A/N: I decided to start a collection of one – shot songfics for Fruits Basket since I have so many ideas. The first one is about Kyo. Its angst again, that seems to be the only thing I'm writing recently. I'm also not using the entire song, just parts of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or the song "See Me, Feel Me", that belongs to The Who.
See me
The people mill about me staring at me, accusing me. They say nasty things, assuming that I don't understand. I may be just a child but I understand the hate and fear thrown my way. I stand in a corner as far away from the hateful eyes as I can get.
Why can't they see me for who I am? I am not a monster; I am a child, a human. I am Kyo Sohma. I have a name, yet people don't seem to realize that.
They wonder why I'm not crying, even though I just lost my mother. They stare at me and avoid me as if I'm a virus that's going to affect them. They stare at me yet they don't see me.
My name is Kyo.
I'm human, can't you see?
You're hurting me, you're breaking me, and you don't even notice.
Feel me
I have feelings too. Those words that you're throwing at me, they're painful, they hurt. Yet you won't stop.
Don't you people have any feelings? Don't you feel even slightly guilty about what you're saying? I think you're the monsters, not me. You say these things so carelessly, so emotionlessly. You don't even bat an eye. How can you be so heartless? How can you be so cruel?
Touch me
I wish one of you would bump into me, accidently brush against me. Maybe then you'll actually notice me, maybe then you'll stop these cruel words.
I walk away, towards the gardens. No one notices me leave. It's like I'm a ghost, simply there. Hearing the words, seeing the actions, yet not being able to do anything to stop them.
I stop walking when I come to a small pond. I stare at the fish swimming lazily around without a care in the world. I'm jealous of them, I almost wish I could dive in with them, drown the world out.
"It's not my fault!" I burst out, stomping my feet on the ground. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes, so close to falling. But I will not them out, I will not show weakness. I will not.
I hear footsteps coming toward me, and I whip my head around to face whoever was coming.
Heal me
A tall man in a yukata appeared in front of me. I had never seen this man before. I mentally prepare myself for whatever insults he had to throw at me.
Instead he smiled; he smiled and said 'It's all right.'
I stare at him in utter disbelief. I couldn't believe it, was someone actually being nice to me? Did someone care?
"It's not my fault!" I said again.
The man bent down in front of me, the smile never leaving his face, and said 'I know.'
As the tears broke free from their cage and began to flow down my face, I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was hope.
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