Disclaimer: Fruit Basket belongs to Takaya Natsuki, any theories that are written are own by me. However, don't sue me for it, I am just a poor student that seems to suffer from insomnia so that is why I am writing tons of fan fiction. Okay enough of my ranting, on to the story.

Thoughts of a Mouse
By Starfire

It hurts the endless loneliness that abates my world, the continuous suffering from being far away from others. What is the point of living in this eternal darkness, with a leader that enjoys suffering of those that are under his rule, because he himself was damned to die, that we all put up with him. A bell chimes in the room, the young boy stood up looking out of the window, clothed in garments of white and gray, it rustle on the floor of wood.

It doesn't make any sense as to why, this cruel curse, that I should be born into this wealth of cycle to be born and reborn as a mouse. I don't exactly understand, the purpose of this endless cycle, 12 animals 13 if you count the one that wasn't allow, periodically cycled around, simply because of a old crime in the past. 14 souls that are continuously cycled around in these bodies, with weaken agility to suffer through decades of pain, and horror. Until…Until the one soul forgives them and releases them from this sodden curse, until the one that was killed by the leader, comes to help guide us to the light. Pressing his hand on the wooden wall, he looked up the moon that caste shadows behind him, shifting more, he walked toward the door, his foot padded softly, until he push open the door to the corridor.

However, the curse still runs, I am uncertain, when the pain would ease off, I am uncertain, if we would ever meet the one that would forgive us for the sins of our past life. Crossing he stopped in front of a door, his hand trembles as he pressed the door open walking in softly. His amethyst eyes peered onto the sleeping figure, her hair streamed around her, the soft pale pink of her pajama's lay around her, while the blankets were strewed this way and that. Are you the one Hondo-san? Are you the one that our leader killed? Are you the soul of the monk that had passed away in cold-blooded death?

Sitting down on the bed trying not to shift it so that she would awaken, he leans over caressing the hair on the bed sheets. Are you the one that was so kind enough to say 'Bless you' to the man that killed you? It sounds like you, it really does. His hands tremble slightly, just like in the past, it so sounds like you, when I was there my past self.

Fighting the shivers that ran through his body, I loved you then, I still do now Honda-san, if only I hadn't betrayed you that you would run away to join the monastery, due to the love that I rejected from you. His eyes soften, while looking at her, tears slowly well up in his eyes blurring them. I was a female back then, you were the man I loved, ironic that we are now reverse, you the female, and I the male. His lips twitches, if Kyou could hear it, he would tease me saying I still look female.

Leaning more closer he pressed his lips to a piece of her hair, To many what ifs still run through my mind, it is amazing that I almost missed you, though I did notice you in class, but I was too egotistical in my own suffering to notice you. One tear after another descended down his cheek, You still were there, by my side, even though I notice, I remember, would you forgive me, my love? Your so kind like you were back then, always forgiving, always my light. I went to your home to talk to you, and end up walking in to see your blood spewed around you.

Leaning back, pressing his hand against his chest, the beating of his heart thumped with pain, I wanted to tell you why, I wanted you to know why it had happen, I wanted you to say you forgive me for my sins. Closing his eyes, unable to bear it any longer, It hurts, the pain, is this what you felt?

I now know, but I still feel unworthy of you, the light that you bring into my life, the gift of your smile, your laughter. His hand convulses slightly, bringing his hand out almost in a phantom caress on the young girls cheek, I am thankful, that your next to me now, I want you to be by my side forever, they don't remember, the other's, but I do. I remember, so does Akito, he remembers, yet, he doesn't understand. Just who you are, but I know you, I know that soul that makes you, who you are.

Drawing his hands back, he slowly stood up, "Yuki…" Freezing slightly, his eyes turn to look at the girl that lay in bed. "Yuki…" Her soft voice mumbles softly in her sleep, while she shifted slightly, her hand reaching in his direction.

Yuki smile softly, "Shhh…I am here…" He whispered taking her hand into his gently, placing a whisper of a kiss on it gently. "Sleep now…"

Toharu shifted her hand twitch, then fell limply by her side, she slept on in her dreams, her lips curved upward in a sigh.

Even now, she knows me. Yuki muses slightly, as he padded toward the door taking one lingering glance, he slide the door close behind him. Yuki is snow, I was called snow back then. He muses, I was also the boy that met her back then, the one to help her, to find her, and now, we are here once again together. Fisting his hand slightly, I won't make the same mistake again. Second chances are hard to come by, I won't do what I did back then, and hurt her. Redemption is a very hard to come by, maybe I envy her light, but as long as she is by my side, everything will be okay in the end.