that if he had been in her position he would do what she'd done. He was in fact pretty sure that he would've ran home and never looked at a Souma in the face again. Seeing Kyo's original form had to have been pretty damn disturbing. He leaned forward setting the glass on the endtable and then reclined back against the bed with his arms behind his head.
His mind wandered quickly back to the violet eyed Yuki, some would say he had a one-track mind. They were right too. Haru did have a one-track mind that simply replayed Yuki's name over and over again through the day. His voice was always repeating in Haru's head; when he blinked he saw his coy smile, felt his tender touch from that first visit. When Yuki had thought he was sleeping. Dear Yuki. Haru sighed deeply pushing a hand stressfully through the snow white hair on the top of his head.
"Pointless."
He muttered quietly to himself. And he knew it was true. Yuki could never feel the same way about him. Would probably never even begin to understand just how deep Haru's feelings went. There was a quiet timid knock at the door and Haru perked up. Could that be Yuki? He cleared his throat before calling out,
"Come in."
It sounded surprisingly husky, although he hadn't tried to make it that way. The door burst open and Momiji came barreling into the room. Haru breathed a sigh of dissapointment and Momiji jumped quickly onto his bed beside him.
"Haru! Are you allright, are you okay? I wanted to come earlier but Tori told me that I would just stress you out. He told me I had to wait. So I did wait! And Haru- whats wrong?"
The rabbit trailed off, talking in his usual excited manner. Haru had only ever heard Momiji serious maybe once or twice, and that as when he was discussing his family. This was something none of them did often. Speaking of their parents was not something Souma's did...at all.
"Nothing, I just thought-"
Momiji cut him off continuing his speech,
"You thought I was Yuki? Well I'm not. But I brought your work for you, Tori said you would want it. Do you want it?"
Haru clamped a hand over the blondes mouth breathing deeply. Sometimes Momiji's manner overwhelmed him.
"Yes. I will take the work. But I'm tired Momiji, so would you mind coming back another time? I'll be out soon I'm sure."
Haru explained slowly, hesitantly removing his hand. Momiji nodded dropping a satchel of books into Haru's lap. He groaned at the weight pushing the books away and off the bed where they hit with a loud bang. Momiji startled jumping and making a loud squeak.
"Sorry." Hatsuharu apologized quickly.
"Oh it's allright, I'll see you later. Okay? Get better!"
Momiji called pleasantly as he skipped out of the room closing the door with a soft click behind him. Haru shook his head after Momiji was gone, he said nothing just went back to staring relaxedly out the window until he realized he honestly was tired. Momiji runins tended to do that to him.
Haru's condition was changing steadily for the better, his grey eyes were no longer clouded with red. His naturally pale skin had stopped being white and had started to get back a slight tinge to it. He didn't look like he was dying anymore. The same could not be said for Akito. Hatori spent less and less time with Hatsuharu, and more and more time tending to Akito as he always had done. It was easy to see that Akito needed the attention more than Haru did. He took his pills every day, and they were helping immensely.
Yuki Souma had not visited again...yet.
"Hatori?" Haru asked as the doctor poured an assortment of pills into his hands. A rainbow of capsules, a few of which he knew. There were a couple vitamins, a pain killer, and then probably antidotes of some sort. He couldn't be sure, but Hatori always knew what was best.
"Yes?" Hari answered looking closely at the pills in his palm. He glanced up briefly at Haru and then filled a glass with water and walked to his bedside.
"Who changed me?" Haru questioned curiously looking down at the clothes he was currently swathed in. A long sleeved white nightshirt and a pair of matching pants. He had been wearing his school uniform when he'd blacked out. Somebody had to have changed him.
"Uh-" Hatori started awkwardly pausing at his bedside. "I did." He said with a blink pushing the pills into Haru's extended fist and then handing him the glass.
"Take those and then set the glass on the endtable. You can reach it can't you?" Hatori asked pointing towards a small table at the end of Haru's bed. The bull nodded throwing the pills into his mouth. Hatori didn't linger, he turned and quickly left to tend to Akito again. It was a full time job being the Souma family doctor. Haru gulped down the rest of the water and wiped his mouth on the edge of his sleeve. White sleeve no less. Hatori had changed him? That was a bit disturbing. He wrinkled his nose at the thought propping himself up against the pillow, his eyes trailed off to a window staring out onto Souma grounds. Nobody but Souma's stepped foot onto the expanse land. Nobody except Tohru Honda.
He smirked at the thought of the brown haired perpetually perky girl. He didn't imagine that if he had been in her position he would do what she'd done. He was in fact pretty sure that he would've ran home and never looked at a Souma in the face again. Seeing Kyo's original form had to have been pretty damn disturbing. He leaned forward setting the glass on the endtable and then reclined back against the bed with his arms behind his head.
His mind wandered quickly back to the violet eyed Yuki, some would say he had a one-track mind. They were right too. Haru did have a one-track mind that simply replayed Yuki's name over and over again through the day. His voice was always repeating in Haru's head; when he blinked he saw his coy smile, felt his tender touch from that first visit. When Yuki had thought he was sleeping. Dear Yuki. Haru sighed deeply pushing a hand stressfully through the snow white hair on the top of his head.
"Pointless."
He muttered quietly to himself. And he knew it was true. Yuki could never feel the same way about him. Would probably never even begin to understand just how deep Haru's feelings went. There was a quiet timid knock at the door and Haru perked up. Could that be Yuki? He cleared his throat before calling out,
"Come in."
It sounded surprisingly husky, although he hadn't tried to make it that way. The door burst open and Momiji came barreling into the room. Haru breathed a sigh of dissapointment and Momiji jumped quickly onto his bed beside him.
"Haru! Are you allright, are you okay? I wanted to come earlier but Tori told me that I would just stress you out. He told me I had to wait. So I did wait! And Haru- whats wrong?"
The rabbit trailed off, talking in his usual excited manner. Haru had only ever heard Momiji serious maybe once or twice, and that as when he was discussing his family. This was something none of them did often. Speaking of their parents was not something Souma's did...at all.
"Nothing, I just thought-"
Momiji cut him off continuing his speech,
"You thought I was Yuki? Well I'm not. But I brought your work for you, Tori said you would want it. Do you want it?"
Haru clamped a hand over the blondes mouth breathing deeply. Sometimes Momiji's manner overwhelmed him.
"Yes. I will take the work. But I'm tired Momiji, so would you mind coming back another time? I'll be out soon I'm sure."
Haru explained slowly, hesitantly removing his hand. Momiji nodded dropping a satchel of books into Haru's lap. He groaned at the weight pushing the books away and off the bed where they hit with a loud bang. Momiji startled jumping and making a loud squeak.
"Sorry." Hatsuharu apologized quickly.
"Oh it's allright, I'll see you later. Okay? Get better!"
Momiji called pleasantly as he skipped out of the room closing the door with a soft click behind him. Haru shook his head after Momiji was gone, he said nothing just went back to staring relaxedly out the window until he realized he honestly was tired. Momiji runins tended to do that to him.