DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FURUBA (FRUITS BASKET). IF I DID, TOHRU AND YUKI WOULD HAVE ENDED UP TOGETHER. NOT HER AND KYOU!!!
chapter 1:
The air felt dense and heavy on her shoulders. The stronge wind felt like needles pinning into her delicate skin as her tiny feet strode rhythmatically on the concrete. Perfectly white snowflakes fell from the dark grey clouds above and landed ever-so gently on the ground. It was winter. The trees were bare, almost naked, without the bright green leaves. Sure, the town had put christmas lights on them to make it seem more festival. But that didn't change the sad emotions pouring out of them.
Tohru sighed and watched as her breath looked like smoke everytime she emptied her burning lungs. Her backpack felt extra heavy today, her neck aching from carrying it from school. She walked alone today. Yuki decided to leave for home early so he could get a jump start on preparing dinner. He was always like that. Making dinner for the Sohma Family. Tohru found his fascination with cooking adorable and sweet. She's told it to him thousands of times before, and it never failed to make him smile, giggling with embarrasment. She loved when Yuki was happy. It made her happy too. If he wasn't happy, neither was she. It's always been like that, and it'll probably always will.
When she was sad or depressed, Kyou was there to comfort her. Yes, she enjoyed it very much, but it didn't seem like enough. Tohru cares for the stubborn, pig-headed cat with all her heart but does she really love him? It's like a test. You study and study hours on end for it to be sure you pass. You answer all the questions thinking you got them right, then you get the test back, and you find your answers had been wrong.
Everytime Tohru was with Kyou, she got to know him more and more. Then, they kissed. Her answers. She told herself she loved him evey night before she fell asleep, hoping that somehow she would wake up and it would be true. She was never denied disappointment. Tohru hated that she didn't feel the same way as Kyou did of her; it tore her apart. bUt she couldn't change it. that's what hurt her the most. She wants to love Kyou, but when she reached deep into the depths of heart....nothing.
Nothing for Kyou, to be exact.
There was something alright, but for someone else. Someone who she never expected to love.
It was hard realization. Like the frigid air burned at the edges of her lungs, the truth ate away the edges of her heart; a painful wound. Tohru hated the way Kyou bowed his head and clentched his hands into fists. She hated the how he stomped away and slammed the door shut behind him, cursing under his breath. It was all because of her.
But no matter how much she wishes she loved Kyou, she couldn't deny herself any longer.
She couldn't, but she had to.
If she expelled the truth, would things change? Would Kyou hate her (more than he already does)? Would Yuki's happiness fade away? Would things be awkward?
Tohru could think of many different possible outcomes of spilling the hidden truth.
But for now, she wouldn't think any of it. She would continue as if she didn't love anyone else, like she was ok with how things were, like Kyou's anger didn't hurt her, like Yuki's cries in the middle of the night didn't bother her, like everything was peachy-keen, when in reality, everything was crumbling to pieces at her feet.
But what could she do?
She just couldn't possibly love Kyou, but she needs in her life. If only he knew how much she prays he will never leave her side.
Tohru was, and will always be by his.
She knew though, this anticipation would eventually get to her. She couldn't stand to see Kyou's life be taken away by something she did out of selfish intension.
All she wants is for Kyou to be happy. And if being with him is what it takes, then that is what she'll do.
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"I'm home!" Tohru called as she stepped inside the Sohma house and closed the door behind her.
Sighing, she pulls off her coat and sets it neatly on the arm of the couch. She tiredly trudged into the kitchen to find Yuki in a cooking apron over a boiling pot of pasta.
"Smells great. What's tonight's specialty, hm?" Tohru asked with giddiness as she glanced over his shoulder.
Yuki cocked a crooked smile and looked over at tohru from the corner of his rich, violet hue.
"It's a surprise" He said in a huksy whisper. Tohru spin around childishly and yelped.
"I love suprises!!" She squealed.
Yuki chuckled under his breath as he lifted the large wooden spoon and twirled it around in the steaming pasta. Tohru's glance fell to the floor. Her smile disappoeared and her happiness drifted away. Yuki is in love with her. She knows that. Kyou is in love with her. She hates that.
She hates that the two most important people in her life are biting each other's heads off for a stupid girl like herself. Tohru can't understand why. Why? Why do those silly boys love her so much? She's nothing special. She's nothing extraordinary. In her mind, she isn't. In their's...she's the world.
Yuki's sweet, velvet voice snapped her from her train of thought.
"W-what?" Tohru asked, blinking in confusion.
"I said, you should probably wash up. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Oh. Right, ok!" Tohru tried to bring the cheeriness back into sweet voice, but miserably she failed. Yuki noticed.
He closed his tired eyes and sighed.
'Tohru....' |
