Author's Note

I don't own Fruits Basket.

Okay, this is a oneshot semi-attempt at messing with people's heads. It's also a semi-attempt at randomness. If anyone has any idea why I'm messing with your head, say so in the review. If you get it right, I'll give you a cookie. If not, just go on with life, I won't mind! Enjoy!

No Fruits Basket Before Bed

It was dark. I hated that the most, but I made no attempt to turn on the lights. It's not hard to imagine such a hatred for the darkness. It swallows everything, covering it in an unsheltered blanket, hiding the world from you. It never suited me. Laying there, tears flowed from brown eyes. Why? Why was I crying? I don't know. I never know. I just cry.

Love. That's the one thing this world never showed me. Love. This emotion that brings out the best and worst in people, and I was sitting on the sidelines. It's not fair. While they move forward, I only move back. I make note that it's still dark, and I want to turn on the light. I'm not in the mood to move. The tears are still falling.

Suddenly, the light flickers on. There's a guy. He has really strange hair. He's not supposed to be here. I try to scream, but I'm too tired to. We just stare at each other, the silence stunning me for the longest time. Then, he speaks.

"Why are you crying? What are you doing in my room?"

It's funny how the darkness works. It hides the world from you. I'm staring at this room that isn't mine, and I laugh. I'm not in my room. I was too lazy to turn on the light and I'm not in my room. Oh, this is great. The guy was still staring as I laughed away, the tears still falling cleanly down my cheeks. Why am I crying again? Oh yeah, I forgot. I am such a girl. He still stares, as my voice subsides, and I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Answer the question."

His voice was pressing now.

"I don't know."

The reply made him give me a rather funny face. It was trapped somewhere between confusion, anger, and humor. Although I don't get what he found funny about my reply.

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

Silence again. What is it with us being so quiet? I mean seriously, couldn't we at least start talking? Well, I WOULD start talking if I weren't so tired. But I'm tired so I sit there dumbly in the silence, which I hate. Silence is just the absence of sound. So many people try to explain as a golden thing… something to treasure. I hate it. It makes no sense. Sound is so, well, enticing. How can you live without it?

"What's your name?"

"Jordan. Yours?"

"Does it matter?"

"Fair enough."

"Where are you from then, if you don't know how you got in here?"

"Does it matter?"

"Fair enough."

We sat in silence. Then, he began to get closer. It was strange. In an instant, I felt his lips press against mine suddenly, and returned his kiss with one of my own. We pressed closer to one another, kissing again and again. My mind was going crazy with passion.

I snapped up in bed. It was dark. I hated the dark. It hid the world from you. As I reached for a light, I found myself in my room, in my bed. I felt myself, making sure I was there. Then I looked over at the television. It was off. Was it just a dream?

My computer was on my desk, and it was at the end of another episode of Fruits Basket. Must have finished it. I went over to my desk, and replayed the episode. It was that episode with Kisa. You know, where she has no voice and Tohru helps her get it back. The boy was in it. It was Hatsuharu—shivers just drifted down my spine. Oh my god. I hope THAT doesn't happen again. I can't imagine kissing—never mind, I can now—I shivered a lot more. That's it. No more Fruits Basket before bed! I swear it!

Oh wait, the next episode just downloaded! Oh man, I hope something cool with Hatsuharu happens—maybe I can ignore the "no Fruits Basket before bed" rule just this once. To the anime!