Author's Note: Every time I post something I tell myself that the next thing I write is not going to be based on how I'm feeling at the time I write it. Well, next timeā¦
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya, not me. I wish I did.
Thoughts of a Broken Heart
Depositing his bag next to him, Yuki sank down on the ground near his garden, trying to sort out his emotions over the events from earlier that day.
He had arrived home early from his student council meeting, looking forward to an extra hour of relaxation before dinner, only to practically walk into Kyo and Tohru in the process of a deep kiss. Rather than confront them at the time, he chose to leave the house quietly, and his feet carried him here as he fled.
There had always been something deep within his heart that told him that Tohru would never choose him. From the start, she had loved the Cat; she had made that much clear the first day they met. But even so, despite the fact that he was obviously not meant to be with her, he had loved her.
And even though, long ago, he realized that it would never work between them, he had persisted in loving her.
Now he finally had confirmation of these subconscious thoughts. Forced to the surface, he had no choice but to recognize them for what they were. He knew it would happen but until now his heart had never recognized that fact. Now, it was thrown in his face, and all he could do was sit there.
Heart broken, shattered, torn, ripped to shreds, or however one wanted to phrase it, he sat there, watching the sunset. The sky was a beautiful spectrum of orange, red, and purple, slowly fading into a deep blue, but all his brain was willing to register was pain.
I will never get her, was his only thought as the tears began falling, a testament to his shattered dream, for all dream, no matter how impossible, die hard. Even when the tears stopped, he continued to stare blankly at the world around him, wanting to ignore everything else, to shield himself from reality.
His heart ached, as he remembered so many of the moments he had shared with Tohru. The memories that once brought the purest smile to his face were now blades twisting in his heart. He wanted to do something to get rid of the memories, get rid of the pain. It didn't matter if it was stupid, unfair, or unrealistic: he wished it was him and not Kyo. Why hadn't it happened?
The thoughts continued to run through his mind, repeating again, and again, and again. And nothing seemed to change. So he continued to sit there.
As the moon began to appear over the tops of the trees, Yuki resigned himself to going home. There was nothing he could do about the situation between Tohru and Kyo, and the only thing he was doing at the moment was worrying everyone over his late arrival home. He would hide his emotions, pretend everything was fine, for the sake of the one he loved. Maybe, eventually, he would be able to stop caring, but for now, he would hide them because that was the only thing left for him to do.
Author's Note: I seriously can't believe I wrote a Kyoru. Well, not really a Kyoru, but considering how much of a Yukiru fan I am, I can't believe that I wrote something where Tohru ends up with Kyo. I know this isn't the greatest fic, but in any case, please review!
