You sneak a quick peek at the small creatures at your doorstep. They are stumbling about, there is little to no order in their fragile movements. Your master would not be impressed, but you feel drawn to them. You feel drawn to their clumsy amusement. You want to join them. Everybody in here is busy; you suppose you could escape, just for a moment. Your small frame slips through the solemn crowd. As you reach the children, you feel the cool crisp air attack your delicate face. Their glances alarm you; their whispers make you want to run. But you don't, you just stand there. An older child with auburn hair and rosy cheeks invites you to join them. You can't resist their now playful eyes, you follow them without question. They play games, games that are foreign to you. At first it is tense, but little by little, they include you. Soon you are running around, barely thinking about where you are going or what you are doing. One child touches your shoulder, and you shiver in response. People don't normally touch you. But their smile shows good intentions, and you play along in response. You hear ringing laughter, the sound is new to you. You start to forget about your purpose, just one peek, just one little look at these mysterious creatures. You feel a touch again, but this time it is not gentle. This time, the perpetrator is not a happy child. The man is old and has lines on his face, he looks as if he has never once smiled- or been happy. He takes you inside, you're scolded. How stupid were you? To think that you could actually play with those children. "They are vermin. You mustn't associate with them." They shriek, but you don't listen listening. You look outside, it's raining now. The children are gone, and their presence is replaced by ice-cold drops of nothingness. It's as if the rain is to wash away the memory. Master walks in, she swiftly slaps you across your small, tear-streaked face. "Don't you understand? This isn't about you, don't cry. That's selfish. You are a selfish child." She says. You sit there obediently, knowing there is worse to come. "You don't realize. Do you think its fun being a monster? Do you think I want to isolate you? Other people don't understand us, they would hate you!" Her shouting turned into whispers, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away. She wants to protect you, she won't admit it, but she loves you. Even if it is a sick, twisted love, she loves you. So you have a decision to make. Do you leave for small moments of happiness, or do you live in this cold, dark realm with the one you love?
Author's Note- I do not own Fruits Basket! I know this story is pretty weird, and my L.A. teacher would probably slap me for using second-person perspective. But I like it, so if that kind of thing annoys you, don't read it. There is actually little Fruits Basket reference in here, but the intention is for- well, actually, I'll let you decide. The creatures are children, if you didn't catch that (even though it's pretty obvious). So yeah, just a little flash-fiction. Read and Review, please!