Trail of Tears
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Everything's Relative
(a.n – Bwah hah hah – behold my first Fruits Basket fanfiction. As this is my first one, people may not be totally in-character, and I do apologize for that. This fic was mainly written as a request by a friend, Julia. Sorry if it's not exactly the way you wanted it; but I think I might've gotten a bit too carried away with the plot. Heh heh – please read and review^_^)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, do you think I'd be writing a disclaimer?
Kyou rolled over in his sleep, kicking the covers off the bed as he did so. It was mid-day, but Kyou had gotten the winter flu and was in bed, sick. Yuki crept into the room quietly, making sure that the door didn't make any noise when he opened it. He looked at the ill-fallen neko with somewhat sympathetic eyes.
"Hmph – it's his own fault anyway; always staying out on the roof in the cold weather like that." Yuki mused to himself, his expression quickly changing.
Yuki stopped talking when he noticed that Kyou's eyes were slowly opening.
"Why the hell are you here?" Kyou murmured slowly.
Yuki didn't say anything for a little while. He didn't want Kyou to know that he had actually came up here to see if he was still okay.
"Shigure told me to come up and check on you." Yuki replied finally.
"Well, tell him I'm fine and go away."
"Fine. It's not like I want to be here anyway." Yuki said as he walked out and closed the door quietly behind him.
Once outside, he sighed. How could he ever tell Kyou that he never really wanted to get into all of those fights with him? That he just wanted to be friends… maybe more?
'All of those words Kyou always says to me… does he really mean it? Does he really hate me?' Yuki thought to himself in the hallway.
He heard a resounding thump against the floor in Kyou's room. Yuki poked his head back into his room to see him lying on the floor, asleep. Yuki shook his head and laughed a bit.
"Baka neko." He muttered as he gingerly picked Kyou up off the floor and placed him back on his bed; fixing the covers for him as well.
Kyou's eyes opened a bit, then fully, and then they turned back into a glare.
"I thought I told you to leave me the hell alone."
"Well, you fell off your bed."
"I didn't ask for you to come and pick me up."
"Fine – next time I'll let you stay on the floor."
"Fine – now go away."
Yuki did leave, although somewhat reluctantly. It really did seem like Kyou hated him as much as a person could possibly hate another. It made him feel sad; alone.
As he was back wallowing in his misery and depression, Haru approached him. Haru had been living with them ever since he moved away from the main house. It seemed like Shigure's house was becoming more and more like the main house more than anything.
Haru looked at Yuki thoughtfully; taking in the full meaning of his features. The saddened purple eyes; the downcast frown he had pasted on his face. It all could only mean one thing, but Haru decided to play dumb anyway.
"Penny for your thoughts." Haru said quietly, not wanting to startle Yuki; as he was looking down at the floor in deep thought.
"What?" Yuki said abruptly, looking up, "Oh… Haru – it's nothing, really."
"You sure?"
"Yeah – just stupid thoughts anyway – not truly worth thinking over."
"All thoughts are worth thinking, or else we wouldn't have the power to imagine them."
Yuki looked over at Haru; the kid really did confuse him a lot, with his two different personalities.
"I suppose that's true…" Yuki finally said.
"Well, if it's nothing you don't want to talk about, then I suppose I'll leave you to wallow in your misery alone – if that's what you want." Haru told him; saying the last part slowly.
'Misery? Who said I was feeling misery? Well – I might be, but how would he know? I never told him.' Yuki thought to himself as Haru waited patiently for an answer.
"You can go on ahead – do what you want to do. You don't have to stay here with me if you don't want to." Yuki replied.
Haru looked at Yuki. What Haru really wanted to do was to stay here with Yuki, perhaps comfort him; but he had a feeling that Yuki wanted to be left alone, that he was just being nice to Haru.
"I suppose I'll let you be. But remember, shared joy is double joy, and shared sorrow is half sorrow." He told Yuki, descending the stairs.
'I will never get him. Sometimes he can be so giving; so selfless – but other times… he can be an asshole. But I suppose he can't control that.' Yuki enveloped himself in though once more.
"Hello Haru." Shigure greeted the boy who had just passed the room he was currently occupying a second ago.
Haru back-tracked and went into Shigure-san's "office."
"How is everything upstairs?" He asked Haru, knowing that the boy had previously been up there.
"Nothing is really wrong… just some," Haru paused, searching for the right word, "hidden feelings."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"Between whom?"
"Well, Yuki likes Kyou, and I think that Kyou likes Tohru, judging by the way he acts around her."
At hearing this, Shigure immediately burst out into hysterical laughter.
"Yuki likes Kyou?" He asked, astonished, when he had finally stopped laughing.
"Apparently so." Hary replied, his eyes downcast.
Shigure noticed this and asked, "So… who do you like in this wonderful house of complex feelings?"
Haru looked up in surprise at the question. He did answer however, "That doesn't really seem to matter."
Shigure noted that he probably shouldn't have asked that. So he decided to change the subject.
"So what brings you by my office?"
"Well," Haru started, "I was going to the television room."
"Oh? What happened?" Shigure asked, a bit confused, considering that the television room was at the other side of the house.
"I got lost."
(a.n the continuation: Awww… Haru-chan *glomp* Heh heh – yeah, so that's the ending of this. I hoped everyone liked it and people aren't too out of character. If they are, oh well… I don't really care, because this *is* the way I plan to write the story – everything will work out. And please review. Also, check out Different Perception's Fruits Basket fanfiction, "The Game of Life." It's really good and review-deprived. It needs the reviews it deserves – so I'm promoting it. Ja ne!)
