Lord Cynic: "I thought about adding this to "One rice ball, two hearts" but decided against it. That's pretty much it. Enjoy!"
Lord Cynic: "I don't own Fruits Basket."
Monster & Maiden
The monster runs,
Its secret revealed.
Its future lost,
Its fate sealed.
The girl watches,
Her eyes wide with fright.
Her frozen form gazing,
As the monster vanishes from sight.
Its mind becomes shrouded,
In desperation and despair.
Its heavy footsteps stomping
Without a pause to care.
Her body springs to action,
Her resolve fully steeled.
She dashes after the beast,
To tell it how she feels.
It collapses by the river,
Its body weakened, its spirit low.
Its growls echo throughout the forest,
As it suffers emotional blows.
Her stomach wretches,
From the stench of the transformed beast.
She stops to grab much-needed breaths,
And a rest for minutes at least.
Its head hangs to face the ground,
Contemplating its last sane thoughts.
A battle with his monstrous instincts,
Is a battle lost long before it is fought.
Through the mass of forest trees,
And with terror deep in her gut,
She finds its sapped, pitiful form,
Buried in a psychological rut.
It roars for her to rack off,
To leave it to its wretched existence.
She ignores, he lashes out in anguish,
Trying to keep an unreachable distance.
She refuses to leave,
Latching on with a steel-like grip.
Staring pleadingly at the beast,
Who suffers a severe, traumatic guilt trip.
He succumbs to her sobbing pleas,
And reverts to human form true.
He assures that her wants and complaints,
Are perfectly reasonable too.
They return to the house,
With a deeper understanding in their souls.
Their friendship grows ever stronger,
And their strength makes them whole.