I own nothing related Fruits Basket. This is simply for the fun and entertainment of those who read it.
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It had been a long time since we were all together, had stood with no fear for the other. It had gone so terribly wrong, it was no longer what I had created it to be. Many years went by, so many generations. Still, I waited. I could feel the despair they were feeling, we were connected after all.

I knew it was time.

I called first to the Rooster.

It was sorrowing to see him, almost defeated. He no longer felt free to fly, to lift his wings up, to have no fear. So many years of despair had crippled him, had clipped his wings. I knew I had to free him from a cage of my design.

I called to him, and he came.

The Rooster was the first I called back, and the chain broke. I knew his companion would feel alone without the Rooster by his side anymore, but I knew the boy would be fine.

I waited a bit longer to call the next of my friends, rejoicing at being reunited with the Rooster.

Time passed, and I knew it was time. I called them, and they came.

The Dragon and the Boar, the Monkey and the Sheep, the Ox and the Bunny, the Tiger and the Horse. I called the Dog the Snake, I called the rat and I called back the cat.

It was like the first night, we gathered once more. My friends, having undergone so many generations of hosts and making so many friends, looked at me almost sadly.

"Is it over?" one of the animals asked, and I smiled.

"Yes, it is."

My gaze turned to the cat, who gazed upon me calmly. Had he been right? Was staying together, forever, a terrible decision? I had only wanted not to be alone, but the cat had voiced other opinions. He had spoken of an end, the day the party would end, and I would once more be alone. How could I tell him that this was what I feared?

Did I know this course of history would occur? Did I know that we would all meet again? The cat looked at me, the questions in his dark eyes. Did he know that I had finally let go? Did he know I was contrite?

I once created the banquet so my friends and I could come together, enjoy each others' company, have good times, wonderful memories, and no night that had to be spent alone, hidden from the world. When the Cat died, I had been devastated. I didn't want the fun to end, I didn't want to be alone again. My first true friend, gone. My first true friend, taken from this life. Was it so horrible that I concocted a potion to bring all my guests and I back after each passed on? Was it so terrible that I forced the Cat to drink?

The end was inevitable, and I would have to let go eventually. Love broke my potion and set the group free, and the cat, my first friend, who had been abhorred in human life, had been the one to wait patiently for The One to set him free.

Tohru Honda.

Her name was unique, and it was to this girl I owed so much thanks. She would never know she had helped Me as well as my friends. She would never know how she had made Me realize that though things may end, it doesn't mean that the world has fallen apart. We can still pick up the pieces, and create a new mosaic.

She would never know that she, a mere mortal, had set Me free.

"Yes, my friends, it is over."