Your Guardian Angel
By Jay Bird12
Summary: When Hatsuharu receives the news that Kisa has gone missing one rainy day, he is determined to find her and bring her home. (Based on Kisa's first appearance in the manga)
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of its characters, nor do I claim to.
Author's Note: I've wanted to do a piece like this for awhile now, after reading this chapter in the manga again and looking at some of the art done at the beginning of the chapters that feature Haru and Kisa. If you look at these pictures, you really get the sense that Haru cares a lot for Kisa, and it seems like he wants to protect her. That's the kind of feeling I wanted to get across in this story. You can tell me if I succeeded. Sorry the POV is a little strange, and that it's so short. He's kind of talking to Kisa, but in his mind. oo;
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"Kisa's missing."
Just those two words make me snap to attention. Coming out of my usual melancholy, I immediately stand up, and my eyes scan the horizon outside of the nearby window. Rain is pounding down in a steady rhythm, but it doesn't faze me at all. I just know I have to find you.
As I rush out of the main estate, the rain picks up, and by this time it is cascading down on me in heavy sheets, completely soaking my clothes and making my white bangs hang stringy in my face. It has cooled the summer air so much that I can see my breath coming out in puffs as I race forward. But none of this registers in my mind. The only thought I have stuck on repeat is your mother's face as she says those two words over and over again.
I made a promise to you a long time ago. I said that I would always protect you. I told you that I would be there for you whenever you needed me, that I would be your guardian angel and keep you safe from the all the bastards and misfortunes in the world. But I had failed you miserably. I had been too concerned with my own troubles recently to realize how much you were suffering. Then, you stopped talking, and it was too late for me to save you. Now I am determined to make it up to you.
I keep running, stopping only to search under bushes and behind gates, anywhere somebody your size could get to. The reason for your flight doesn't concern me. I just need to find you soon. My little sister. Yes, that's what I call you to myself. Even though we are only cousins, I feel as if I have the obligation to be your older brother, your protector. It is my job to bring you home, now.
Suddenly, through the hazy fog which has started to accumulate, I see a tiny shivering form huddled at the side of the road. I recognize your orange hair – fur now, I suppose – immediately, and make my way over. As I bend down to lift your miniature tiger form, I whisper my own two words into your ear.
"Found you."