Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya.

Warnings: Shounen-ai.

Pairings: HaruxKyou
Notes: Writen in 40 minutes for the Temps Mort fortune cookie challenge. [Fortune used: Never wear your best pants when you go to fight for freedom.] Surprisingly non-angsty. Title taken from a Pillows song.


Beautiful Morning With You


Midway through the summer, Shigure jokingly remarked that since Haru was spending so much time there already, he might as well move in. Haru nodded, smiled, and moved into Kyou's room.

It made sense for him to be there.

For the first week or two, everyone was unsure of just what Haru and Kyou's relationship entailed - bar fighting when Haru went Black or Kyou was just... Kyou - until Tohru walked in on them making out on Kyou's bed. Although she couldn't look them in the eye for the next week - it's hard to see someone in the same light after you see them being pinned to the bed by their cousin whilst being thoroughly French-kissed by said cousin - everyone learnt to knock on their door.

Summer passed into autumn.

Even Yuki remarked on how Kyou had changed. He smiled more, and picked fights less. He still refused to eat leeks and was still just as touchy as ever. But, as Haru remarked, that was what made Kyou Kyou.

At school, people gossiped when they went up on the roof to eat lunch together, and held hands as they walked home. Yuki wouldn't deny or confirm the rumours; just smiled.

Autumn passed into winter.

More and more Kyou found himself falling asleep on his bed, and waking up curled up next to Haru in the makeshift bed they had set up on the floor for him. He wondered if he had begun to sleepwalk, and then shrugged it off. It didn't matter.

As it got colder, the mornings got darker. They still sat up on the roof together to eat lunch, even though it was numbingly cold. Haru said he read somewhere about sharing body heat made you warmer. Kyou reflected that was quite a useful excuse when Momji asked why Haru had his hands up Kyou's shirt. Nighttime was all frosty stars in an inky black sky and misty puffs of breath.

It got very cold the last week of November. Kyou sat on his bed and looked at Haru, and told him to stop being stupid and to get into bed because it would be much colder on the floor, and he couldn't very well have his boyfriend getting sick. Haru slipped underneath the covers and held Kyou close.

Although they had to face Shigure and Ayame's teasing and Yuki's calmy raised eyebrow and Tohru's blushes the next day, that moment was perfect.

Winter passed into spring.

Cherry trees blossomed, and the weather got warmer, but they still shared a bed. When Haru suggested it, Kyou just looked at him and told him he was an idiot.

On that morning, Kyou woke up with a sigh. 'I'm going, Haru,' he whispered.

'Aa. Okay. See you later.'

Kyou gave a once-rare smile. 'Yeah. See you later.'

He turned around to pick up his shirt from the floor. Haru sleepily draped his arms around him. 'Remember. Never wear your best pants when you go to fight for freedom.'

He grinned. 'How could I when you're wearing them? I'll see you soon.'

On that day, the day of his graduation, Kyou went and calmly told Akito he was running away, turned around and walked out again, ignoring the clan head's threats. When he reached Shigure's house again, Haru was waiting for him with his backpack, his own bag already shouldered. Kyou nodded.

'Let's go.'

It was a beautiful morning.

~owari