Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket

Kyo's POV

A lot of people assume I'm an artist. The poor, starving, barely surviving kind. It's really not a bad assumption to make considering most people meet me in a coffee shop or the, in this case, under the patio of the local flower shop in the pouring rain, almost always with my sketchbook and a pencil or pen on my ear; sometimes both. Not to mention that everyone I work with has said, more than once, that I dress like a hobo.

But when I met him, I almost wanted to be a poor, starving, barely surviving artist. Someone who came to this small town once in a blue moon for just a few drawings. I knew who he was. Hell, everyone who lived in this town knew about it. About him.

He never really talked to anyone, not anymore, hell he was barely in town. Not that anyone really blamed him for it. So mostly I was surprised to see him outside a ridiculously overpriced flower shop, hiding from the pouring rain.

But he was beautiful. It was something no one ever told you when they talk about him. Mostly it was just about what happened. But God must have been getting laid the day he made Yuki Sohma because he was gorgeous.

That day I just stared a lot. I didn't pay attention to much else except for the contours of his face, the shadows that streaked across his button down, those incredibly deep violet eyes, just everything about him. And if he noticed he didn't say anything about it, in fact Yuki didn't even look uncomfortable with anything. He looked at peace, like he had reached a place that none of us had. It almost made me jealous because my life was so full of work, bills, and horny confused bosses. But more than that I wanted to draw him, I wanted to sit him down somewhere bright and happy and fight to capture the essence of someone like him. It would be a challenge I would look forward to.

Soon, all to soon if you asked me, the rain seemed to stop and I watched walk away, back to his house , wherever that is. I was tempted to follow him, more than tempted, I wanted it. Like a man wants a woman, I wanted it so hard. But I knew better. Not only would it lead to trespassing violation and suspension of my badge, it would be completely inconsiderate.

After all, what rape victim wants a nosey wanna be artist following him home?


AN: Tell me what you guys think. This was mostly just my muse going crazy but I figured it was okay enough to publish.

Enjoy!

ETERNALEATER.