Disclaimer: Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya. The 100 drabbles idea belongs to fanfic100.
GreenGreen is the color of something new. Grass blades just peeking out from underneath the dirt are a vibrant, tasteful green. Buds shooting out from trees are dark and tight, waiting to bloom out the color—the green shell is there to remind you that this plant is new. It's new, because it's green.
Flowers growing at the beginning of spring have thick green stalks, spindly green vines that wrap around the lattice—whatever it is, when it's new, it's green.
Green is the color of youth. It's the color of spring, where winter and cold melt away into bright sunshine and young creatures that blink into the unfamiliar sun. To brighten a room, people stick plants in all of the corners. The green gives new youth to the room.
The plants in Yuki's garden were green. Just sprouting from the ground with tiny leaves poking out of their tight bundles. Well, these aren't Yuki's plants, specifically—they are hidden in the backyard of his cousin Shigure's house, which he is visiting.
"What a lovely garden this would make," he murmurs, gently fingering one of the small sprouts. He can just imagine it growing larger, leafier, and darker—and then withering away into an ugly brown sent on by winter. But soon it will become spring and green will come again.
Yuki wants the plants to stay green. He wants them to stay small and bright shiny with that bright lime green that only new plants possess. He wants them to stay new—he doesn't want things he loves to wither away and die, living a life full of drab browns and heavy fruit.
Yuki thinks as he pats the top of another plant barely two inches above the dirt. The place is disgusting back here—tangled trees dangle over Yuki, and these new plants are growing sparingly among the old and dying plants. It reminded him of his own life—dark and dying, cold and empty. As the backyard was tangled with trees, Yuki's life was so, but with rebellious thoughts. He didn't know what to do. Only those small happy moments; beating Kyo in a fight, planting flowers back at the Sohma Estate and visiting people like his cousin Shigure made it greener. Made it feel like new.
Yuki pushes away an old branch, startled to see a plant that has already begun to bloom. Now look at that, he thinks wonderingly, bending down to look at the plant. Even beneath all this rubble and death, this plant has pushed onward to make color. He touches the flower gently, caressing it—he is afraid he might break it off because it seems so fragile.
This is his life. This jungle of dying plants is his life. He hates it. Looking at these plants makes him sad, just like when he looks over his own life. He wants to be in charge of it, like how these little plants are taking charge of theirs. They grow no matter the circumstances. Right then, Yuki wished he were one of these new plants.
Green is the color of something new—a new beginning, a new life, or a new change.
Yuki decides it is time for a new change.