Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Fruits basket or Final Fantasy VIII.
Chapter 1
Shigure looked out over the balcony; not without first having to get threw a tangle of curtains. His countenance betrayed all emotion. "It's starting". Casually reaching into his pocket for a silver cigarette case and lighter. Taking a glance about the room, a smile playing on his lips "anyone care to give me a light?" His expression conveyed mock disappointment as he sweat dropped and lowered his head. His body tends to slump over when disappointed. "It's just you and me tonight then" he stated, looking gladly at his cigarette.
Just as he leaned in for his third pull of his cigarette he stopped suddenly. He began to feel and hear the reverberation of a drum or bass given the depth, through the glass of the window where he stood and beneath the pale green carpet of the guest reception room. It wasn't irritating or insistent given the rhythmic beat of what Shigure guessed was a large drum. "It's hypnotic". He began Chuckling lightly to himself "hmm- how fitting. I wonder if the sorceress picked out the parade chant herself. Because she definitely picked out the floats and air balloons for the occasion" he glanced over at the oversized harlequin clown bobbing back and forth beside the mansion." They look sort of creepy swaying in the night breeze like that. "Though Not as creepy as Yuki's expression in the mornings, I can't decide if it's murderous intent or just plain old mal content". Pulling his thoughts away from his younger cousin he looked back at the harlequins. "Doesn't that caraway fellow mind those balloons being tied down in his garden?" "They're the size of a house!...well not my house anyway". They aren't even friendly looking…evil creatures parading as decorative clowns". "Ha! Parade indeed. Ahh the witty humour of a novelist". "Kyo would have surely drop kicked me out this window for that crack". He laughed.
Shigure tilted his head and smiled. Closing his eyes he began listening to the parade music which seemed to permeate throughout the walls of the mansion, and the town itself it would seem. The words he could barely make out but the chant was unmistakable…Fithos…Lusec…Wecos..Vinosec .A foreign chant he thought. Clash! Shigure's eyes flew open. One of the wine glasses on the shelf by the door had jumped away from the wall and hit the floor, probably due to the volume of the parade two streets over he thought. Reaching over for his coat on the back of one of the chairs he quickly put his cigarette out. "I think it's time that I left".