Faithless (Fruits Basket fanfiction)

Faithless (chapter 15)

I do not own Fruits Basket.

See, I told you I'd give you the next chapter! Enjoy!

Anway...ON TO THE STORY!

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 -Point of View: Yuki-

I knew that, for Miss Honda's sake, we weren't supposed to fight. But it was because of that stupid cat that she was hurt. Didn't that give me a reason to at least insult him in my mind?

I sat on a white bench outside room 228. It was the room in which Miss Honda had been put for her recovery. Her physical recovery, anyway. How bad did she look now? Would she be glad to see me? Or would she do what she had always done for many – put on a happy façade when she was on the verge of tears inside? I hadn't seen her since the hospital's emergency response team had taken her here. Although I was allowed to see her at this point, but so were Saki, Arisa, and the Honda family. And by the Honda family, I meant her grandfather. The majority of her relatives that lived within driving distance of the hospital didn't care enough.

Some of the members of my family were here as well. Hatori came to 'make sure the doctors were tending to her injuries correctly.' Kisa came to see if she could do anything, as well as to be there for the one who was there for her. Hiro came…well, because Kisa came. Hatsuharu wasn't Black Haru yet, so he decided to see Miss Honda before he went dark on Akito and Kyo. Rin came because Miss Honda was her friend, too. Momiji came for the same reason. He was probably secretly hoping that this meant that he would get her in the end. Kagura came to make Miss Honda feel better. She was most likely talking about how much of an ass Kyo was – which would make her feel so much better.

Shigure couldn't see her yet, considering he was getting help with his stab wound. Kureno didn't come because he still had an obligation to Akito. Akito didn't come because, although this was partially her fault, she believed Miss Honda deserved it. Kyo didn't come because he's a stupid, whimpy cat.

I was there because Kyo wasn't here to love her. And I was sitting out in the hallway because Miss Honda's grandfather was seeing her.

After a visit that lasted ten minutes, as had every other visit, her grandfather exited the hospital room. As he closed the door, his old, wise eyes met mine.

"Are you the boy –" he didn't finish the sentence.

"No, I'm not," I answer. "I'm Yuki Sohma."

"Oh, right. My mistake," he replied. He faked a smile and sat down beside me. His wrinkly hands sat upon his dark green trousers. The back of his yellow long-sleeved shirt sat against the wall. He turned to face me. "She's not speaking."

My back straightened instantly. "What do you mean?"

"She won't say a word. The doctors said her voicebox wasn't damaged, but she just won't talk to anybody," he explained.

When I thought about it, Kisa had said something about that after her visit with Miss Honda. She had said softly, "She's turned into me." But I thought nothing of it at the time. I couldn't comprehend what she meant.

I shook my head and looked at the floor. "He's such an idiot."

"Yuki Sohma," the man said strictly. My violet eyes flashed up to his face. "Help her. You know she loves you. I know you love her."

"But –" I began.

"Not necessarily that kind of love, boy. You know what kind I mean." With that, he stood up and walked slowly away.

Just as he turned the corner, a small woman in a white coat stepped in front of me, a clipboard in her hands.

"Are you here to see Tohru Honda?" she asked sweetly. I looked up at her smooth face. Her sleek, black hair fell around her face. Her brown eyes stared at me with patience. I nodded. "Come this way, please," she requested. I stood up and followed her into Miss Honda's room.

There she was. A white blanket lay over her body. Most of her wounds were covered by a gray gown. Her exposed left leg was elevated with a cast on her ankle. Her left wrist had a similar cast. In case of whiplash, a cast was wrapped around her neck.

When she recognized me, a smile formed on her lips. But it didn't spread to her eyes, so I knew she was faking it.

"Hello, Miss Honda," I greeted.

Instead of saying anything, she just waved with her healthy arm, confirming her grandfather's allegations. But I still had to make sure.

"How are you doing?" I asked. I decided to just ask a stupid question to bait her. Her response was another fake smile and a thumbs-up.

It pissed me off how much she had to give people this 'I'm completely fine' crap.

Now we get to the more difficult question. I wanted to be soothing and caring with my inquiry. However, I didn't want to sugar coat anything, either. Her grandfather wanted me to help her. She hadn't said anything to the people who were sugar coating it all and not getting to the bottom of her situation. I had to. In order to, I also had to be an ass simultaneously.

"Okay. Why won't you talk to anyone? Why aren't you speaking?" I asked assertively.

She was speechless. Oh, wrong word choice. She couldn't come up with a silent reply for me. Her thin lips parted as if she was going to say something. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes widened and she immediately shut her mouth.

I sat down beside her bed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

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Yup, Tohru's a mute. In terms of The Hunger Games, she's an emotional Avox (I think...I read Mockingjay almost a year ago, so I don't remember all of the vocabulary...whatever.)

Let me repeat: Merry Christmas! Well...Happy Holidays! (I don't know how many Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Kwanzaa-celebrating, etc. readers I have, but, uh...yeah. Oh, did you know that Kwanzaa isn't for religious purposes? It's a holiday for celebrating African heritage.)

R/R/KR!

-Pamela