To be Needed
By Katia-chan
A/N: Thanks to certain people. . . coughs Windswift. . . I have been seized with a new bout of inspiration! So here's another one-shot for yall, this time Fruits Basket. Not much to say here. . .
Enjoy!
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Ayame walked out of Shigure's house, following Hatori as usual. The visit hadn't ended well, and that was no surprise to him. He'd known before he went that things would be the same as they always were. He'd known that even if Yuki had been at the end of his rope that they still wouldn't have talked, he himself wouldn't have been the one his younger brother ran to for help and comfort.
Climbing into the car he glanced out the window, back at the house and let out the quietest of sighs. Hatori glanced at him as he pulled away from the house and gave a slight shake of his head. "Give it time," the doctor said and Ayame nodded at him. That was what everyone told him. If he just waited things would work out, but he didn't want to wait. He wanted to be the one who drew his little brother out of his shell. He wanted to be the one Yuki came to, timid and afraid. It was the only thing he wanted.
He'd hoped that this time, after having to face his worst fear again that Yuki would realize he had a strong point to come back to. It had been a feeble hope, but he'd prayed for it with all he was. To hold the younger boy, to comfort and reassure him was all he could dream for as a brother. If Yuki would realize, would come to him with his problems and fears then he would know they were moving forward, but that wouldn't happen. Yuki had Tohru now, and though Ayame loved the girl like a sister, even after knowing her for only a few days he resented her deep down, where his selfishness dwelled.
The fact that Yuki would come to her in his times of distress cut deeply, to be family and to be scorned that much hurt more than he cared to admit. Yuki needed Tohru, a little lost girl herself, though in different ways, and his own brother was pushed to the background. It was a slight he resented, no matter how much he tried to rationalize it, a wound that stung and always would. He wasn't the one Yuki needed, no matter how much he ached to be. Sighing again he turned away from the car window, he hated losing the status of guardian, but he would allow things to stay as they were, wouldn't fight it. As long as Yuki had someone to hold him up, as long as he was protected, even if it wasn't by his brother, that was all that mattered, and he could rest easy in the fact that he, for once, was doing exactly what his little brother wanted, and what he needed most.
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A/N: well. . . there you are. I hope you liked, and please review! It makes me feel loved and want to write more.
TTFN
Katia-chan