Author's Note: Now for my second Christmas fanfiction while I'm still ungrounded. I flipped my history teacher the bird, so I doubt I'll be around for anymore when the referral gets processed :( Anyway... This is a Fruits Basket, my coupling from Bunny Love, but it's alternate universe. First off... Momiji is poor. Secondly... his mother does love him, but she's dying (If you've listened to Christmas Shoes, you'll understand why this is the way it is), and finally... some things would obviously be different, such as Masahiro, playing the man, getting pulled off by Momiji to see his mother. Anyway... enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the manga Fruits Basket nor the song or movie The Christmas Shoes. All rights go to their respective owners. I am just a fan who decided to combine the two into a little song fic.
Momiji's Christmas Shoes
Who
would have ever guessed I'd find love in the middle of shopping
during the holidays? Funny how life throws a twist or two in your
direction, eh? It was almost Christmas
time, there I stood in another line His
clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe Sir, I want to buy these shoes for
my Mama, please Could
you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
Tryin' to buy that last
gift or two, not really in the Christmas moodI
was trying my best to keep my patience and I was tapping my feet,
glancing at my watch every two seconds, but I noticed the boy in
front of me seemed worse then me.
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting
anxiouslyHe had blonde hair, he
looked somewhat foreign, and his brown eyes, almost rabbit-looking,
tall as they were open, looking at the object within his hands,
though I did not catch what it was yet as he kept moving.
Pacing
'round like little boys doMy eyes
kept wandering, trailing him and the object in his hands, until I
could finally make out what they were. I did not speak as it did not
bother me, though I wondered why he was holding them still.
And
in his hands he held a pair of shoesShoes...
A pair of women's shoes in a box. I figured it might be a Christmas
present for someone within his family, but if for himself, who was I
to complain? It was his lifestyle, right?
And when it came his time to
payWe walked forward, him in front of
me still and me behind him. When he put the shoes up, he also placed
some money in front of it as well. I looked at it and noticed... He
was still short on some cash.
I
couldn't believe what I heard him sayBut
then he began to speak. The words that came out of his mouth... were
beautiful in my opinion, even to one such as me who did not believe
in a concept such as God or his son, whether Jesus was real or
not.
It's
Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size"It's
Christmas Eve and these shows are just her size."
You see she's been sick for quite a while"You
see... she's been sick for quite a while."
And
I know these shoes would make her smile"And
I know these shoes would make her smile."
And
I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight"And
I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight."
Such
a selfless heart and a selfless mind... Something that someone like
me has never seen before... I wanted to treasure it forever, but then
the man began to count the boy's money. He
counted pennies for what seemed like years So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out Sir, I want to
buy these shoes for my Mama, please I
knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
Then the cashier said, "Son,
there's not enough here"When
the cashier was finished, he raised his head up and shook it at the
boy softly. "Son, there's not enough here," he said softly,
pushing the shoes away. "You're gonna have to return these if
you don't have the money for it."
He
searched his pockets franticallyThe
boy began to go through his pockets quickly, turning them inside out
and coming up with nothing. It was sad... truely very sad... But he
didn't seem to have a frown on his face as he turned.
Then
he turned and he looked at meHis
eyes wandered into mine, so big and so brown. My eyes looked into his
and I hoped it was not with my usual trademark glare because I didn't
want to scare him. It would be a shame if I did."
He
said Mama made Christmas good at our houseHe
gave me a soft, sad smile. "Mama made Christmas good at our
house," he said softly.
Though
most years she just did withoutHis
eyes then fell, though the sad smile remained on his face. "Though...
most years she just... did without it."
Tell
me Sir, what am I going to do,He
then looked back up at me and I felt sad as he continued looking at
me with his sad smile. "Tell me... Sir... what am I going to
do?"
Somehow I've got to buy her
these Christmas shoesI could see the
tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "Somehow... Somehow...
I've just got to buy her these Christmas shoes."
I'll never forget the look on
his face when he saidI took the
shoes, then turned towards the boy and handed him the shoes softly.
"Here you go," I said. His eyes brightened up, his smile
becoming bigger, more realistic as he took the shoes into his hand.
Mama's gonna look so great"Thank
you... Mama's... Mama's gonna look so great," the boy said to
me. I noticed the tears were still in his eyes, however... I guess he
was that happy about it.
It's Christmas
Eve and these shoes are just her size"I
have no more money, so if you want me to buy you anything else..."
I began. "Could you come with me please?" the boy asked.
"... Huh?" Now I was greatly confused.
Could
you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time"Why?"
I asked. The boy smiled up at me. "Silly. Mama would like to
thank you for helping me," he said. "... ... ... Inviting
me to your house when you hardly know me is kinda dumb, right?"
I asked.
You see she's been sick for
quite a while"She's in the
hospital though," the boy said, then, before I could speak more,
he tugged at my arm and began to pull me along with him. "H-Hey...
Come on," I said, but he didn't listen to me, so I sighed and
just began to follow.
And I know these
shoes would make her smileWe
travelled down the snow covered roads towards the hospital, the boy
moving rather eagerly while I just trailed behind. I noticed the
hospital looked rather run-down, but maybe it was better then
nothing... maybe.
And I want her to
look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonightWe
walked into the main lobby. I had given him my name, Masahiro
Watanabe, and he had given me his, Momiji Sohma. People seemed to
watch us as we walked past. I was used to such stares; my foster
parents gave them to me all the time. However, as we walked in the
room... I noticed a man crying over a still woman.
The
man looked up at the boy and shook his head. "... I'm sorry,
Momiji... She fell asleep... I thought she'd wake up, but..." Sir, I want to buy these shoes
for my Mama, please
As
he thanked me and ran outI looked at
the woman and could see the boy's facial expression drop softly as he
walked towards her, the corpse of his mother.
I
knew that God had sent that little boyHe
opened the box and took the shoes out, placing them on the woman's
feet softly and tying them together. I could not see the point in it,
but... I didn't speak anyway... It was obvious he was doing what he
felt was right.
To remind me just what
Christmas is all aboutAfter tying the
last show on, his face lifted up in another sad smile, the same one
he had at the store, and he began to speak again. I listened to the
words and I could tell he was crying as they sounded strained and
sad.
It's
Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size"He's
a really nice person... I'm sure you would've liked to meet him...
And I... I hope you like your new present." I saw the tears
dripping to the ground now. It wrenched my heart open.
Could
you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time"He...
He paid for it after all... To help me get it for you... Because I
couldn't afford it..." Momiji broke down crying now. I kept my
cool. I didn't want to show any weakness. The man, Momiji's father, I
guessed, looked at me with a soft smile on his face.
You
see she's been sick for quite a while"Thanks...
Her happiness means the world to Momiji... And I'm sure she's very
happy up in Heaven now," he said to me. Could this be God's
almighty love, the love all those Christians believe in? It feels
so... real...
And I know these shoes
would make her smile"I'm sure
she is, sir," I said softly, smiling as I nodded. "And I
pray you'll get to reunite with her when it's your time as well."
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus
tonight"Well it was nice seeing
you, Masa-chan," the man said, shaking my hand. I shook his as
well. "It's a pleasure," I replied softly. "... Thank
you, truely, for what you've done," he said. I nodded, then I
walked out of the room.
And I want her
to look beautifulThe minute I closed
the door and walked outside the hospital, tears began streaming down
my face. I had been hurt before, but to see someone's family torn
like that... It hurts a lot... Especially after what he had been
through to get his mother those shoes. If Mama meets Jesus tonight
The true meaning of Christmas... is about giving to others... not recieving... Because when you can give to another person, even if you don't know them... You have accomplished something wonderful... Even if you don't know it.
(Next Day)
He went to my school. He went to my school and I never even knew it. We met after class and we discussed different things. However... what happened afterwards... I'll never forget. He thanked me again... then he kissed me before running off to go home.
The next day, I found out he got evicted, so I offered him some room in my house. As long as I paid for everything, my foster parents didn't give a damn. I tried to talk his father into coming with me, but he said he wouldn't be able to face Momiji again penniless, so he went off to get a job and left me to care for the young-looking teenage boy.
It's funny how one minute you buy a pair of shoes for someone who wants to give them to his mother who just died after falling asleep... ok, maybe not so funny there... but then that same boy you ended up helping out... comes to live with you and become someone you cherish dearly.
FinNot as good as my Hellsing one, but that was made to be comedic while this was made to be the kind of story you go "Awwwww" at the end of.
