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writetomyheart2019-03-15 10:18 pm
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[team sonic] laundry piles
Another snippet of Fruits Basket fluff from this long post-canon Tohru/Kyo fic I'm trying to write. Haha. I apparently write better while I'm sick -_-
First words from weather patterns.
It smells like rain. Kyo can sense it even before he sees the storm clouds roll past the horizon, drawing closer by the minute. It’s a trait he seemed to still hang on to despite the curse being broken. Storm clouds always made the hair on his arms stand up, like an omen to some sort of impending doom.
The Cat had not liked rain.
Kyo ducks off the porch and starts gathering the laundry Tohru had set out earlier to dry. He carelessly bundles everything up in his arms, not minding the wrinkles he is making in each shirt and pants. After a few moments, he has everything dumped onto the couch, safe and sound just as the first rumble of thunder reaches his ears.
Just as he is about to pull out his phone and check if Tohru is on her way home, he hears the door open and her familiar shout of “I’m home” only she sounds a bit out of breath, as if she’d been trying to outrun the rain.
“It’s about to rain and I have to get the laundry…” Tohru announces frantically as she bursts into the room and then trails off noticing the pile on the couch. She laughs. “Ah, I see you’ve rescued our shirts and pants.”
Kyo can hear the symphony of raindrops beginning their assault on the roof of the house. But the ominous feeling he had earlier has melted away. Tohru has always had a gift for putting him at ease. He smiles back and then picks up a shirt to begin folding.
“How was work today?” he asks while trying to untangle the sleeves of one of Tohru’s nice blouses. He hopes she won’t notice the extra wrinkles in the shirt.
Tohru picks up a pair of socks and joins him in the folding. “I finally completed the new display,” she reports with an air of accomplishment. “I think the new books are going to catch the attention of any new visitors we get.”
Her voice has a tone of humble confidence as she speaks about her work at the library. The Tohru he knew from high school would have spoken with the same determination, but also with a tiny bit of second-guessing herself. Like she was only putting up a front to pretend like she knows what she’s doing.
That Tohru is long gone now. But Kyo loves this new Tohru too.
A loud crack of thunder interrupts Kyo before he can say anything. Tohru jumps, a little startled at the unexpected sound. Then glancing at each other, they both break into a bout of laughter.
“When the storm blows over, do you want to go into town?” Tohru asks. She folds much faster than Kyo and already has a neat stack of clothes in front of her. “If we’re going to have more visitors soon, I want to make sure we have enough food to eat.”
Kyo nods. He remembers a small bakery he passed by the other day, tucked away that he probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he had been in a hurry. It might be a good place for them to explore.
Gradually, the wind dies down and the sound of the rain starts to fade. Kyo folds the last pair of pants though he doesn’t manage to make it look as neat as Tohru’s pile. If she notices, however, she doesn’t say anything.
Kyo opens the front door to check if more storm clouds are on the way, but the sky is clear now. He feels calmer. The air feels as damp as the ground looks, and there’s a lingering scent of rain left behind, different from how it felt before the storm.
First words from weather patterns.
It smells like rain. Kyo can sense it even before he sees the storm clouds roll past the horizon, drawing closer by the minute. It’s a trait he seemed to still hang on to despite the curse being broken. Storm clouds always made the hair on his arms stand up, like an omen to some sort of impending doom.
The Cat had not liked rain.
Kyo ducks off the porch and starts gathering the laundry Tohru had set out earlier to dry. He carelessly bundles everything up in his arms, not minding the wrinkles he is making in each shirt and pants. After a few moments, he has everything dumped onto the couch, safe and sound just as the first rumble of thunder reaches his ears.
Just as he is about to pull out his phone and check if Tohru is on her way home, he hears the door open and her familiar shout of “I’m home” only she sounds a bit out of breath, as if she’d been trying to outrun the rain.
“It’s about to rain and I have to get the laundry…” Tohru announces frantically as she bursts into the room and then trails off noticing the pile on the couch. She laughs. “Ah, I see you’ve rescued our shirts and pants.”
Kyo can hear the symphony of raindrops beginning their assault on the roof of the house. But the ominous feeling he had earlier has melted away. Tohru has always had a gift for putting him at ease. He smiles back and then picks up a shirt to begin folding.
“How was work today?” he asks while trying to untangle the sleeves of one of Tohru’s nice blouses. He hopes she won’t notice the extra wrinkles in the shirt.
Tohru picks up a pair of socks and joins him in the folding. “I finally completed the new display,” she reports with an air of accomplishment. “I think the new books are going to catch the attention of any new visitors we get.”
Her voice has a tone of humble confidence as she speaks about her work at the library. The Tohru he knew from high school would have spoken with the same determination, but also with a tiny bit of second-guessing herself. Like she was only putting up a front to pretend like she knows what she’s doing.
That Tohru is long gone now. But Kyo loves this new Tohru too.
A loud crack of thunder interrupts Kyo before he can say anything. Tohru jumps, a little startled at the unexpected sound. Then glancing at each other, they both break into a bout of laughter.
“When the storm blows over, do you want to go into town?” Tohru asks. She folds much faster than Kyo and already has a neat stack of clothes in front of her. “If we’re going to have more visitors soon, I want to make sure we have enough food to eat.”
Kyo nods. He remembers a small bakery he passed by the other day, tucked away that he probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he had been in a hurry. It might be a good place for them to explore.
Gradually, the wind dies down and the sound of the rain starts to fade. Kyo folds the last pair of pants though he doesn’t manage to make it look as neat as Tohru’s pile. If she notices, however, she doesn’t say anything.
Kyo opens the front door to check if more storm clouds are on the way, but the sky is clear now. He feels calmer. The air feels as damp as the ground looks, and there’s a lingering scent of rain left behind, different from how it felt before the storm.
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(Also I hope you feel better soon!)
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(Thank you! I thought it was the flu yesterday, but today I'm sure it's just a cold/sinus thing. So hooray!)
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It’s so exciting! I can’t wait and I hope it’s as good as it could be.
(I’m glad it’s not the flu, but still hope the cold clears up soon. They’re definitely still draining.)
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