A/N- This is my first song fic and I hope you like it. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. Please review and telling me how I did.

Don't own Fruits Basket or Probably Wouldn't Be this Way by Leann Rimes

Got a date a week from Friday with a preacher's son
Everybody says he's crazy; I'll have to see

His eyes fill up once again as he studies his wardrobe wondering what to wear. The familiar scent still lingers tormenting his aching heart. It had been two years since the day his life had been destroyed. In a week he has his first date and his heart pounds with fright.

I finally moved to Jackson when the summer came
I won't have to pay that boy to rake my leaves
I'm probably going on and on
It seems I'm doing more of that these days

Despite the fact he had moved to the city during the hottest time of the year, he can still find himself at his lover's old home night after night. He finds himself missing the hyper active rabbit's hellos every time he came over to rake during the fall. He use to pay Momiji to do it so that the kid he once called annoying would visit him and his lover more often. Almost everyone watches him as he talks to empty shadows and even he has to wonder if he's losing his sanity as he fingers the crisp shirt.

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured every minute without you in it
Oh, you left so fast
Sometimes I see you standing there
Sometimes it's like I'm losing touch
Sometimes I feel that I'm so lucky to have had the chance to love this much
God gave me a moment's grace
'Cause if I never see your face
I probably wouldn't be this way

Carefully he hugs the jacket smelling heavily of tobacco close to him. It's almost as if the sleeves were filled with invisible arms and holding him tightly. At times he'd be walking down the street and burst into tears thinking he saw his beloved. He wonders if he'd still be the loud, brash teen he once had been if he had never seen that special, soft smile.

Mama says that I just shouldn't speak to you
Susan says that I should just move on
You ought to see the way these people look at me
When they see me 'round here talking to this stone
Everybody thinks I've lost my mind
But I just take it day by day

His eyes wander over the tombstone as he tells his beloved about his day. His fingers caress the smooth, cold stone willing it to become flesh. He hears them approaching like they do everyday. Yuki just watches him in his own sad way without pitying him. Barely making a sound he falls into Shigure's arms and the dog whispers that it's not healthy to talk to the grave of their friend. He wants to scream that the man wasn't just his friend, but his lover. Everyone already knows that, though. Tohru reassures him by laying a hand on his shoulder while telling him that he needs to let the man go and find someone to care for, that it would make his lover happy. Every day it's the same, but he refuses to look into the future any more. He sobs against the man's chest knowing that behind his smile he thinks he's just as insane as the Head. He almost wishes he could just die, but he promised his loved one that he would never kill himself.

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured every minute without you in it
Oh, you left so fast
Sometimes I see you standing there
Sometimes I feel an angel's touch
Sometimes I feel that I'm so lucky to have had the chance to love this much
God gave me a moment's grace
'Cause if I never see your face
I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't be this way

They sit down for dinner and his eyes pass over the empty spot where the man sat before. Shigure had insisted on Tohru making him a decent meal so here he is sitting next to the rat with the dog at the head and Tohru opposite the writer. He can close his eyes and feel angel's wings wrap around him. He hates himself for being to weak to save the one he loved. Loathing the man who hurt him more for the fact that he killed his lover than his own injuries. He recalls waiting up all night at Shigure's for the man to come then receiving news that Akito had gone to far this time. His own wounds only throbbed more at the sound of the Head's name. It wasn't until he placed the first heap of dirt of the casket did he realize the truth.

Got a Date a week from Friday with a preacher's son
Everybody says I'm crazy
Guess I'll have to see

He lies on their bed gazing at the clock as it slowly turns to midnight. His crimson's light up as the man slides in beside him and even though he knows it's his imagination that the man's there and solid he falls into his arms. He remembers his first time with the strong man and how gentle he had been. "I love you," the man whispered holding him tightly as he recovered from the pleasure and he clung to his lover silently telling him the same. "I love you Hatori," he says softly as one tear rolls down his cheek and he blinks to clear his vision only to find Yuki staring down at him understanding in his eyes. He glances at the outfit he had picked out for his date with the rat next week. It's the same red t-shirt and tan cargos he wore for his last date with the doctor.