Damp (Fruits Basket Fanfiction)

Joined : 29 Dec 2005 Posts : 200

So, I'm mildly ashamed of writing this, to be honest. Still, it's exam season, and I found myself with an urge to write something in this vein and without the necessary willpower to write something with original characters. Still, I admit that I thought the idea behind it was cute, so, here it is. Hopefully some other people will enjoy it, at least.

Damp

Prologue

Hatori Sohma, years ago, would have been called an early riser. That was when he was a business-like college student and, later on, a business-like M.D. with a small but blossoming practice. It was before he had become the family doctor to the eccentric and super-extended Sohma clan, before the midnight calls to attend to the head of the family and his lengthy list of psychosomatic maladies, before the glasses and books and other, potential projectiles that chased after his head, when he delivered some unwanted diagnosis – before the shattering of anything like a sleep routine that he had ever had. Now, he was never even sure that he rose at all. It seemed, instead, as if the brief and unrefreshing attempts at sleep he made faded into the background of his day, no more a separate part of it than slipping into a chair to rest his feet was.

Today, though, he was up at what he supposed was a relatively decent hour – just a bit before the alarm clocks would start going off across rooms all over the family estate, waking up the sleeping students and sending them shuffling out of bed. As he stepped out of his own house, wearing a white doctor’s coat slipped over a dress shirt and slacks, his eyes flitted thoughtfully to the residence across from his own. It was (and had been, now, for a good six years) the home of Momiji Sohma. At seventeen years old and having just entered his second year of high school, he was probably the youngest member of the family to have his own place on the estate.

It was mostly on a whim that Hatori decided to step up to the young man’s front door and slip inside. The thing was unlocked, he knew – there was little need to bother with home security, when everyone around was familiar with one another. So, he stepped quietly into the young man’s living room, listening thoughtfully for the sound of Momiji waking up. Instead, he was surprised to hear a small, metallic thud off to his left, in the direction of the laundry room. One eyebrow rose as he stepped towards it – Momiji, like the rest of the wealthier members of the family, had maids to handle laundry and that sort of thing, and there was no chance that any of them would be working this early. So, a curious expression stretched out on his face, he slid the laundry room door open and poked his head inside.

There in the room was the house’s sole occupant, flopped down on top of the washing machine, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He was blonde and small for his age, the sort of young man who would probably be mistaken for someone younger than he really was for all of his life – and he hardly helped things with his childish choice of clothes. Hatori almost chuckled as he noted the pink, bunny-print pajamas that the boy had on…before blinking in surprise as he saw the large, wet patch that had soaked across the crotch and bottom of Momiji’s PJ pants.

“H-Ha’ri?” Momiji looked up from his seat on the washer, his cheeks colored a bright red and his eyes filled with confusion and embarrassment. After he stared at the older man for a moment, both of his hands slid suddenly between his legs, uselessly trying to cover up the shameful, dark stain that had spread out there. “Is somethin’ wrong? What’re you doing here so early?”

“Momiji,” Hatori sighed, stepping farther into the room. His eyes scanned the place, glancing quickly across a basket stacked with clean, freshly dried clothes, and he paused to rummage inside it, pulling out a pair of baby blue pajamas with cloud prints all across the cloth. Another moment’s exploration and he had a pair of briefs to match, which he thrust, along with the pajamas, into the bashful rabbit-boy’s hands. “Get dressed and go back to bed.”

“My sheets are all wet, though.” The blonde whined, looking longingly down at the dry clothes nestled in his hands. Obviously, he wouldn’t mind the chance to change into them and curl back up, after all of this humiliation. “And I’ve got to get ready for school.”

“Just go nap on the couch, then.” The doctor shook his head, giving the boy a quick pat on the shoulder. It was obvious enough to him what had happened, anyway – Momiji had caught a cold or some such bug, and it was showing itself through this embarrassing, nocturnal problem. It wasn’t as if the young man had any history of bedwetting like this – he would know, since he had all of his medical files on record. “I’ll write you a note for school, today.”

The rabbit-boy just sat there, bashful and silent, for a little while longer, before hopping off of the washing machine with a quick nod. He sat the clean clothes he’d been given back behind him and promptly started to undress, albeit in the slow, fumbling manner of a half-awake student on an early morning. Hatori, for his part, just stayed where he was, watching with clinical interest, as the young man slid off his shirt, then his pants, revealing the soaked, dripping briefs beneath them. Once those came off, the blonde grabbed his wet garments in one arm and his dry ones in the other, starting, naked, towards the bathroom. Hatori supposed that he had forgotten that he would need to clean himself off, before getting redressed. And, so, Momiji scampered hurriedly towards the door, his damp bottom and legs on full display.

“Thanks, Ha’ri,” The young man called over his shoulder, right before he disappeared around the corner, glancing back at the doctor. In the pale light coming from the dim lamp above him, Hatori could vaguely make out the burning red of the rabbit’s blushing cheeks, before he vanished from his sight.

“Don’t mention it.” Hatori shrugged, staying pressed against the doorframe until he heard the hiss of running water from inside the nearby bathroom. Then he turned, shook his head, and headed back outside the house.

What a way to start a morning.
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Chapter 1

It was a few hours later – after some paperwork, a stop at the main house on the estate, and a few, quick check ups – when Hatori actually sat down for breakfast. He ate slowly, picking at his food more than anything, knowing that, for the next few hours, he actually had a clear schedule. It was nice, he supposed, to have free time, though, honestly, he had mostly forgotten what to do with it, by this point. There was a journal of medicine he’d been meaning to read, though, and he was just about to push his chair back and fetch it, when a beaming, blonde-headed, young man burst through his door – Momiji.

“Hatori!” he chirped, claiming the only other seat at the table that the doctor was eating at, spinning it around so that its back was to the man and sitting in it backwards. He was actually dressed, despite his truant state, in his school clothes, a schoolgirl’s shirt and a pair of short shorts to match. It was a uniform, Hatori knew, that still got him gawked at and whispered about as he headed to school each day – and God knew why the school had ever agreed to let him wear it, in place of the boys’ uniform.

“Momiji?” The doctor looked thoughtfully across the table at his young friend, before pushing his own chair and taking a few steps towards him. A small frown creased his face as he reached down with one hand, settling it against the teen’s forehead in a familiar fashion – he’d done this dozens of times to Momiji alone, after all, a multitude more to the rest of his patients around the estate. “…You don’t feel like you have a fever.”

“Huh?” A small squeak escaped from between the floor and the legs of Momiji’s chair as he eyed Hatori, puzzled, shaking his head slowly. He didn’t try to escape from the older man’s touch, though, just leaning against his hand as he responded. “No – was I acting sick? I feel fine.”

“Never mind, then,” Hatori blinked, unable to keep from staring, as he moved back to his own seat and settled down onto it. The bunny-boy seemed to have completely forgotten the incident this morning, or, at the least, he didn’t connect it at all to feeling ill – he wouldn’t put it past Momiji to happily push that upsetting incident from his mind, once it was past, after all. Still, that led to the inevitable question of why the boy had ended up soaking his sheets last night, and it was that question that occupied his thoughts as he poked at his remaining food. “You looked a little flushed, that’s all. Have your maids arrived at your house, yet?”

“Yeah, they just got here,” The blonde nodded simply, leaning his chair all the way forward so that he could snake a hand across to Hatori’s plate and steal a banana that the doctor had set out for a snack. He started to peel it at a slow, leisurely pace, quite happily taking his time during his day off from school. The question of his temperature seemed to have vanished from his mind just as quickly as the wetting incident had, and he lounged happily, working through the piece of fruit, bite by bite.

“In that case, I’m going to go have a word with them – I haven’t had a chance to speak to any of them for some time.” The man rose, his expression decidedly neutral as he pushed back his chair and slipped past Momiji, heading out of his front door and over towards the young man’s home. He wasn’t being entirely honest about why he wanted to see the maids, but, in reality, he didn’t see any reason to needlessly remind the teen of their damp encounter, that morning.
When he reached the house, he found that Momiji’s hired help were already cleaning at a quick, efficient pace, getting rid of the inevitable mess of teenage boy living on his own. As he watched, one woman gathered up the trash bags from the various rooms of the house, another dusted along the living room idly – and a third made her way down the stairs, carrying a basket that was obviously filled with the young master’s wet sheets. It was this one that Hatori approached, stepping after her into the laundry room. She turned, as soon as she realized that she was being followed, smiling at him and setting the basket down on top of the dryer.

“Hello, doctor,” The woman gave a quick wave, starting to unload the soiled sheets from the clothes hamper and transferring them into the washing machine, as if she cleaned up after bedwetting teenagers every day of her life. Her tone was familiar, since, after all, she had known the good doctor for years, by now. She had even worked in his own home for a brief period, before Momiji had moved onto the family estate. He had, she always suspected, recommended her to the boy’s father as a good hire. “Is something the matter? You look distracted.”

“Oh, no,” Hatori shook his head, stepping closer and looking pointedly down into the washing machine, one hand gesturing towards the wet clothes. Then, without further ado, he began to pull out his wallet, fingers working over a few bills. “I thought, though, that, since cleaning up accidents went out of your job description here quite a few years ago, you should have something extra for the week. And it wouldn’t be appropriate to talk to Momiji’s father, over something like that.”

There was a pause, as the maid looked over at him, and then she shook her head, laughing. She reached over, gently taking Hatori’s wrist and nudging it and the wallet away a little, a good-natured smile dominating her features.

“There’s no need for that,” she clucked in a very maternal manner, going back to preparing the load of bedclothes for the wash. “Really, I’d rather be the one to do it – I’ve felt awful for the boy the past few weeks, whenever I’ve come in early and found his sheets in the wash. And he never loads the washer properly. All his pajamas would be stained, if I hadn’t noticed.”

“Weeks?” Hatori’s eyes widened, though he tried not to show his surprise to its full extent. After all, he would have normally expected Momiji to tell him about a problem like that, especially one that could be symptomatic of something serious, at his age. But seriousness had never been something the rabbit paid any attention to. “I wasn’t aware of any…incidents like this, beyond today’s.”

“Well, you can’t expect a boy his age to run off and tell someone about something so embarrassing, doctor. He’s seventeen, after all.” The washer lid was flicked shut, and the sound of water pouring into the machine began to fill the room. Setting aside the clothes basket, the woman reached into her pocket, producing a small spray bottle that she had been carrying around. As Hatori watched, she began to spritz its sweet-smelling contents about the room, shaking her head. “I ought to do this in his room, too – his bed’s starting to smell, even after we clean it up. At this rate, he’ll need a new mattress.”

“Mm.” Fingers drummed lightly across the top of the washing machine, while Hatori took in the scent of the stuff, half-floral and half-disinfectant. Finally, after a long moment of thought, the doctor managed a polite smile towards the maid, nodding at her. “Thank you for informing me, then – I’ll be sure to talk to him about it.”

“Don’t make him blush on my account, dear,” She laughed in response, waving him off once more. “He’s a sweet kid. And there’s nothing unusual about wetting at night, in someone as small for his age as he is.”

There was a quick exchange of goodbyes, before the two went their separate ways, the maid upstairs to finish cleaning up from her young employer’s nighttime misfortunes and Hatori back across the path that separated his house from the teenager’s. He stepped back into his living room to find that Momiji had taken up a position on his couch, sprawling across it and watching TV. Possibly, the doctor thought, he was too bashful about his wetting to hang around his own house, while his sole witnesses to the phenomenon were about..

“Momiji,” The dark-haired man sighed, the low note of his voice drawing his young friend’s attention. The rabbit-boy lifted himself off the couch a little, tilting his head to one side in a curious sort of way, wondering what was up. “Come into my office for a few minutes. We need to have a check-up.”

“…Okay, Ha’ri,” Momiji murmured, slipping to his feet and padding after him as the doctor set out through the house. Looking back over his shoulder, Hatori could see a soft, modest blush returning to his cheeks, as they walked, telling him for certain that the boy knew what all of this was about.
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Sad and lonely heart." - Rufus Wainwright

please more more more, i think i like where this is going. but it was bound to happen if you ask me. great work keep it up.
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Age : 20 Joined : 24 Apr 2006 Posts : 378 Location : Canada

I usually despise fanfiction due to the complete personality slaughter of characters and/or the introduction of horrid Mary Sue type characters. Being that I've never read nor watched Fruits Basket however, I'm not having that problem.

Well written, as always.
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out of all the fanfictions ive red (which arnt very many) i think youve definately chosen the right characters for it.

im looking forward to more ^^
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i <3 fruits basket! ^.^ i'm really glad you decided to post this, i'm looking forward to more. you're a great writer!
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i'm looking forward for more, extrealy good understanding of fruit basket you do momiji justice Laughing

I'm looking forward to more I haven't seen fruit basket but I'm planning to watch it soon or read the manga
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anime6 has it, but the anime only shows 10 out of the 12 menbers of the zodiac and stops around book 6-7 (there are about 13 -14 books i think)

Sir, you've rekindled my faith in the world! T_T

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Chapter 2

Some time later, Hatori brought Momiji’s check-up to a close the way he normally would have opened it, pulling out his stethoscope and going over his naked chest and back, listening to the young man breathe and shiver at the feel of the cold instrument against his skin. His expression was a magnificent piece of neutrality the entire time, revealing nothing as he went from place to place, not reacting in the least to each, melodramatic shiver that the schoolboy gave. Finally, he just let loose a soft sigh and stepped away, settling down into the nearby swivel-chair that sat at his office’s desk.

“You can put your shirt back on, now,” he intoned, his voice all bedside manner, through and through.

“Alright.” The blonde hopped off the little examination stool that he had been seated on, bouncing just a bit with pent up energy. Sitting around and letting himself be poked at was hard for Momiji – as much as he loved the attention, it was difficult not to poke back or to whine just a little about all of the wasted playtime that was passing him by. Still, in this case, he’d been willing to make an exception, since, after all, the situation was so embarrassing. And, anyway, it was Ha’ri doing the poking. “So, do you know what’s going on, now?”

“For the most part.” The doctor rolled his chair a little closer to where the boy was standing, his mouth drawn taut across his features. He was, to put it simply, annoyed, because the explanation was so completely commonplace. He could’ve predicted it without the hour-long examination. In fact, the maid he’d spoken to had predicted it. “It’s a matter of size. You’re small for your age, and some parts of you are growing more slowly than others. That, and, if you haven’t changed from when you were younger, you’re a very sound sleeper. Put the two together and…”

Hatori trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the rabbit-boy’s short with one hand. Momiji colored a little…and glanced downwards with just a hint of nervousness, as if he thought that, perhaps, Hatori was pointing out an actual accident, and not just where one would have been concentrated.

“So, can you make it stop, now?” He meeped at the black-haired man hopefully. “Are there pills and stuff for bedwetting….?”

“No, there aren’t. Not that I’d want to prescribe for you, at least.” Hatori rose slowly to his feet, doing his best to smile reassuringly, despite this disappointing pronouncement. He even managed to put one hand familiarly on Momiji’s shoulder, squeezing it firmly. “Bedwetting of the sort that you have generally stops naturally, as you grow – though there are always some treatments that can speed the process.”

“Like what?” The doctor could practically see rabbit ears perking up on Momiji’s head as he asked this, eagerness and enthusiasm suddenly plain on his face – after all, waking up in sodden sheets every morning wasn’t fun at all.

“Different things. A lot of children, usually younger than you, use wetting alarms. They’re devices that wake you up, when you start to – ah- go. The idea is that you become used to waking up when your bladder is full and that stops you from wetting.” Hatori realized, as the thought about it, that he actually had a good bit of experience dealing with complaints about bedwetting. Aside from colds and the flu, it was probably what he heard most from Sohma parents, outside the inner gates of the estate.

“Oh.” Momiji’s excitement faded almost as soon as he heard the doctor’s explanation. He even seemed to wilt a little, his eyes darting towards the floor and a tiny dose of guilt welling up on his face. “Do we have to do that? I don’t want to – I don’t like getting up at night.”

“No, we don’t.” The calm silence that the office usually had was suddenly broken by a sound that the house, especially this part of it, hadn’t heard much – Hatori’s laughter, soft, restrained, and polite, but still completely earnest. Even he was struck by how childish the rabbit could be, at times, after all. “I wasn’t going to recommend it, anyway. At your age, getting enough sleep is more important. Actually, I was only going to suggest one measure, to make things a bit more comfortable for you.”

“One thing? Like what?” The perky look was creeping back onto the teen’s face, now, tempted out by the word “comfortable.” He liked comfortable! Comfortable was nice! Comfortable was warm blankets and long baths and tight hugs and fur and things. He could totally do comfortable. Not like that stupid alarm idea.

“Well, a number of companies make incontinence garments for young men of your age. If you started wearing them to bed, your bedclothes and pajamas would stay dry, even if you had an, uhm, accident.” Hatori frowned as he saw this last word, a brief departure from his otherwise clinical commentary, make another wave of reddened heat rise to Momiji’s cheeks. Worse, the blonde was looking at him with evident confusion, not quite grasping what he was advising him to do.

“So – the garment things are like…diapers?” For just a second, Momiji seemed to have put on the standard expression of the other man in the room, his lips not quite dipping and not quite rising with emotion, just hovering in an uncertain position. It was an alien look for the boy, but Hatori supposed that this was an alien situation for both of them. As such, he just nodded – and watched a little smile replace the muted look that had been sitting on the rabbit’s face. “Oh. Okay.”

“Would you object to wearing them?” The doctor asked, surprised by this reaction – but, actually, strangely relieved. He rose to his feet, angled his head downwards, and took up his attempts at reassurance once more. “No one else would need to find out. And they wouldn’t be expensive – I could order them with the rest of the supplies I keep around the house, so you wouldn’t have to ask your father to pay.”

“I don’t mind!” Momiji actually chirruped out his answer, shaking his head and letting his blond hair dance this way and that in an energetic motion. His smile, still, was a little bit guilty – after all, wearing diapers would be embarrassing. And the realization that he would probably prefer wearing them to waking up wet or to trying the alarm thing was just a little bit more so, making him feel like some sort of co-conspirator in a plot to leave his sheets wet, every morning. “…Can we go get them, tonight?”

“If you’d like to come, we can head to the store before school even gets out,” Hatori nodded, all business, for the moment. If he was noticing the small teen’s mixed emotions about the plan they were devising, he didn’t show it, and if he thought there was anything amiss about the bashful relief so obvious in the rabbit’s swishing stance, he didn’t say. “I have a follow-up appointment with Akito, in a half an hour, but we can leave, right after that.”

“Right!” The young man nodded and drifted towards the door, offering a chipper, little wave towards Hatori, as he bounded off. “I’ll meet you at your car, then, okay? I’m going to go say bye to all the maids!”
And, with that, the office was down by one rabbit, leaving just a doctor-dragon, quietly chuckling to himself. Momiji, he thought to himself, was like very sweet, warm tea – even when you couldn’t help but shake your head at how sugary he could be, he managed to relax you, somehow. With that thought in mind, Hatori almost found himself smiling, as he left the office as well and moved across the estate towards Akito’s home.

Almost, but not quite.
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Sad and lonely heart." - Rufus Wainwright

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Momiji, normally somewhat flaky about timing and schedules, was settled in the front seat of Hatori’s car exactly one hour later – he’d known the doctor long enough to estimate rather soundly how long one of his follow-ups with the head of the family would take. And, in this case, he was right on the money. Hatori appeared perhaps five minutes later, and the two set off not long after, driving along towards the main gates of the Sohma estate’s inner complex. They went, as they passed by the inner estate, the outer estate, and finally the trees that lined the rather clean path out towards the main road, quietly, almost silently, with even the usually insistent and pestering Momiji sitting mute. Meeting with Akito, no matter what the circumstances, was almost always the sort of thing that made one feel like shutting up for a while, he knew. As such, he just glanced over at Hatori, now and again, and, finally, leaned over in his seat a little, resting his head against one of the dragon’s arms.

Hatori looked back at him out of the corner of his eyes, barely turning his head, but said nothing. He just guided the car along the sparsely populated roads, bringing them closer to the pharmacy he’d decided to take them to. He didn’t even wince – not too much, at least – when Momiji gave into temptation and started to fiddle with the controls of the radio, managing to put on what had to the brightest, happiest, and most high-pitched pop song in the universe. He did, admittedly, flip the station, after the song had ended, turning it onto another that was drumming out news in a steady, monotonous tone, but, by that point, they were already parking in the lot of the pharmacy, anyway.

“Make sure you keep close to me, Momiji,” he finally spoke up, as he led the young blonde into the shop, casting his eyes along all of the aisles and finally spotting one that had a sign overhanging it, which read, “INFANT SUPPLIES – DIAPERS – FEMININE HYGIENE – INCONTINENCE.” He gestured with one hand for his companion to follow, and they started towards it at a brisk pace. “We’re just here to get some things and go – and I’ve got another appointment in thirty minutes.”

“Okay, Ha’ri,” the boy whined – playfully, the doctor thought, and mostly just to annoy him. Living near the young man since he was five had taught him the difference between one whine and another, by now. In reality, he noted, Momiji mostly looked awkward and just a tiny bit nervous, the latter emotion masked by wide-eyed curiosity, as they wandered past all the infant supplies, stopping in front of a large display of adult diapers, pads, and pull-ups. Hatori, serious and to the point as always, immediately started scanning them for a brand that would be small enough and thick enough for the rabbit.
Actually, the two began looking through the aisle together, almost at the same time, though Hatori was a bit too busy to notice that Momiji had turned his eyes to the wrong side of the shelves. He was looking through the more brightly colored packages next to the infant diapers and the toddler training pants, his eyes pointed towards other bags that had cutesy titles like “Sleep-Dri Bedwetters’ Trainers” and “Dry Morning Diaper-Pants.” He looked over each one almost studiously, turning one around, now and again, to examine the information printed on the back. Really, his manner wasn’t all that different from what the doctor behind him was doing, except that Ha’ri never glanced anxiously to the side, looking to see if someone was watching him at work.

“How about these?” Both rabbit and dragon turned around at almost the exact same time, each holding a big, cushy diaper-bag. The one in Hatori’s arms was nothing if not predictable. It was large and green, plainly depicting an adult diaper on the front, with clinical print next to the picture explaining that it was for young men and women with “bladder and bowel incontinence issues.” Momiji’s package was perhaps the exact opposite. It was bright, blazing pink, with just the “Dry Morning Diaper Pants” logo on the front, along with smaller text that noted that these diapers were for “young women and girls.”

“…Those?” Hatori frowned, taking a step forward and looking down on the package. Part of him, he had to admit, was having a hard time keeping from shaking his head and snickering at his young friend’s decision. “Those aren’t for boys, Momiji…and you’re close to the far end of the size limits for them. They might not be able to hold enough.”

“Well…!” The teen flushed terribly at that last point, eyes darting to the ground for just a second. Then, seemingly regaining his usual confidence, he turned his package around. The back of the bag displayed a pair of the large pull-ups inside, the thing covered with pretty, pastel prints, all over its crinkly padding. Apparently, there were multiple designs within every package, depicting everything from ballerinas to woodland fairies to hearts and fluttering cupids. “These look better. The ones you got are really…plain.”

“I didn’t realize,” the doctor intoned, giving into temptation and smiling just a little, “that fashion was an issue in this decision. I thought that we were trying to pick out something that would keep your bedclothes dry.”

“These will!” Momiji complained loudly, completely forgetting that he was trying to be slightly subtle about this purchase, lifting his voice into a fussy, childishly high pitch until he and Hatori were getting glanced at both by a cashier that could be seen out towards the aisle’s end and by another shopper farther up along the shelves. “These’re diapers too!”

“…Why don’t we get both?” The dark-haired man suggested finally, noting that they were starting to make a bit of a scene, before thrusting the other package he had into the rabbit’s arms, letting him carry both bags. “You can wear yours, and, then, if they leak – as I expect they will – you can wear the thicker ones.”

“Fine!” The teen pouted, holding one bag under each arm and quieting down again as the additional luggage reminded him of exactly what anyone who saw him with these purchases would think. The doctor, happy with the restored, if mildly awkward, calm, headed down towards the baby supplies in the aisle, starting to fish out appropriately sized containers of baby powder, lotion, and wipes. “…Do we have to get those, too?”

“The powder and lotion, yes,” Hatori declared, plucking a big, white shake-bottle of one and a squeeze-tube of the other from the shelf. “Even at your age, you’re still susceptible to diaper rash, you realize. Hopefully, the wipes won’t actually need to be used…but, say, if you wake up wet in the middle of the night and want to change, you could clean yourself off with them, beforehand.”

“Ha’ri…I’m not gonna get diaper rash!” Momiji’s voice dropped to a humiliated whisper, accompanied by a bashful nudge to the doctor’s arm. The tap drew Hatori’s eyes down to the blond boy, and he simply shrugged, as if to say that he agreed and didn’t count on it happening. However, as he was looking at the boy, he noted a slight squirm in the way he stood, a little tension in his legs that pressed them together for a moment, only to start up a renewed burst of worried fidgeting. If he had ever had children, he would have doubtless recognized the motions as a potty dance, a young boy’s blushing attempt to hold it for just a little while longer.

“Better to be safe about things, though.” The doctor shifted the diapering supplies into the crook of his arms, starting to carry them towards the check-out line. He shrugged to himself, inwardly concluding that Momiji was just nervous – he was seventeen and shopping for diapers for himself, after all. It was natural. Hatori didn’t know, of course, that the teen had been holding it, just a little, when they first got in the car. He didn’t know that he’d been crossing his legs by the time they stepped into the pharmacy – and he didn’t realize that Momiji was putting off going, now, because he just couldn’t bring himself to look at the solemn doctor and say, “Can you hold my diapers? I have to go to the bathroom.”

The pair had just made it up to the check-out, settling their purchases up in front of the man at the register, when the boy let out a little gasp. Hatori looked over, surprised by the uncharacteristic sound, his green eyes finding the rabbit with one hand clutched over his mouth, the other resting firmly on the front of his schoolgirl shorts. He stared for a second, his mind slowly processing what this unfamiliar stance was for – and then he blinked heavily as he saw the material of the shorts darkening around Momiji’s hand.

“I…I’m going to go to the bathroom, Ha’ri,” the blonde whimpered, looking up at him with a shocked expression and searching his older friend’s face for anger or disappointment. He found only the stoic solidity that he knew so well, the grim, little line of the doctor’s lips betraying absolutely nothing. Momiji was almost tempted to hold off on his rush to the toilet, to stay and prod at his friend, to press him until he knew what he was thinking – but a renewed, embarrassing trickle sent him running off at top speed, tears slowly creeping into his eyes.
“Just come out to the car, afterwards,” Hatori called after him, before turning and producing some bills to pay the cashier. He ignored the baffled, bemused look on the man’s face as he shifted the bags that the diapers and powder and the rest of their purchases had been placed into and started to carry them outside. He had them firmly stored in the back seat and had been sitting there for a good fifteen minutes when he finally saw a blonde head poke nervously out of the pharmacy’s front door, followed by Momiji’s thin frame, drooping with humiliation.

“Sorry, Ha’ri.” Momiji slipped into the car staring at his own feet, his hands held loosely at his sides. The doctor could see, as he watched the teen sit down, that the blonde had barely made it to the restroom at all. His shorts were soaked across the front, the deep, dark stain along the crotch just barely trailing between his legs and threatening to get his bottom wet, as well. His eyes and cheeks, though, seemed to be making up for this deficit, the former welling with tears and the latter streaked with them, more and more being added with each little sniffle that the boy let out. “…I’m probably going to get your seat wet.”

“Here, hold on.” Hatori half-turned, managing to pull off his doctor’s coat with a bit of a struggle, and slid the white garment underneath the rabbit’s rear, letting him settle on it with a small squirm. “I can clean that more easily than the upholstery.”

“Thanks,” the teen murmured, before fixing his eyes firmly on the glove compartment in front of him. He almost seemed to droop, defeated, sitting there beside the doctor and trying to pretend that he hadn’t just cried his eyes out in the bathroom over his wet shorts. Finally, though, some nagging question made him glance up, eyes wide and fixed on Hatori. “Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad.” The doctor sighed softly at him, turning his head and halting his hand halfway to the ignition. He paused for a moment, and then, as if on impulse, reached over to put an arm uncertainly around the damp teen. “Surprised, maybe, but certainly not mad. I’m a doctor, after all – and you’re still better than the patients I’ve had who’ve urinated on me.”

“That’s gross, Ha’ri.” Momiji laughed and nestled into his grip for a second. Before Hatori knew it, he had brightened in earnest, a little bit of happiness seeming to flicker all across his face, even in his present, melancholy mood – and both of his arms were suddenly around the dragon’s neck, holding him close in warm, wet appreciation. “…Thanks. Again.”

“It’s really nothing to worry about.” Hatori stared at the young man for a moment, weakly returning the gesture with the arm that had already encircled him, just letting him cling until he decided to let go, a little while later. Then, finally, he started the car, leading it back along the path they had come in on. They went, as they both thought only of the embrace they had just broken and of the diapers sitting piled in the back seat, quietly, almost silently.
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