A probably-will-be-short story on Yuki and Machi. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruit Basket. I only own the plot.
Melted Away
Freezing Up
It's no use…
Entrusting everything on "hope"
The world has nothing to offer
But perfection.
Perfection…
Such a horrible thing
I hate it
For it was perfection that lead me up to this
Such hatred I feel for this thing
Living this life is useless now
Perhaps the "me" right now should leave
And be replaced with a different me
Yes…
That would be best
After all, I am already frozen…
Machi believes that she is nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. When she holds out her hand, reaching for something or someone to grasp on, there is nothing. No one will ever reach out their hand to pull her up. No one. Even if she disappeared off the face of Earth no one would care. Not even her family. Life is always like this for Machi. She iced up her heart, showing no warmth to anyone. She has lost "hope" on the hand that will reach out for hers, accepting her. There is no way anything like that would exist, for her. No possible way.
So, Machi Kuragi's heart started freezing up.
When it was up to the point where it would be completely encased in ice,
That was when,
The hand that Machi had always wished for,
Reached out for her.