Notes: I thought it would be cute to write a Momiji x Ayame fic, and I've
been working on it diligently and its not coming out half bad, so I thought
I'd post it up. n.n
I haven't seen all of Fruits Basket yet, so forgive me if there are
mistakes.
Disclaimer: All these characters are not copyright me, etc.
Year of the Rabbit
"Ohayo Momiji-kun!"
"Ohayo Tohru!"
Kyou glared at Momiji over Tohru's shoulder. Momoji ignored this, being in an incredibly cheerful mood, "Ohayo Kyou!"
"Oi, Momiji," Kyou grudgingly said.
"Ohayo gozaimasu Momiji!" Yuki said enthusiatically, smiling.
"Yuki!" Momiji responded, "What a beautiful day, ne?" He twirled in a circle, taking in the still damp grass, fresh air, and clear morning sky.
"Hai," replied Yuki, smiling at Momiji's still childish antics.
"The snow melted into spring," said Tohru softly.
"Eh? Nani?" said Kyou, who hadn't been paying attention.
"Nevermind," replied Tohru, "Shall we go?"
"Hai, Honda-san," smiled Yuki.
Kyou thought everyone looked rather stupid standing around grinning, so he stalked off. Tohru followed, chatting with Yuki about English class. Momiji watched them together, feeling content that at last the sadness was gone from Yuki's eyes. He ran to catch up. As they reached the school, Momiji left themto go to his own shoe locker.
During the school day Momiji saw Yuki-tachi several times, but when it came time to leave, he slipped on his shoes, pausing to see if the others were out yet. Kyou and Tohru were chatting towards the left side of the grounds near the road out to the street. Yuki joined them shortly, Kyou yelled something at him, and they left, heading down the street.
Momiji paused, then headed out. A group of upper classmen girls passed him, one looking over and calling "Kawaii!" Momiji smiled at her, then turned the way opposite of Yuki-tachi, up the street.
Sometimes Momiji would wake up early, before Hatsuharu, and leave to walk over to Shigure's house so he could walk to school with Kyou, Tohru, and Yuki. He like dbeing with them because Tohru and Yuki were so nice to him, Yuki and Kyou never asked why he walked all the way to Shigure's house. They both knew why, and Momiji was grateful for their silence.
As he rounded the corner before he reached the Souma house, a voice stopped him. Hatsuharu was leaning against a wall, the dappled sunlight playing over his face from the leaves of the overhanging trees.
"Haru," said Momiji, and Hatsuharu joined Momiji on the short walk to the house. As Momiji and Hatsuharu reached the huge doors, they swung open. Inside the walls of the Souma land, everyone was busy. Several of the wives had decided to hang the laundry outside. The sheets and colors swayed gracefully in the breeze. At Momiji's aunt's house, people were airing out the futons. Some of the Soumas in highschool had joined the smaller children in building a western tent. Their laughter reached Momiji's ears. He looked around for Hatsuharu, but he had already disappeared.
Momiji wandered absentmindedly towards Hatori's house, and sat on the ledge overlooking the new garden Hatori had planted. He rested in the sunlight a bit, and listened to snippets of conversations the breeze passed on. Momiji ran a hand through his hair, and sighed happily. It was a perfect day. Except.
"Hatori-san, why do I feel lonely?" he said without turning around, "I mean, I have you and Hatsuharu and Shigure and Yuki and Tohru. Why am I lonely?"
Hatori sat down beside Momiji, "How did you know I was there?"
Your door has a tiny squeak," said Momiji.
"Ah," replied Hatori, and stared at his garden. Momiji stayed silent, watching him. At last Hatori answered him, "All the Jyuunishi are lonely"
Momiji shook his head, "Yuki isn't lonely."
Hatori glanced at him.
"Yuki has Tohru," continued Momiji, concentrating on tracing a patteron on the wood floor, "I saw him. Today, on the way to school, he wasn't."
"Once," replied Hatori, "I was not lonely. It.it's hard to be lonely, but its harder to be in love. We have been lonely all our lives. We, the Jyuunishi, are used to it. Love is fragile, a new careful feeling. It is so hard to not feel lonely; because of what we are we cannot participate, cannot hug or kiss our loved, without the curse coming into play. After love, you slide back into the lonliness like a well-worn shirt, but know you know what you don't have. You are lonely because even though you have us, Momiji-kun, you do not have the rest of the world."
Hatori felt a hand curl around his arm.
"I still like being a Jyuunishi," said Momiji, "because I have Hatori- tachi."
Hatori reached over and wrapped Momiji in a hug, "I am glad I have Momiji- tachi too," he whispered, and Momiji felt a tear drop onto his neck. When Hatori pulled away, his face was as stoic as ever.
For a few minutes they watched the leaves sway, then Hatori got up and went back into his office.
I promise it gets happier than this. ^^;;;
Disclaimer: All these characters are not copyright me, etc.
Year of the Rabbit
"Ohayo Momiji-kun!"
"Ohayo Tohru!"
Kyou glared at Momiji over Tohru's shoulder. Momoji ignored this, being in an incredibly cheerful mood, "Ohayo Kyou!"
"Oi, Momiji," Kyou grudgingly said.
"Ohayo gozaimasu Momiji!" Yuki said enthusiatically, smiling.
"Yuki!" Momiji responded, "What a beautiful day, ne?" He twirled in a circle, taking in the still damp grass, fresh air, and clear morning sky.
"Hai," replied Yuki, smiling at Momiji's still childish antics.
"The snow melted into spring," said Tohru softly.
"Eh? Nani?" said Kyou, who hadn't been paying attention.
"Nevermind," replied Tohru, "Shall we go?"
"Hai, Honda-san," smiled Yuki.
Kyou thought everyone looked rather stupid standing around grinning, so he stalked off. Tohru followed, chatting with Yuki about English class. Momiji watched them together, feeling content that at last the sadness was gone from Yuki's eyes. He ran to catch up. As they reached the school, Momiji left themto go to his own shoe locker.
During the school day Momiji saw Yuki-tachi several times, but when it came time to leave, he slipped on his shoes, pausing to see if the others were out yet. Kyou and Tohru were chatting towards the left side of the grounds near the road out to the street. Yuki joined them shortly, Kyou yelled something at him, and they left, heading down the street.
Momiji paused, then headed out. A group of upper classmen girls passed him, one looking over and calling "Kawaii!" Momiji smiled at her, then turned the way opposite of Yuki-tachi, up the street.
Sometimes Momiji would wake up early, before Hatsuharu, and leave to walk over to Shigure's house so he could walk to school with Kyou, Tohru, and Yuki. He like dbeing with them because Tohru and Yuki were so nice to him, Yuki and Kyou never asked why he walked all the way to Shigure's house. They both knew why, and Momiji was grateful for their silence.
As he rounded the corner before he reached the Souma house, a voice stopped him. Hatsuharu was leaning against a wall, the dappled sunlight playing over his face from the leaves of the overhanging trees.
"Haru," said Momiji, and Hatsuharu joined Momiji on the short walk to the house. As Momiji and Hatsuharu reached the huge doors, they swung open. Inside the walls of the Souma land, everyone was busy. Several of the wives had decided to hang the laundry outside. The sheets and colors swayed gracefully in the breeze. At Momiji's aunt's house, people were airing out the futons. Some of the Soumas in highschool had joined the smaller children in building a western tent. Their laughter reached Momiji's ears. He looked around for Hatsuharu, but he had already disappeared.
Momiji wandered absentmindedly towards Hatori's house, and sat on the ledge overlooking the new garden Hatori had planted. He rested in the sunlight a bit, and listened to snippets of conversations the breeze passed on. Momiji ran a hand through his hair, and sighed happily. It was a perfect day. Except.
"Hatori-san, why do I feel lonely?" he said without turning around, "I mean, I have you and Hatsuharu and Shigure and Yuki and Tohru. Why am I lonely?"
Hatori sat down beside Momiji, "How did you know I was there?"
Your door has a tiny squeak," said Momiji.
"Ah," replied Hatori, and stared at his garden. Momiji stayed silent, watching him. At last Hatori answered him, "All the Jyuunishi are lonely"
Momiji shook his head, "Yuki isn't lonely."
Hatori glanced at him.
"Yuki has Tohru," continued Momiji, concentrating on tracing a patteron on the wood floor, "I saw him. Today, on the way to school, he wasn't."
"Once," replied Hatori, "I was not lonely. It.it's hard to be lonely, but its harder to be in love. We have been lonely all our lives. We, the Jyuunishi, are used to it. Love is fragile, a new careful feeling. It is so hard to not feel lonely; because of what we are we cannot participate, cannot hug or kiss our loved, without the curse coming into play. After love, you slide back into the lonliness like a well-worn shirt, but know you know what you don't have. You are lonely because even though you have us, Momiji-kun, you do not have the rest of the world."
Hatori felt a hand curl around his arm.
"I still like being a Jyuunishi," said Momiji, "because I have Hatori- tachi."
Hatori reached over and wrapped Momiji in a hug, "I am glad I have Momiji- tachi too," he whispered, and Momiji felt a tear drop onto his neck. When Hatori pulled away, his face was as stoic as ever.
For a few minutes they watched the leaves sway, then Hatori got up and went back into his office.
I promise it gets happier than this. ^^;;;