⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Indeed,” Hatori breathed, his lips ghosting along the snake’s forehead, down his cheek, and then along his feminine jawline. “Just as I am yours in mind, body, and soul…” The words trailed off, the dragon’s mouth now occupied with leaving little love bites along the serpent’s neck- more or less as a way to subtly mark his partner as his territory. They didn’t have long before they needed to return to banquet, and no doubt, a certain drunken canine would come looking to Ayame for some attention after Akito halted his advances.
Hatori had no intentions of sharing Ayame; not now, not ever- but particularly, not tonight. The proud dragon had laid claim on the ever-fashionable snake this evening,
Shigure would have to wait his turn.
It was ridiculous, the side of the succinct doctor that Ayame was able to coax out of him. Currently, Hatori was gently nibbling on his earlobe and pawing at him like an adolescent– certainly unbecoming for a man pushing thirty. Even so, he pulled away after a few moments and held eye contact with those golden, murky hues of Ayame’s. "Should we go further… Or shall we return to that pathetic excuse for a New Year’s banquet?“
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “You wish to touch me?” Hatori whispered, his monotone voice no louder than the flap of a butterfly’s wings, and twice as fragile. The dragon regarded her warily, not used to Akito being the one to initiate such activities, after all, he knew her proclivity for denying that which most men would seek. It was that little inclination that intrigued him- Akito was a prize to be won, in his eyes, he had never considered her to be easy. He was sure there were others who would disagree, but he would never regard his God in that way.
Her word was law, and if she deigned to tell him that he was about to be touched by her, far be it from him to disobey. Lowering closer to the ground, the dragon kept his grey gaze trained on her as he shifted into the seiza position. Trembling fingers were already reaching up to tug at his suddenly much-too-restricting tie- a half-assed attempt to undress for her, but his nerves were making his diligent hands all but useless.
It was then that he felt a coldness against his cheek; one of her bony, chilling little fingers stroking the skin underneath the layer of thick bangs on his left-side. It was enough to shoot a shiver down his spine, that was, before he relaxed into her touch. Eyes fluttering shut, Hatori gave the happiest, and quietest of sighs, finding comfort in God’s touch- the likes of which an outside would never know, nor ever understand.
“Akito,” Hatori breathed, his twitchy fingers now reaching out and treading carefully as he tried to tug her into his lap. “Just like this. This is the kind of touch I would like tonight, I…” I just want you to touch me here, I don’t want to spoil this moment. “Just… Please, keep your hand right here.” Reaching up, Hatori placed his own much-larger hand over hers, cradling it against his cheek ever so gingerly. “Just like this.”
♠️ Headcanon: I’ve used this headcanon on here for over a year now, but I’ve never gotten around to typing it up! In the canon material, we know that Hatori’s father was the previous memory suppressor and the previous sole physician of the Sohma Estate. Because of this, he was very close to Akira- the previous head of the family, before Akito. Being the head of the family, and being rather ill towards the end of his life, it wouldn’t be surprising, nor far-fetched to assume that Hatori’s father spent quite a bit of his time serving and being around Akira. Because of this, Hatori himself grew quite attached to the previous head.
Hatori’s father was unloving and cold, as was his mother– Akira was the complete opposite of them, he was warm and loving- Hatori very much saw a father figure in the male. More so than in his own. As Hatori’s father was so loyal to Akira, it was expected for Hatori, as the memory suppressor, doctor, and now: dragon, to follow suit and give his unwavering loyalty to Akito. This was expected of him, and he obliged.
More so, it was Akira who instilled that moral code within the dragon; Hatori’s father hammered it into his mind to do whatever Akito said, to stay by her side until death. Akira, however, was nowhere near as militant. Instead, he simply encouraged Hatori to give her a chance, and he told him time and time again how special Akito was to him, and that he hoped the family would love her as much as he loved her.
Hatori’s admiration and unwavering devotion for Akira had already been set in stone, and as a little boy sitting on Akira’s lap, he promised to watch over Akito until his dying breath. A promise he would never, not once, take lightly.
Of course, Shigure had the dream about Akito- the dog very much felt as if it was his job to watch over Akito and protect her. When the canine caught wind of Hatori’s promise to Akira, it caused quite a bit of animosity between the of them. This is evident in their interactions- Shigure is always snarky, scathing- his way of taking his anger out on Hatori. To take his anger out on Akito, he uses and manipulates her. Shigure never got over that blinding jealousy of his, even to this day.
Because of this, even after the curse was broken- while all the other Sohma(s) began to spread out and leave the Estate, Hatori reminded in his home on the property, up until Akito finally decided to leave herself. The promise he made to Akira is one of the few things he has left to hold onto in his life; the thought of ever disappointing Akira is always looming over him. It also plays a factor in his lack of anger or resentment over the Kana situation– no one would blame him for holding on to some resentment after Akito took not only his sight in his left eye, but his pride, and forced him to cast out of the love of his life. Even then, he could only forgive her, because he knew it was what Akira would’ve wanted.
I think a lot of people under-estimate Hatori’s loyalty to Akito. In the canon material, Hatori pushes himself to do things outside his moral code– but only for her. He is quick to judge Shigure for acting out and putting the family in harm’s way, but if Akito ordered him to do it, Hatori would do anything. His devotion is endless, and that in and of itself is completely terrifying. I think people need to take a second look at his character, he always hailed as a white-knight who can do no wrong, but Hatori is actually rather problematic, and very, very sick mentally. That is often over-looked, unfortunately.
Is today the day that everyone had decided to attack this poor, helpless seahorse? What did he do to deserve this? @darkhorserin I cannot believe the blatant disrespect in this family.
Shigure felt a chill run down his spine as Hatori’s hands trailed his lower body, keenly but lazily exploring. It put Shigure on edge, where would they end up? Where did they want to go, where did he want them to go? He could feel that twitch in his hip but restrained it. Hatori’s last question caused Shigure’s breath to hitch in his throat before he chuckled it out. “Getting warmer~” he purred, nuzzling back up against Hatori’s side before looking back up with glistening dark chocolate eyes.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— It was almost infuriating how easily Shigure was able to rile Hatori up like this; a well-timed slow blink, a keen or two- perhaps even a purr, a roll of his hips and an arch of that back, and the dragon was wrapped around his finger and begging for more. Yes, it was entirely frustrating. The canine knew exactly what he was doing; after all, not a single movement made by Shigure Sohma was not calculated and deliberate.
He knew what he was doing.
“I… I see,” Hatori murmured, clearing his throat in a last-ditch effort get his wits about him. Perhaps I should… Fingers dropped even lower now, venturing into uncharted, dangerous territory. Ghosting over the band of his boxers, Hatori did what he could to avert his gaze elsewhere. “Still getting warmer, Shigure?” The physician was about ninety percent sure that this was a challenge issued by the dog, and Hatori was not planning on losing.
[Fruits Basket]Vol. 2; Chapter 9. Here is your friendly reminder that when Hatori Sohma was first introduced in the series, he was portrayed as a villain! …Until the very next chapter, when his romantic, lost-love sob-story begins. Neat.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “This little wench has the gall to not onlyinsult my family’s curse, insult my zodiac form– even AS she constantly turns me into my other form against my will– but she has also threatened my life time and time again. She uses every opportunity she has to poke fun at me, including in her conversations with others. She undermines my authority as her elder, refuses to allow me to erase her memories, and transforms any time I draw even slightly close to her. If I were able to rip my own arm off and beat her with it, I would. That little hussy is infuriating. If I never saw her again, it would be too soon.”
✿;
His words were terribly old and
unfamiliar to her but filled the girl with a warmth she could only
describe being akin to peace. If he wished to devour her he would
have done so on that night or pillaged her residence but instead he
left people be for the most part. So long as people left him to his own devices she supposed he’d be content to remain as he was. She envied him, alone time was rare for her and she would happily reside in a cave if it meant she could be left alone by other people.
She registered the pressure of his snout against her face and she closed her eye briefly. When he drew away from her she stood tall. With her head held up high. It was rare for her look smug or proud and while she didn’t she seemed less jumpy than before.
Hanako regarded the beast with the same interest one watched a dog try to lead its master into a direction. The weight of his tail guided her like the crook of a shepherdess and she found one foot follow its twin as she took a step forward and made her way forward. The strides of his long body could easily out pace her own but she caught up swiftly a few steps away from his head
She didn’t know where she was going. Any fears of him eating her was cast aside.
“Where are you taking me?” she didn’t know if he’d actually answer her or if he actually understood her but she for once filled the silence with her own voice.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— The dragon’s claws were long, tapping against the stone floor of his cave as he made his way towards the back, his tail curled around her waist to lead her along. He glanced behind him every once in awhile to ensure that she was keeping up; this human was pathetically small, he didn’t wish to leave her behind.
Together, they made their way back to his horde pile– the piled-high stones and gold glittered, even among the other pieces of tin or scrap-metal. Hatori wasn’t a picky dragon, anything even remotely shiny could be added to his treasure pile. He was no fool– some of these things may have had zero worth, but it was what the poor families had saved together to leave out for him on their doorsteps, in return for his protection- so he’d take it.
Appreciatively.
A chicken-like claw reached out, digging through the horde pile like a dog digging up a bone. As if he was searching for something in specific, the grey eyes of the dragon were focused on what he had before him, a pile of his only possessions, and rummaging through it almost like a human. It wasn’t long before he seemed to give up his search.
After a few moments, he glanced back at her once again, but this time, he used his snout to nudge her closer to his prized collection. “*Daar los pah tol Zu’u meyar, mun,” Hatori explained, a claw pointing towards the treasure once again, wanting her to see his wealth. Unsurprisingly, the dragon was a proud creature and wished to impress his guest with what he had amassed over his centuries of living. Perhaps she’d find it interesting.
How utterly repulsive this act was, the stifling heat and intimacy of it. It almost made her choke, retch with sheer distaste at the uncomfortable warmth that dared to mar her flesh. Tomie had slept with men before, too numerous an amount in the years she’d been alive- she knew the score. Sometimes they were rough, sweaty, grunting affairs that lasted little more than a few moments until they’d had their fill- others would take their time to truly know her body. She never let that last for longer than five minutes.
The stench of a male, the over-sized mitts grabbing at her each available appendage were never welcomed, despite her words or the expressions she made. They were simply a means to an end, drawing out the hunt for longer just so the taste would be more savory. Tonight’s encounter…would need to end here.
The hands that had once been looped around his neck left to grasp his wrists with more force than would be thought capable of such a frail looking girl. She bent them off of her hips and back, back, back until she heard a sickening crack of bone, before letting them go limply on either side of Hatori. That took care of one thing.
“You sound so pathetic begging for me like this…like a lost child without it’s mother. You cry and you cry but you’ll never get what you want from me, Hatori- never. You know that, don’t you? You’ve known that all along.” Tomie practically sang, reveling in the expression on his face. Perhaps the most rewarding part of killing was getting to see a man’s true face, free of pride and bravado and twisted in pain. “So delusional. As if I would ever…give myself to you. You don’t deserve me.”
Her voice trailed off, and the demon shifted her hips against his slightly, nothing but a tease, a ploy to give him hope where there was none. Just the feeling of his foul pink worm brushing against her center was enough to make her recklessly violent, but she was a lady- that was for later, after she’d proved her point. Full lips upturned into a serene little smile as she locked eyes with him once more, her hand slowly trailing the broadness of his shoulders all the way down to where he still pulsed with desire. How deplorable.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— An animalistic cry was elicited out of the doctor; his head tilting backwards- whether that was out of pain, or perhaps not being able to stomach the sight of his wrists being simultaneously snapped, and now hanging limply. The pain was unimaginable; easily the worst he had ever felt. The only saving grace was that shock had begun to take over- the pain was so blinding, it was now hitting the pinnacle and going numb.
Eyes rolling to back of his skull, the dragon was panting- ragged, erratic breaths, but still never losing his erection. Perhaps the arousal had mounted; the blood flowing to it currently trapped as he squirmed in agony under her. This was too much, why had Tomie hurt him? What had he done? He only wanted to please her, he wanted to bring her body to cusp of euphoria, and then together, leap off the precipice and consummate their relationship.
But she had just snapped his wrists.
Like twigs.
The sound reverberated, ringing in his ears over and over again- like a piece of celery being snapped in half. The crack was sickening. Was it the sound that had made him so suddenly light-headed and nauseated, or was it from the injury itself?
Still, he groveled. Not for answers, not or her to cease her violence, but for her to love him.
“Tomie, please!” Hatori begged, the words bitter on his tongue as he struggled to hold his heavy eyelids open and look upon the object of his unhealthy, unwavering, steadfast obsession. She could snap his legs and he’d go crawling after her. There was nothing that could deter Hatori Sohma from Tomie Kawakami. His dedication was soul deep.
Even so, his hips rolled again up towards her apex, keening quietly and panting her name. Those words of hers- the venomous ones that struck indiscriminately, her sharp, silver tongue cutting deep and fast… No, they did not matter, for his love for her was true and could stand the test of time. Even in death, his soul would be hers to toy with for all eternity. That would never change.
Tears streamed down from his good eye. The bad one, the left, had long since lost the ability to tear up. His right eye made up for the wounded one in spades, however, tears leaving salty streaks down concave, hallow cheeks as they poured from a tightly wrenched eye.
And then he begged.
“Tomie, it hurts- oh, God, it hurts… Please, Tomie. Please! I will do anything for you! J-Just name it! You can hurt me, you can- you can do anything you want to me! Just… Say it. Say that you love me. Please, Tomie… I live for you. You can take everything, I only need you.”
A Grumpy Little Dragon 