Disclaimer. I don't own Fruits Basket, the characters, or anything affiliated to it in any way. Oh, and I don't own that girl from Utena, either.

Watch This Tape and You Will Know.

Akito stared into his hands, his palms.. his palms were bleeding. He yelled for Hatori, not too much more than annoyed at this sudden hemorrhage of his grasp.

But he waited for a long time. Hatori never came.

Akito looked at his palms again, puzzled. The claret all on the floor.

Akito started to cry.

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it.

The rain was creeping through the barricade of the window, the wind a forceful ally to the invading rain.
Akito cried out, waking up. Was that a dream? He frantically searched his hands and the floor around his bed. Nothing.

Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.

Akito frowned, and called for Hatori, just to be sure. Hatori walked into the room, with puzzled written on his face.

"Hatori, bring my tea."

And Hatori was gone, Akito almost falling out of the bed while he was getting out and further.

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.

When Hatori came back into the room, Akito was sitting in his bed, and Hatori brought the tea over.

"Hatori, will you sit with me a while?" A strange request.

No, no.. a mystifying request.

The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.


Hatori nodded, giving Akito a questioning look.

They sat there for a while, Akito as silent and still as.. as snow.

"Hatori, you're as cold as snow."

Was that his imagination?

I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.

Akito stared into the portrait of Hatori's further confused face. "Hatori." Akito's hand found it's way to the side of Hatori's face.

I said, "There is nothing I can do for you that you can't do for yourself."
He said, "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."

Hatori sat there, in his own thoughts, while Akito started to run his hand through Hatori's wispy hair.

So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure. Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

Akito was leaning against Hatori now, both of them saying nothing.

Until the silence shattered.

"Akito.. do you like the snow?"

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.

Thank you.