Title: A Reason for Existing
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Friendship, Yaoi
Category: Fruits Basket
Pairing: Ayame and Ritsu
Summary: And so we embark on the tale of two complete opposites who somehow fell in love...
Author's Note: This is not the first Fruits Basket story I've written..it's the first one I am posting. Please do be gentle, but do not refrain from giving me constructive criticism. I do not cower away from it, I embrace it. So do not be afraid to give me your honest opinion! On a lighter note, please enjoy my story. :)
Prologue:
There's a five year old boy running on the grounds of a large and anything but modest estate. He has honey colored hair with eyes to match and he's laughing as if he has no cares in the world. His long but somewhat chubby legs carry him as fast he can go; after a minute, he approaches a group of four boys.
These four boys seem to welcome him in with a friendly if not merely polite manner, continuing with their conversation but allowing him to join in. The five year old boy watches with his wide eyes, seeming to be at awe with whatever the boys are talking about. They all appear to be a few years younger than him, but not by much. Three of them look as if they are eight, while the shortest of them all looks to be maybe six or seven.
One of the older boys in particular seems to be the one that the small boy is focusing on the most. He has shoulder length white hair and bright yellow eyes, something which can be easily looked over. This boy seems to be the most cheerful of them all, laughing whole heartedly and resting on his shoulder on the raven haired boy next to him who shrugs him off with an expressionless face. This seems to make him falter, losing his overly confident air for just a second before a grin appears on his face and he nudges another boy next to him, one who is the same age as him. He whispers to him and they laugh, sharing some satisfyingly secret inside joke.
As for the small boy, he just stares with a painfully wistful look on his face. Being around them is a joyful, happy experience for him. But he wants more...he wants to be their friend. How can he their friend, though, when he is such a disgrace to the family name? They all hate him; he's useless.
The white haired boy whispers something else to the other boy who he seems to be closest with, the one with shaggy black hair. The shaggy-haired boy then looks at the five year old and places a hand on his head, saying something immature but insulting to a child's ears. This makes tears appear in those honey eyes and he begins to apologize frantically, sobbing crazily. The shaggy boy only laughs, gesturing to the serious-faced boy, who takes him by the arm and drags him away with a blank look in his eyes. The kid with dark brown hair looks at the white-haired boy, then quickly walks off. The brunette boy worships the boy with the shaggy black hair, and he wants to protect him from the wrath of the serious boy.
This leaves us with only the small five year old and the taller than average boy with strikingly yellow eyes. The older one kneels down on his knees, ignoring the dirt stains that will almost surely be on his navy blue school pants. He murmurs a few words to the younger boy, a regretful and guilty look on his face. It's alright, he assures him, he didn't mean it. Don't cry...
Wiping the tears away, the small child listens and nods. Smiling softly, the yellow-eyed boy pats his honey-colored head of soft hair then gets up, walking away and gesturing for the younger boy- who is now identified as a relative of his -to follow him.
This seems to put the young child in even more awe, but he slowly nods again. Grinning, his older relative turns around and begins to walk off to his destination.
Before he follows after him, the child places a hand on his head. He cannot believe what has just occurred. It seems almost surreal, and he is sure that he is dreaming. But that would be too cruel, and so he pinches himself...he yelps out in pain.
So this is all happening...the boy whom he looks up to has showed immense kindness towards him. How wonderfully splending and magnificent and any other word...but words cannot describe how he feels at this one very moment. Words cannot even come close to it at all.
'I will be just like Ayaa-Niisan...' he whispers to himself as he runs to catch up with the older boy. 'I will be, I'll show everyone...'
With that, he reaches the boy.
Author's Note: It's not very long, but it's only the prologue. The real story will start soon. In case there is any confusion, the 'honey-colored hair boy' is Ritsu. The white-haired boy is Ayame, the boy with shaggy black hair is Shigure, the serious boy is Hatori, and the brunette boy is Kureno. Alrighty then...look forward to updates soon! :)