Disclaimer: Yuki does not belong to me, nor does Fruits Basket.
Quiet
It is times like this when Yuki allows himself to relax. When everything is quiet – when he is on the borderline of consciousness and dreamland – and the only sounds he hears are his own breathing.
He lies on his bed, at peace with the world, staring at the white ceiling. His eyes trace the tiny cracks in the wall and then he shuts them, breathing out, relaxing.
It is that special time when he isn't quite awake enough to remember anything, and not asleep enough to completely shut off. It is the time when he doesn't have to think of anything, doesn't have to do anything, just there, just being.
It is rarely ever this quiet, but Yuki finds a peaceful solace in this time he has with the quiet world. It is comforting, the way it is only Yuki, the bed pressing against his back, and the ceiling with the familiar cracks.
Yuki closes his eyes slowly, and the faint trace of a smile outlines his lips.
It is times like this that Yuki is almost happy..end.