A/N:
What the hell. I saw that (the summary) on an e-card and felt as if it was my duty to write a series about it. Like I should be writing anymore series, I have so damn many to write, right now.
Am I trying to send myself to insanity? No.
Disclaimer: Shigure isn't mine.
NOTE! I feel all smart, because Shigure is a dog and a novelist. Hehe.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to see!"
Shigure looked outside of his study window. The page of the book in his hand was slightly warm from where he had been holding it, but otherwise, no source of heat was in the room. Shigure felt that heat was scarce in the study, since his hearter broke. Taking a sip of the green tea (which had gone cold due to the conditions in the room), he read the next small paragraph before him.
Suddenly feeling bored with his own, pornographic novel, he wandered over to the window in the corner of the study and sat down on the sill, watching and listening to the light patter of rain ouside. He wondered what everyone was doing, until his thoughts gathered and he thought about himself, instead.
Unusually, his thoughts strayed to his dog form; one that wasn't often used, unless a certain female in the house was being particularly clumsy. This bought him to the old proverb, that a dog is a man's best friend.
Was he his own best friend? It wouldn't surprise him. He was a sly, manipulative man, whom only wanted his own way. Apart from maybe Akito, Shigure didn't really like anyone. He decieved everyone he knew, for his own gain. Smirking slightly, he trailed a finger down the glass, chasing a water droplet.
Akito... what could she be doing right now? Is she sleeping? Is she complaining? To Shigure, they were all Akito did well. To be honest, Shigure didn't much pay attention to Akito, unless he wanted something, or was asking a favour. Shaking his head slightly, he thought back to the curse.
Being his own best friend wouldn't be a bad thing. He was independent.
'Yes,' he thought to himself, standing up tall against the wall. 'I can fend for myself!'
His breathing became more frequent as a wonderful aroma wafted up the stairs. He opened the door of his study and wandered down, in search of Tohru, the girl who everyone had come to love. It made him sad that he was only using her for his own advantage; to get on Akito's good side. Not like he wasn't already. He found her, in the kitchen, slaving away for an unknown cause. Leaning against the door frame, he asked her a question.
"Tohru," He began, pondering on what she might say. "Am I my own best friend, seeing as I and the year of the Dog and take form as none other than a dog?"
Tohru worked her hands down to a slower pace as she thought about it for a moment. Shigure watched her closely, noticing that her whole body showed she was thinking deeply. After a period of time, Tohru uttered a reply so quietly, Shigure could barely hear.
"No. Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to see," She paused. "Meaning books are your best friend. Which is good for you, isn't it Shigure? You're an author!"
Shigure cracked a wee smile as Tohru beamed up at him. He pushed himself off the door frame and walked off, calling out a reply of, "Thank you!".
She'd really given him something to think about.
A/N:
Well. That was quite serious.
A few spoilers for American's, who might not have read as far as us wonderful Aussie's.
Thanks for reading...
