This has been in my head for several days now, so I thought I'd get it out. Thanks so much for reading, R&R if you please. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. I would be so much happier if I did.
Warnings: boyxboy. don't like it, please, turn around now.
I don't really understand why I feel the way that I feel. I guess, in a way, I've always loved Kyou. I wasn't ever really allowed to, but those rules don't seem to apply to emotions. I've loved him for as long as I can remember. But as time goes on, it just gets harder to hide it. Every time he passes me in the hallway or I catch him in the kitchen, I just want to run up and hug him as tight as I can and tell him just how much I love him. I know it's not possible, but hey, a guy can dream, right?
"It's been raining pretty hard these past few days, hasn't it, Miss Honda?"
"Yes, it has. I'm not too upset about it though. We don't have to go out and water the secret base when it rains like this."
"I guess you're right."
I was speaking with Tohru on the front porch. She had made some tea, and we were talking about nothing in particular. Actually, my mind was completely on other things, things that I'm not sure she entirely understands. I told her about my feelings towards Kyou, and for a while it seems like she understood. But recently, she's gotten rather distant, and that scares me for some reason. I guess I had gotten a little distant too, but that hadn't ever stopped her before.
After the last time Shishou had taken off Kyou's beads, he took off. Something tells me that he took off with Shishou, but he was still gone none the less. Word from the main house is that Shishou is in the United States, so I can only hope that that's where Kyou is: nice and safe and sound. They'd been gone for months now, and his absence had only made me more withdrawn. Every day I came home hoping that he'd be there wanting to punch me in the face, just so I could see him, just so I could be near him again. Oh well, I thought to myself. He'll be back eventually, right?
"Yuki, are you finished with your tea? I was going to go back inside and clean up."
"Oh yes, I'm finished. Thank you Miss Honda, you really are very sweet," I said with a smile. Tohru was wonderful, but she just wasn't for me. She was my sister, not my lover. It was weird to think of her that way.
"Oh no! Thank you!" She bowed several times, even though I'm pretty sure she knows that she doesn't need to by now, took my empty cup and went back inside. After a few more minutes of sitting out in the rain, I decided to go inside as well. All I could think of out here was Kyou, and that sure wasn't helping my mood. The rain always made me sad, with it being so cold and windy and grey, and without Kyou, well, that feeling just got stronger.
I walked around the house for a bit before finally deciding to sit down at the table. The heater was on, so I promptly stuck my feet under the padding under the table and let them thaw for a little bit. My feet were always cold and the rainy weather wasn't helping them much either. I heard Tohru at the sink, tea cups jingling against each other as she rinsed them and put them out to dry. I looked over at the clock on the wall, and its long arms said 9:22. I knew it was late, my alarm was set for 4:30 the following morning, but I wasn't tired. Tohru, on the other hand, came promptly out of the kitchen after she had finished drying the teapot.
"I'm going to bed Yuki. Is there anything you need done before I go?"
"No thank you Miss Honda. You go upstairs and have yourself a good night's sleep, alright?"
"I will. Thank you so much. Good night!"
I turned back to the clock as I heard her go up the stairs. I listened while her feet tapped each step, and then she slid the door to her room open and then closed. The clock wasn't helping; it now read 9:25. Shigure was already asleep and had been for about an hour. He had been helping Ayame move a large shipment of fabric into his shop and came home exhausted. So, being the only one left in the house that was still awake, I started to think. Never really a good thing to think when you're sad, but there wasn't much else to do. I started to think about school tomorrow, all of my student council responsibilities and plans for the next few events, Tohru's leftover rice and teriyaki chicken in the refrigerator, what Kyou was doing in the States. Wait, Kyou? Of course. Of course my mind had wandered to Kyou. I missed him too much to not think about him. I wondered if it was raining much where he was. He never did particularly well in the rain, it always made him too tired to do anything. He was so much more fun to watch when he was energetic. His big red eyes would glare like he'd set them on fire, and he'd go out and do something. When his eyes were like that, it was usually because he was trying to beat the snot out of me, but I didn't mind. He hadn't landed a punch, or a kick or anything else, in years, and it was just wonderful to be near him. All too often I'd get too excited and actually fight back. I'd hurt him way too many times. Sometimes I meant it, because he'd been so stupid or so uncaring, but most of the time I didn't.
The rain was getting heavier and the noise it made on the house was getting fiercer. I was starting to worry about the doors, with them being paper and all, but I knew that Shigure had rain-proofed them so I didn't actually have anything to worry about. The lightning got brighter and the thunder got louder, and there was one thunder crash that actually made the house shake a little. Must be getting closer, I thought. Actually, now that I think about it, the sound was kind of numbing. All I could think of was the rain, and it was actually starting to push Kyou out of my mind. It's not like I didn't like him being there, but it was starting to get too sad for me. All of the traces of him around the house were almost gone. The milk was never gone, there were no funny noises coming from the roof, there was no one waiting to ambush me in the morning, and his towel, which was still hanging in the bathroom, didn't smell like him anymore. Oh, just stop thinking about him. You'll drive yourself crazy, just go to bed. I pulled my feet out from under the warm table and stood up. I was just about to head towards the staircase, when I heard a noise that I wasn't expecting to hear. For a second I thought it sounded like thunder, but it wasn't. Someone was knocking on the door. Actually, now that I listened to it, it sounded like someone was trying to pat at the door. Like a cat trying to get into a closed off room. Ha, a cat. That's not ironic at all. I walked over to the front door and tried to open it, but the wind was blowing so hard that I could barely move it. I took a good grip on the handle and pushed it over. I was starting to think that my senses were just trying to fool me, because I saw something that I wasn't expecting to see. I don't even know how to explain it. I forced the door open and I saw what looked like a man crouched over, leaning on the side of the house with his fist up to the door. So that's what was making that noise. I thought I was still fooling myself because what I saw next surprised me even more. This man had what was once bright orange hair. It was darker now, probably because it was all wet from the rain, but I'd know that head anywhere. He looked up at me, and I saw two big red eyes, defiantly weakened by the rain. He smiled at me.
"Yuki," Kyou mumbled.