A/N: I was quite surprised how I didn't find many fics based on these two, so I was just compelled to write one!

My first fruits basket fanfic. This will be HaruxYuki based and it may be rated M for later chapters, not too sure yet.

I do hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter 1: Emotions

He had never understood the love that the cow bore towards him, a devotion and adoration so strong and he had no right to deserve it. He was the one that rode on the cows back in the stories legend, so surely the roles should be reversed, right?

Ever since the male had come to him that day yelling profanities at the top of his lungs, how much he'd loathed a person he'd never met. He'd told him what the animal needed to hear, and so the eyes that once gazed at him with a deep hatred had never held the same emotion; they'd never been the same. They had changed; changed to a deep compassion and a love that he now seemed to be consumed in.

There was but one thing that he couldn't quite comprehend, why all this concealed rage had been converted into such a deep and meaningful emotion such as love, it would make sense in the fact that they are both an uncontrollable emotion, Both hard to understand, yet so easily felt. Love and hate, there was such a fine line between the two, just watching Haru and how his feelings changed taught him that much. He had admired the boy, and how the little words had changed him so much, thought he still couldn't get to grips the boys irrevocable love for him.

Mind you, both males were young at the time, how as he to see the most obvious staring at him right in the face. Little Haru. He couldn't help but remember the boys cute little face, how all that anger and fury had been unleashed on him that day. His aggravation and outright furiousness, he felt so sorry for him.

He couldn't help but think though, even if it wasn't truly his fault, he felt bad at the fact he was the reason the male had this 'black' side to him. If it wasn't for him, if only he'd put the boy out of his misery sooner...

They were alike in many a ways; Akito's mental abuse and torment on his part, he was still scarred to this very day, Haru, on the other hand, well being called a fool and made fun of, they were both very truly alone.

He couldn't say he wasn't shocked by Haru so openly announcing his love to him, he was flattered to say the very least. He'd never given much thought as to whether he returned said feelings. To put it bluntly; he wasn't gay, but in reality neither was Haru, just because he'd fallen for the princes kind words and just because he so happened to be a boy proved nothing of the sorts. He'd never thought about Haru in that way and didn't even consider the thought as such were forbidden, they were a sin. Not only were they both males, but of the same family, he had never understood such Japanese traditions. It was disgusting, if you asked him anyway.

He couldn't help but wonder just one thing though, the thought, the feel, to touch. To hug someone for so long, oh how he wished to be intimate with someone on that level, such a longing. Yes, he admit he liked Ms. Honda at one point, how much he had wished he could hug her, and embrace that tiny and delicate frame of hers in his warm arms.

It felt good to be able to show someone how much you wanted to love, and be love, to feel, and to be felt. With Haru, he could have that kind of relationship, but immediately he shook the thought from his head, erasing it before it had a chance to develop.

Going to school with the male, he actually didn't mind, actually, he liked hanging around with Haru. He'd grown used to the fact that he'd cling onto him almost as if in a protective manner, wherever they went. Never could he tell the male he was uncomfortable with the gesture, he couldn't do it, most definitely not with the face Haru looked at him with.

He had never one repeated how he felt towards him; he wasn't the consistent type that would repeat himself in hope of change, he didn't want to come across as annoying.

Haru had become a recent member of their 'group' you could call it, hanging around them a lot more, as did Momiji on occasions, his usual flamboyant and energetic self, jumping and hopping around back and forth like the little rabbit he is. He admired the boy's athleticism, yet truthfully the boy could sometimes be a bit too much to handle.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having Haru around, he'd grown a fondness for the younger male, not in the romantic sense. Not that he was using him either, but he'd be the one to scare away all his fan girls, which he was eternally grateful for, they could seriously get on his last nerve. They would never dare approach or spare a glance in their direction as he clung to him securely.

Now that Tohru and Kyo were together, he was glad to have Haru around; it would be so much less awkward for him when the two went lovey dovey on each other. He and the rat still had their fights, and to be quite frank about it, he hated that stupid cat even more than before, he still had an ounce of feeling for the dear girl, but like everything else in this world seemed to be for him, she was just out of his reach...

Haru POV

The prince had saved him that day, saved him from all his torment, the hurtful remarks, how could he not love him? His elegant and graceful wisdom, words that rolled off his tongue, so inspiring, he aspired to be like him. He had set him free. Set his heart free, which now wondered off to where Yuki now owned his heart.

He would sometimes wonder why the rat would tolerate his obsessive, and the way he would cling to him as if he were an obsession, but it was more than that, just so much more. Oh how he would do more than just cling to him, how he yearned, longed so desperately for the touch, that none other than he could give him. He knew he couldn't though, he had to respect his distance, he could do nothing more without the rat pushing him away and cursing him for his boldness. He didn't need to attempt such an act to know his reaction. The rat was unpredictable.

He enjoyed hanging around Yuki and begun hanging around him more frequently, and he didn't seem to mind either, which he was overwhelmed about, without a doubt.

The way when he changed into 'Black Haru' Yuki would always be the one that could make him change back, that time bomb temper that proved to be worse than Kyo's. He hated behaving that way around the prince, so uncontrollable, but it wasn't something he could help.

He was told he'd come onto Yuki several times. When he was black, it was like: cockiness gained +100 points. He claimed he didn't remember his advances, save his pride. Of course these advancements were pushed away, not in a hurtful way.

He sometimes wondered what was on the rats mind when he stared back at him. So many unreadable emotions, emotions he didn't quite comprehend, would flicker on and off in his eye like some kind of slide show.

He knew he didn't return his love, but he couldn't help but sometimes wonder if there was just a tiny ounce of feeling there, or at least hoped, hoped that he had a change, hope that one day that he might feel the same about him.

He had spoken to Momiji on many occasions about his 'problem' the boy was someone he could open up to, he understood how he felt, to some degree anyway. The boy was not as stupid as he looked, as he would sometime talk in riddles, with that far off look in his eye. That look that told him he was barely there, miles away in fact. He'd once told him; 'Love is blind, Haru' There had obviously been meaning to this, Momiji never says anything without a certain point to his words. Could he be perhaps referring to the fact that Yuuki's eyes just hadn't been open yet, or perhaps he loves him but just doesn't know it yet? No, no. Of course not. He mentally slapped himself. He couldn't let himself get his hopes up, something he despised doing, as all his hopes would be crushed, crushed into a thousand pieces like they always are...

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