Hello fans, dude ima writing this at school, who says school doesn't have its perks lol.
I hope you enjoy this. The prologue will be a lil…. uh…fast…I guess. I do not own Fruits basket, even though they are not in it yet, I'm still saying it so don't sue, dammit!
Please review and I'll get up the first chapter as soon as I can.
Enjoy!
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-Prologue- Who knew…
'I've seen such horrid things.'
The soccer ball rolled toward the end of the field.
"I'll get it!" he yelled, the eager child, the happy smile. It faded as he picked up the ball.
His dark sapphire eyes widened in horror.
: 'Die bitch' the man growled pulling tight on the scarf around the young blondes neck, her eyes bulging, tears streaking down her cheeks as she claws at the scarf choking her.:
He turned back to his friends pointing towards the two.
"Stop him, he's killing that lady!" he yelled to his friends, who merely gave him disgusted looks as they walked up and snatched the ball.
"Quit lying Tala," one said coldly, leaving the boy alone.
He looked back to find the image gone. He gulped slightly and ran off after his friends.
'But I was the only one who saw them…. The only one! Why?'
He ran laughing to the top of the hill, looking back to see if his new friend had kept up.
"Ta-kun?"
He called from the hill. A chill swept up his back and he turned around, his sapphire eyes locking on the old figure hanging from the tree.
: 'Goodbye.' The word hissed from the old woman's lips as her body went still, swinging back and forth from the tree, the branch creaking from each swing of the rope.:
He stared at the tree, as his friend ran up to join him. The older boy pointed at the old tree, his face set in a grin. He took no notice of his companions fear.
"The old hag who lived at the base of the hill hung herself up here. Papa said she was swinging from that branch when they found her."
'No one ever believed me……no one. Why is living so hard?'
He gave a cry of pain as the older boys foot connected with his chest.
"Freak! Quit lying!" they growled.
"You're a liar, Tala! No one died here!"
"Get going!"
He crawled to his feet and started running, his back whipping around his face, tears stinging the new scrapes.
'Why can't they see it too?' he thought angrily, his chest burning, but he refused to stop running. "Why can only I see these thing! Why is living so hard?"
He stopped collapsing to his knees. A silent voice in the back of his head screamed the answer, whispering it again like a lullaby.
'I finally now understand. Living is so hard…because dying is so easy…it's so simple.'
He smiled and laughed wordlessly, the click of the blade an endless echo in the empty woods. The branches scratched at his pale face, pulled at his hair as he graced the cold forest, as if they were trying as hard as they could to keep him from going further.
"Soon, it'll be over," he whispered stepping into a clearing.
A garden lay at him feet. He smiled as he went to his knees placing his hand against the soft wet ground.
He slid the blade out, pressing the coldness against his skin. It felt cool as if it called to what burned beneath the skin.
"I won't have to see it anymore…"
The blade bit into the skin of his pale wrist, the blade digging deeper and deeper as he moved it. Back and forth, back and forth.
Sawing as his wrist, until his world began to gray. Blood dripped like a crimson fountain, bright against the paleness of his skin. The meat torn, bone white amongst the red.
The blade fell with a soft sound as it hit the ground. He sat on his knees staring at the ground, his other hand cradling his wounded. A bare smile graced his lips, his world darkening around the corners.
"Who knew…" he whispered. "Dying…could… be so easy…?"
His mind began to flee as he felt his heart flutter and strain, craving for what he was giving away to the silence.
'I knew…'
There it is for now! Hope you enjoyed. If you didn't understand, it'll be made clearer as the chapters advance. I have to go now my teachers breathing down my neck. Later days!
-Menou-
