Tohru, Not Hondasan, Part 2
Making Dinner with Tohru
A/N: Important Author’s Note! In my footnotes for the last chapter I said Yuki and Haru had the conversation about Rin and Yuki calling Tohru ‘Honda-san’ in the 9th book, but really it was in the 8th. I apologize for that mistake. X ( Also the Sohmas and Tohru actually left for the summer home in the 10th book, but where still there in the 11th. Yuki and Tohru’s kiss was kind of separated between the two books. Let me know if you want more explanation if this doesn’t make sense.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fruba, but I try to own Kyo. My Kyo! n.n
When Yuki went into the house he found Tohru in the kitchen. He walked in to see what she was doing. Tohru was standing on her tip-toes trying to reach a bowl in the highest cabinet.
“What do you need Honda-san?” Yuki asked before he could correct himself.
“Eh? Oh you startled me Yuki-kun.” Tohru turned to look at him. “I’m making a sauce for some soumen (1), but I can’t reach the bowl.” Yuki crossed the room and put down his book bag that he had taken with him to talk to Haru.
“I’ll get it.” He offered.
“Oh no, it’s fine I’ll just get a-” Before Tohru could protest Yuki had gotten in front of her, reached above her head, and got the bowl down. Tohru blushed at how close he had been and finished her sentence half-heartedly. “-Step-stool.”
Yuki smiled and picked up his bag again.
“Are you making dinner early?”
“Ah, yes! I thought we could have Haru stay for dinner. I hope he likes soumen…” Tohru looked slightly worried.
“Don’t worry,” Yuki reassured her, “I’m sure Haru would like anything you made.” Tohru blushed again as Yuki left the kitchen to change out of his school uniform.
Yuki entered his room, hearing someone following him in.
“Haru,” he said, not turning to look at who had followed him; he knew.
“Yup,” the younger boy answered.
“What to you want now?” Yuki asked, taking his tie off and throwing it on his bed. Haru shrugged. Yuki saw this out of the corner of his eye. “I’m getting dressed.” He said after a silence. He was getting slightly annoyed.
“Guess I’ll just have to help Tohru in the kitchen then. Better change fast Yuki.” Haru hurried out the door grinning, mostly because he didn’t missed Yuki’s glare.
Yuki sighed as he left, but then couldn’t help smiling. You always try to help people, Haru. You’re going to have to let me help you after this. Yuki thought. He wasn’t quite sure why Haru was so determined to get him to call Tohru, Tohru. It was true what Haru had said though; he didn’t know why he always called her ‘Honda-san’. Yuki shook these thoughts out of his head and changed quickly, reminding himself exactly who it was in the kitchen with Tohru.
“Get the hell out of our kitchen!” a voice shouted though the house as Yuki approached the living room. He wasn’t surprised to see Haru come bursting through the screen door the separated the living room and kitchen. Kyo could be seen through the new hole, with one hand balled into a fist and covered by the other. Tohru bobbed worriedly behind him, apparently torn between making sure Haru was ok and keeping Kyo from hurting him further.
Yuki raised an eyebrow at the scene, but didn’t comment. He passed Haru and Kyo to go into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry about Haru,” he said as he approached. “Kyo won’t hurt him too badly, and the same for Haru. Unless Kyo makes Haru turn black everything should be ok.” Tohru smiled worriedly, but nodded. An awkward silence followed after Tohru’s nod.
“Um… Did you need help with dinner?”
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to take up any of your time Yuki-kun.” Yuki smiled.
“Perhaps we could go get some fresh tomatoes and spices for your sauce. Unless you were planning something different.”
“That sounds wonderful! I’ll go get my gardening gloves.” Tohru hurried out of the kitchen and as she did she passed Kyo and Haru.
One quick glance told her they were done fighting, for the moment. After retrieving her gloves, Tohru met Yuki on the back porch. Yuki led her down the porch steps and into the woods. They followed the familiar path down to Yuki’s garden, talking quietly every now and then. Yuki felt oddly nervous around Tohru then.
When the pair arrived at the garden, they got to work, Yuki looking for spices and Tohru picking tomatoes. Yuki walked carefully around his plants, looking for the spices that would add the right kind of flavor to the sauce. Suddenly he heard Tohru scream slightly. His head snapped around and he quickly came back to her.
“Tohru are you ok?” He asked.
“Y-yes, I just squeezed one of the tomatoes too hard.” She laughed slightly and stood up. She had tomato juice on her shirt. Yuki pulled a rag out of his pocket and came over to her.
“You said once that tomato juice stains badly. You should wipe it up before it has a chance to.” Tohru accepted the rag from him with a smile.
Yuki bent down on his knees and motioned for Tohru to do the same.
“If you pull the fruit off from the top and support its bottom with your other hand, you won’t crush it and it won’t fall onto the ground.” Yuki did this as he spoke and the tomato came off the plant easily. Yuki put this in a basket they always left down at the garden, and watched Tohru. She did what he said to, but accidentally squeezed the bottom of the fruit with her supporting hand.
Again Tohru found herself covered in juice.
“I-I’m so bad at this Yuki-kun. I’m afraid if I keep trying, all your beautiful tomatoes will be crushed.” Tohru hung her head. Yuki put his hand under her chin and lifted her head.
“It’s ok Tohru, it just takes time. You have to be gentle and patient. To tell you the truth I squashed plenty of tomatoes when I first planted this garden.” Yuki took Tohru’s hands with his own and placed them on another tomato. “Just relax your bottom hand and hold the tomato like an egg. Then all you have to do is pull gently from the top.”
Yuki continued to hold Tohru’s hands as she pulled the tomato off its plant.
“Yuki-kun I… I did it.” He smiled and let her put it in the basket along with the one he picked. “I don’t deserve your patience.” Tohru sighed.
“Of course you do.” Yuki said gently. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”
“You do too.” Tohru agreed.
Yuki left Tohru again to get the spices, thoughts swirling at Tohru’s last comment. She didn’t know how close that hit him. No one had ever really given him a second chance. Especially Akito. Akito had locked Yuki in the room without giving him a second chance to show he didn’t need to be confined. Then again, Akito had never given anyone a second chance. That doesn’t change the fact that I deserved one. Yuki thought sadly.
The sun was starting to set when Tohru and Yuki finished. Tohru carried the spice leaves Yuki picked in a small brown bag, while Yuki held the tomato basket. There were about five fair sized tomatoes in it.
“Thank you for helping me pick the tomatoes, Yuki-kun.” Tohru said as they walked.
“You would have done fine eventually without my help.” Yuki tried to be modest.
“But because you helped me I only broke two.” She replied gently. Yuki couldn’t find a way to continue the conversation, so he didn’t reply.
The pair arrived back at the house soon after that, and came in the back door. They took off their gloves and washed their hands and the tomatoes. Yuki and Tohru worked together without a second thought. Tohru prepared the spices and Yuki cut the tomatoes. When it came to the point Yuki didn’t know how to help with the sauce, he got a pan to make the soumen in.
Tohru called Haru and Kyo when the food was done. She, Yuki, Kyo, and Haru sat down around the table that had already been set by Yuki.
“You made home-made sauce again didn’t you?” Kyo asked. Tohru nodded. “Ah, why do you go to so much trouble for us? You know you don’t have to.”
“I like to, my mom said there’s always something special about things you make by yourself. It’s not the same if you use pre-made.” Kyo shrugged and began eating.
Yuki, however, smiled at her words. Yes, he thought, there is something extra special about this meal. I don’t know if it’s because I made it with Tohru or not, but whatever it is it’s special.
(1) Soumen means noodles in Japanese, or literally, fine white noodles.
A/N: Depending on the reviews I get for this new chapter, this might or might not be the last chapter. Let me know if you want more!