Authors Notes: Well this is my first Fruits Basket fanfic. Hopefully it
will turn out like I want it to. My favorite characters are Kyou, Haru,
and...that's about it. Keep in mind that I have not finished watching the
series (I stopped on episode seven I think), and so the information I write
might be wrong, which means that there will also be a lot of OOC-ness in
here. By the way, I also consider this story an 'alternate universe' one.
There will also be yaoi/shounen-ai (what's the difference I honestly don't know) in here. I don't feel like giving away the pairing, but I *will* tell you that I really really really liked the story 'Somewhere In Between' by Triste. If you haven't read that yet, I seriously recommend that you do.
Disclaimers: Fruits Basket does not belong to me, it belongs to the creators, who are these Japanese people that live somewhere in Japan.^^;;
Well, on with the show...
~Prologue:
Hatsuharu, or just plain Haru as most knew him by, was not an average teenager. Not only did he turn into a cow when girls hugged him, he was afflicted with a horrible sense of direction, and an even worse case of dual personalities. Yet despite these problems, Haru was fairly content with his lot in life. At least Akito left him pretty much alone, which was probably the best thing that could ever happen to him. He knew of many others who weren't so lucky.
With a sigh, Haru stopped walking as he caught sight of the sign next to him. The word 'Sohma' was written there in elegant kanji. Great. He'd been meaning to walk to the market, but instead he had walked in a circle.
No...wait a minute. Looking closer, he noticed that this sign was old and rusty, the gold paint faded, cracked, and peeling. He was wrong, this wasn't his house at all.
Raising one pale hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, he turned his gaze to the medium-sized house that lay just beyond the front gate. Surprise marked his features as he realized that this place was almost the exact replica of the one he lived in. Yet there were noticeable differences. Whereas the roof of his home was in perfectly good condition, this particular roof was cracked and dusty, shingles were missing, and dried leaves were liberally scattered all over the place.
On closer inspection, the Japanese-style front door had several gaping holes punched through it, and the interior of the house was dark and gloomy.
Haru's brow wrinkled slightly in confusion. He knew where he was now, though he had no idea how he managed to get there. The entire Sohma residence was very large, encompassing about fifty some houses, all of which were in varying sizes. More then half of them were now empty or loaned to outsiders because the original residents had left over the centuries.
About seven years ago, Akito commanded all the remaining Sohma's to cluster together in one area. A tall wooden fence was then built between the inhabited and uninhabited sections of their land. Haru frowned. Somehow he had wandered over the fence without even knowing it. Ah well...and he thought his sense of direction was finally getting better...
With a soft curse, Haru ran a hand through his thick white bangs in frustration. The silver watch on his wrist told him that it was nearly five in the afternoon, and his mother had demanded him home by six so that he could help with dinner. If he tried to find his way home now, he would be late.
Glancing back at the run-down house, Haru couldn't help but feel a bit curious. He hadn't been on this side of the fence since it was built. It wouldn't hurt to just look around a bit, would it?
Making up his mind, Haru slowly pushed open the rusted gate and began walking up the unevenly paved cobblestones. Something about this house piqued his interest the most, and he felt the need to explore it. Who knows, he might just find something valuable that its previous owners had forgot to take with them.
Sliding open the crooked front door, Haru was greeted to the sight of dirt, cobwebs, and more dirt. It was apparent that nobody had entered this building in quite some time. The air inside was strong and musky with the smell of mildew, but he managed to ignore it.
Floorboards creaked loudly in protest as Haru maneuvered his way over to one of the bedrooms. Strange. There was still furniture in this room. Moldy pillows and blankets lay in a pile on top of a rolled up sleeping mat. A small vanity in the corner was laden with old-fashioned bottles of perfume and other cosmetics. There was even a jewelry box lying on top of a brown dresser next to the closet. .
Everything was covered in a thick film of dust.
Moving on to the next room, Haru noticed that it too was also filled with belongings. There were more blankets and pillows, a small shelf crammed full of children's books, and several tattered stuffed animals lay untouched in a corner. It was obviously a child's room. Just out of curiosity, Haru stepped over to one tiny dresser and slowly pulled open the top drawer.
It was still filled with clothes.
Shaking his head in slight disbelief, Haru quickly went to check the other rooms. His suspicions were confirmed as he noted the pots, pans, and skillets that were tucked neatly underneath the kitchen stove. Cupboards were still stocked with cans of soup, vegetables, and fruit, as well as jars of miso and full sacks of rice.
In the small bathroom, there were two dirty toothbrushes, and several half- empty bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Rolls of yellowed toilet paper were stacked haphazardly under the sink. A vase full of wilted, crumbling flowers remained next to a bar of dried blue soap.
Making his way back to the first bedroom, Haru stared at it for a moment before lifting the jewelry box from where it lay. With one big puff of breath, the heavy dust accumulated on top of it was blown off, and slowly, he unclasped the lock and lifted the lid.
There was only one item inside; a small oval pendant strewn on a delicate gold chain. It was a simple, common little thing, but Haru picked it up and pocketed it without a moment's hesitation.
He would inspect it closely later on, but for now he wanted to get out of this odd house. He could admit to himself that it unnerved him slightly to know that everything in this place still remained, though the owners had already left.
Who in the right mind would just abandon everything they possessed like this? Haru felt like he had uncovered a mystery, one that he felt the need to solve. Without wasting another second, the young man exited the shabby house and started on his way home. Behind him, the sun was already setting.
"Haru, I love you." Rin had whispered in his ear. "I want to be with you forever." Pretty words from a pretty girl. They meant nothing, but Haru hadn't known that back then. Back then, he had believed her. He had even loved her back...though now he wondered if he ever understood the meaning of love. Probably not.
Three years had passed since Rin. She'd never really told him why they broke up...or rather, why she broke up with him. He didn't understand much of what happened.just that Akito abused her after he found out about their relationship, and she ended up in the hospital.
When she was finally released, it was as if her personality had completely changed. She'd become cruel and uncaring, totally unlike how she used to be. Haru was eighteen now, nearly nineteen in another few months. If he remembered correctly, it would be Rin's birthday a week after his own.
Come to think of it, she had left him on her birthday.
Haru dangled the pendant in front of his eyes lazily, watching as the sun's rays glinted off of the precious metal.
She was beautiful. He had always loved to run his hands through her long dark hair, or just stare deeply into her endless brown eyes. But now he wondered if they were really as endless as he used to describe. Yuki always said that Rin dumped him because she was bored with their relationship.
Or in other words, she was just bored with *him*.
Haru didn't understand. What was there to be bored of? He did everything she asked of him and more. He bought her presents and took her out on dates four times a week. Sometimes they would go biking, or clubbing, or shopping together. And every single time they met, she would tell him that she loved him.
So what was it that went wrong? Haru didn't know, just that one day she approached him coldly and explained her love for Shigure, and how she wanted nothing more to do with him. It had been a severe blow to his heart, but Haru could barely feel the slightest twinge of pain as he thought of it now.
Rin moved away in disgrace after Shigure rejected her advances, and Haru hadn't seen her since. She had taught him a good lesson, and that was to guard his heart carefully so that no one else could come along and hurt him the way she had. Because of her, Haru had vowed never to love for a long, long time.
But sometimes...sometimes he just felt so goddamn alone...
"You idiot, watch where you're going!" Someone yelled out angrily. Haru sat up, just in time to see Honda Tohru trip over a rock and fall heavily against a certain reddish-haired young man who was carrying a black duffel bag. With a poof, the young man transformed into a small orange cat, and Tohru came crashing to the ground quite heavily.
"Gomen Kyou-kun!" Tohru cried out honestly as she tried to struggle to her feet.
Kyou sighed in exasperation. "That's ok. Just...just watch for the rocks next time, alright?" Tohru nodded vehemently, her cheeks staining pink with embarrassment. "I will." She assured him as she bent down to scoop up his discarded clothes and the duffel. "I guess I'm just so happy to see you again that I haven't been paying much attention..."
The cat seemed to shrug at her words, and the two walked on in uncomfortable silence. Ever since Sohma Yuki and Tohru became engaged five months ago, situations had become nearly unbearable in Shigure's house. Kyou would leave for weeks at a time, never telling anyone where he would be going, or when he would be coming back. Naturally this made Tohru extremely worried and upset for him, which in turn caused Yuki to be agitated as well.
Haru couldn't help but feel sympathy for Kyou. He knew what the neko was going through, and things would only get worse as the date of Yuki and Tohru's wedding drew near.
"Look Kyou-kun! Hatsuharu-kun is sitting against that tree over there!" Tohru suddenly exclaimed happily, waving at him. Haru waved back with a small smile. His smile disappeared as Kyou suddenly dashed towards him with a speed he hadn't thought a cat could possess. With a confused look on his face, he blinked as Kyou managed to scramble on top of his lap.
"Please...please get me away from her." Kyou hissed desperately. "I can't stand to be around her right now...please! Haru...please..."
Without hesitation, Haru nodded and quickly stood up with Kyou in his arms. He turned to face Tohru as the girl finally caught up with them. "I have a lot of things to tell Kyou about." Haru lied even as Tohru opened her mouth to question them. "You go on to Shigure's house. We will catch up as soon as we can." He flashed her another one of his small smiles, and Tohru nodded happily. "Alright then! I'll see you two later, Hatsuharu- kun, Kyou-kun!"
Haru waited until Tohru was out of sight before turning his attention back to the animal he was holding. "You owe me." He said simply. Kyou sighed and nodded. "Anything you want." He muttered in a tired voice.
Haru raised an eyebrow. "Kyou, what's wrong?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. The cat struggled out of his hold and jumped lightly to the ground.
"Don't ask what you already know." Came the biting reply. "Yuki probably told you himself."
Haru sat back down and leaned against the tree trunk. "Not Yuki, but Momiji. Word travels fast in our so-called 'family'. Everyone knows by now." Kyou snorted humorlessly. "So what new shit has Akito been saying about me lately? Oh wait, on second thought I don't even want to know." Haru was startled to hear the bitterness in Kyou's voice.
"If it helps, Akito is still too angry at Yuki right now to talk trash about you."
The cat released a sigh and flopped onto its back. Waving all four paws in the air, Kyou attempted to stretch out his sore muscles, regardless of how funny he might look. Once he was sufficiently relaxed, he rolled back over and began cleaning his paws.
"So what are you here for?" He muttered in an attempt to change the subject. "You came all this way to pick a fight with me?" Haru shook his head. "No. I was just going to the movie theater when I got lost." He answered truthfully.
Several minutes of strange silence ensued before Haru suddenly grabbed Kyou from where he lay and began inspecting him curiously. Before the neko could ask him what the hell he was doing, Haru released him with a frown.
"How come you're not changed back yet?" He demanded. "It's been nearly five minutes already."
Kyou shrugged. "Oh that. It's nothing really, it just takes more energy outta me when I change back these days. I'll turn back eventually, when my body feels like it."
Haru tried not to show his concern as he studied the cat with keen, dark eyes. Kyou looked really tired, he decided. The cat's orange fur was faded and scraggly. There were dark stains underneath his eyes, and even the long orange tail looked limp and lifeless.
Before he could stop himself, Haru reached out with one hand and awkwardly tried to smooth out the rumpled fur. He could feel Kyou stiffen at his unexpected touch.
"What are you doing?" Kyou growled out curiously, but didn't pull away.
Haru shrugged. "Just helping you with your fur." He answered honestly. Then without warning, he picked Kyou up for the third time that day and plopped him down lightly on his lap. "Kyou...what are you doing to yourself?" He asked in a soft whisper.
The orange cat stared up at him in shock. "Doing to myself?" He repeated. "What the hell do you mean?" Haru let his hand run down Kyou's left side. "I can feel each and every one of your ribs." He explained. His explanation angered Kyou for some reason, and before he knew it the cat had slipped from his grasp.
"Don't ever touch me again!" Kyou spat out, his faded orange fur bristling in fury. "I don't know what is wrong with you today, but just leave me alone!" Then in a quieter voice, "You don't know what you're talking about."
Running a hand through his hair, Haru watched as Kyou turned and ran away back into the forest. The neko was right. What *was* wrong with him today? Why was he suddenly feeling so much concern for the orange-haired baka? Haru gingerly reached into his pocket and pulled out the strange pendant. He let it slowly twirl in front of his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he'd been thinking of Rin. Thinking of her always made him feel more sentimental and in touch with his emotions. Kyou was experiencing the same thing he experienced when Rin had left him. It was something called unrequited love.
With one last glance at the pendant, Haru tucked it back into his pocket and stood up. For now, he would watch Kyou closely, yet discreetly. Despite the fact that they had never been close, Haru didn't want anything bad to happen to him. With that in mind, he started down the path towards Shigure's house.
~**Thanks for reading, please review! ^_^!!
There will also be yaoi/shounen-ai (what's the difference I honestly don't know) in here. I don't feel like giving away the pairing, but I *will* tell you that I really really really liked the story 'Somewhere In Between' by Triste. If you haven't read that yet, I seriously recommend that you do.
Disclaimers: Fruits Basket does not belong to me, it belongs to the creators, who are these Japanese people that live somewhere in Japan.^^;;
Well, on with the show...
~Prologue:
Hatsuharu, or just plain Haru as most knew him by, was not an average teenager. Not only did he turn into a cow when girls hugged him, he was afflicted with a horrible sense of direction, and an even worse case of dual personalities. Yet despite these problems, Haru was fairly content with his lot in life. At least Akito left him pretty much alone, which was probably the best thing that could ever happen to him. He knew of many others who weren't so lucky.
With a sigh, Haru stopped walking as he caught sight of the sign next to him. The word 'Sohma' was written there in elegant kanji. Great. He'd been meaning to walk to the market, but instead he had walked in a circle.
No...wait a minute. Looking closer, he noticed that this sign was old and rusty, the gold paint faded, cracked, and peeling. He was wrong, this wasn't his house at all.
Raising one pale hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, he turned his gaze to the medium-sized house that lay just beyond the front gate. Surprise marked his features as he realized that this place was almost the exact replica of the one he lived in. Yet there were noticeable differences. Whereas the roof of his home was in perfectly good condition, this particular roof was cracked and dusty, shingles were missing, and dried leaves were liberally scattered all over the place.
On closer inspection, the Japanese-style front door had several gaping holes punched through it, and the interior of the house was dark and gloomy.
Haru's brow wrinkled slightly in confusion. He knew where he was now, though he had no idea how he managed to get there. The entire Sohma residence was very large, encompassing about fifty some houses, all of which were in varying sizes. More then half of them were now empty or loaned to outsiders because the original residents had left over the centuries.
About seven years ago, Akito commanded all the remaining Sohma's to cluster together in one area. A tall wooden fence was then built between the inhabited and uninhabited sections of their land. Haru frowned. Somehow he had wandered over the fence without even knowing it. Ah well...and he thought his sense of direction was finally getting better...
With a soft curse, Haru ran a hand through his thick white bangs in frustration. The silver watch on his wrist told him that it was nearly five in the afternoon, and his mother had demanded him home by six so that he could help with dinner. If he tried to find his way home now, he would be late.
Glancing back at the run-down house, Haru couldn't help but feel a bit curious. He hadn't been on this side of the fence since it was built. It wouldn't hurt to just look around a bit, would it?
Making up his mind, Haru slowly pushed open the rusted gate and began walking up the unevenly paved cobblestones. Something about this house piqued his interest the most, and he felt the need to explore it. Who knows, he might just find something valuable that its previous owners had forgot to take with them.
Sliding open the crooked front door, Haru was greeted to the sight of dirt, cobwebs, and more dirt. It was apparent that nobody had entered this building in quite some time. The air inside was strong and musky with the smell of mildew, but he managed to ignore it.
Floorboards creaked loudly in protest as Haru maneuvered his way over to one of the bedrooms. Strange. There was still furniture in this room. Moldy pillows and blankets lay in a pile on top of a rolled up sleeping mat. A small vanity in the corner was laden with old-fashioned bottles of perfume and other cosmetics. There was even a jewelry box lying on top of a brown dresser next to the closet. .
Everything was covered in a thick film of dust.
Moving on to the next room, Haru noticed that it too was also filled with belongings. There were more blankets and pillows, a small shelf crammed full of children's books, and several tattered stuffed animals lay untouched in a corner. It was obviously a child's room. Just out of curiosity, Haru stepped over to one tiny dresser and slowly pulled open the top drawer.
It was still filled with clothes.
Shaking his head in slight disbelief, Haru quickly went to check the other rooms. His suspicions were confirmed as he noted the pots, pans, and skillets that were tucked neatly underneath the kitchen stove. Cupboards were still stocked with cans of soup, vegetables, and fruit, as well as jars of miso and full sacks of rice.
In the small bathroom, there were two dirty toothbrushes, and several half- empty bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Rolls of yellowed toilet paper were stacked haphazardly under the sink. A vase full of wilted, crumbling flowers remained next to a bar of dried blue soap.
Making his way back to the first bedroom, Haru stared at it for a moment before lifting the jewelry box from where it lay. With one big puff of breath, the heavy dust accumulated on top of it was blown off, and slowly, he unclasped the lock and lifted the lid.
There was only one item inside; a small oval pendant strewn on a delicate gold chain. It was a simple, common little thing, but Haru picked it up and pocketed it without a moment's hesitation.
He would inspect it closely later on, but for now he wanted to get out of this odd house. He could admit to himself that it unnerved him slightly to know that everything in this place still remained, though the owners had already left.
Who in the right mind would just abandon everything they possessed like this? Haru felt like he had uncovered a mystery, one that he felt the need to solve. Without wasting another second, the young man exited the shabby house and started on his way home. Behind him, the sun was already setting.
"Haru, I love you." Rin had whispered in his ear. "I want to be with you forever." Pretty words from a pretty girl. They meant nothing, but Haru hadn't known that back then. Back then, he had believed her. He had even loved her back...though now he wondered if he ever understood the meaning of love. Probably not.
Three years had passed since Rin. She'd never really told him why they broke up...or rather, why she broke up with him. He didn't understand much of what happened.just that Akito abused her after he found out about their relationship, and she ended up in the hospital.
When she was finally released, it was as if her personality had completely changed. She'd become cruel and uncaring, totally unlike how she used to be. Haru was eighteen now, nearly nineteen in another few months. If he remembered correctly, it would be Rin's birthday a week after his own.
Come to think of it, she had left him on her birthday.
Haru dangled the pendant in front of his eyes lazily, watching as the sun's rays glinted off of the precious metal.
She was beautiful. He had always loved to run his hands through her long dark hair, or just stare deeply into her endless brown eyes. But now he wondered if they were really as endless as he used to describe. Yuki always said that Rin dumped him because she was bored with their relationship.
Or in other words, she was just bored with *him*.
Haru didn't understand. What was there to be bored of? He did everything she asked of him and more. He bought her presents and took her out on dates four times a week. Sometimes they would go biking, or clubbing, or shopping together. And every single time they met, she would tell him that she loved him.
So what was it that went wrong? Haru didn't know, just that one day she approached him coldly and explained her love for Shigure, and how she wanted nothing more to do with him. It had been a severe blow to his heart, but Haru could barely feel the slightest twinge of pain as he thought of it now.
Rin moved away in disgrace after Shigure rejected her advances, and Haru hadn't seen her since. She had taught him a good lesson, and that was to guard his heart carefully so that no one else could come along and hurt him the way she had. Because of her, Haru had vowed never to love for a long, long time.
But sometimes...sometimes he just felt so goddamn alone...
"You idiot, watch where you're going!" Someone yelled out angrily. Haru sat up, just in time to see Honda Tohru trip over a rock and fall heavily against a certain reddish-haired young man who was carrying a black duffel bag. With a poof, the young man transformed into a small orange cat, and Tohru came crashing to the ground quite heavily.
"Gomen Kyou-kun!" Tohru cried out honestly as she tried to struggle to her feet.
Kyou sighed in exasperation. "That's ok. Just...just watch for the rocks next time, alright?" Tohru nodded vehemently, her cheeks staining pink with embarrassment. "I will." She assured him as she bent down to scoop up his discarded clothes and the duffel. "I guess I'm just so happy to see you again that I haven't been paying much attention..."
The cat seemed to shrug at her words, and the two walked on in uncomfortable silence. Ever since Sohma Yuki and Tohru became engaged five months ago, situations had become nearly unbearable in Shigure's house. Kyou would leave for weeks at a time, never telling anyone where he would be going, or when he would be coming back. Naturally this made Tohru extremely worried and upset for him, which in turn caused Yuki to be agitated as well.
Haru couldn't help but feel sympathy for Kyou. He knew what the neko was going through, and things would only get worse as the date of Yuki and Tohru's wedding drew near.
"Look Kyou-kun! Hatsuharu-kun is sitting against that tree over there!" Tohru suddenly exclaimed happily, waving at him. Haru waved back with a small smile. His smile disappeared as Kyou suddenly dashed towards him with a speed he hadn't thought a cat could possess. With a confused look on his face, he blinked as Kyou managed to scramble on top of his lap.
"Please...please get me away from her." Kyou hissed desperately. "I can't stand to be around her right now...please! Haru...please..."
Without hesitation, Haru nodded and quickly stood up with Kyou in his arms. He turned to face Tohru as the girl finally caught up with them. "I have a lot of things to tell Kyou about." Haru lied even as Tohru opened her mouth to question them. "You go on to Shigure's house. We will catch up as soon as we can." He flashed her another one of his small smiles, and Tohru nodded happily. "Alright then! I'll see you two later, Hatsuharu- kun, Kyou-kun!"
Haru waited until Tohru was out of sight before turning his attention back to the animal he was holding. "You owe me." He said simply. Kyou sighed and nodded. "Anything you want." He muttered in a tired voice.
Haru raised an eyebrow. "Kyou, what's wrong?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. The cat struggled out of his hold and jumped lightly to the ground.
"Don't ask what you already know." Came the biting reply. "Yuki probably told you himself."
Haru sat back down and leaned against the tree trunk. "Not Yuki, but Momiji. Word travels fast in our so-called 'family'. Everyone knows by now." Kyou snorted humorlessly. "So what new shit has Akito been saying about me lately? Oh wait, on second thought I don't even want to know." Haru was startled to hear the bitterness in Kyou's voice.
"If it helps, Akito is still too angry at Yuki right now to talk trash about you."
The cat released a sigh and flopped onto its back. Waving all four paws in the air, Kyou attempted to stretch out his sore muscles, regardless of how funny he might look. Once he was sufficiently relaxed, he rolled back over and began cleaning his paws.
"So what are you here for?" He muttered in an attempt to change the subject. "You came all this way to pick a fight with me?" Haru shook his head. "No. I was just going to the movie theater when I got lost." He answered truthfully.
Several minutes of strange silence ensued before Haru suddenly grabbed Kyou from where he lay and began inspecting him curiously. Before the neko could ask him what the hell he was doing, Haru released him with a frown.
"How come you're not changed back yet?" He demanded. "It's been nearly five minutes already."
Kyou shrugged. "Oh that. It's nothing really, it just takes more energy outta me when I change back these days. I'll turn back eventually, when my body feels like it."
Haru tried not to show his concern as he studied the cat with keen, dark eyes. Kyou looked really tired, he decided. The cat's orange fur was faded and scraggly. There were dark stains underneath his eyes, and even the long orange tail looked limp and lifeless.
Before he could stop himself, Haru reached out with one hand and awkwardly tried to smooth out the rumpled fur. He could feel Kyou stiffen at his unexpected touch.
"What are you doing?" Kyou growled out curiously, but didn't pull away.
Haru shrugged. "Just helping you with your fur." He answered honestly. Then without warning, he picked Kyou up for the third time that day and plopped him down lightly on his lap. "Kyou...what are you doing to yourself?" He asked in a soft whisper.
The orange cat stared up at him in shock. "Doing to myself?" He repeated. "What the hell do you mean?" Haru let his hand run down Kyou's left side. "I can feel each and every one of your ribs." He explained. His explanation angered Kyou for some reason, and before he knew it the cat had slipped from his grasp.
"Don't ever touch me again!" Kyou spat out, his faded orange fur bristling in fury. "I don't know what is wrong with you today, but just leave me alone!" Then in a quieter voice, "You don't know what you're talking about."
Running a hand through his hair, Haru watched as Kyou turned and ran away back into the forest. The neko was right. What *was* wrong with him today? Why was he suddenly feeling so much concern for the orange-haired baka? Haru gingerly reached into his pocket and pulled out the strange pendant. He let it slowly twirl in front of his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he'd been thinking of Rin. Thinking of her always made him feel more sentimental and in touch with his emotions. Kyou was experiencing the same thing he experienced when Rin had left him. It was something called unrequited love.
With one last glance at the pendant, Haru tucked it back into his pocket and stood up. For now, he would watch Kyou closely, yet discreetly. Despite the fact that they had never been close, Haru didn't want anything bad to happen to him. With that in mind, he started down the path towards Shigure's house.
~**Thanks for reading, please review! ^_^!!