Tears of an Angel: Chapter Five

By: Sakura Avalon or Kinomoto

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authors notes: . . sorry i  updated so late . . i was just so busy working on my new site and finals are coming up . . * sigh * but thank you for all the wonderful reviews! arigato minna-san!

Chapter Five: Part one

               I remember a dream . . a dream in which a little boy takes me by the hand . . a dream where all is dark and silent . . a dream . . a peaceful dream . .

. . . my dream . .

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               I  looked towards the night sky in a sense of silent awe and wonder as the stars before me twinkled like the same small sparkle of hope in the eyes of those around me. Letting a small sigh escape the tip of my lips, I slowly covered the bare window and wrapped myself with the blanket Sohma Kyou had, to my relief, placed on top of my shivering body as my dreams became a living reality to the sleeping and unknowing me.

               The nightmares began to haunt me again, the same ones that haunted me as a child growing up without a mother. The same scenes over and over again -- the same screams; the same pleas . . and that one voice -- the one voice that I know so well. The voice of my master, Sohma Akito.

               Throwing my wrapped body onto my bed, a clutter of noises -- similar to the sounds of shattering glass entered my system. Pacing myself, I quickly reached to open the door then crept out of my room and into the kitchen. Praying silently that my dreams were just a dream and not a reality, I stepped into the room.

               To both my surprise and relief, I found myself watching an embarassed neko cleaning the mess of broken plates and cups. A laugh erupted from my stomach but soon faded into a small cough.

" Neko-san," I whispered, the sight of Sohma Kyou crouching down and picking up the shards of glass triggering the mother in me, " Leave that alone, you're going to hurt yourself!"

               " Shut up and go to bed." Sharp, and deadly like the orange spikes that formed from the back of his neck. " I don't need your pity or words of advice, just shut up and go the bed."

               The harshness of his voice frightened me, but at the same time, the hidden meanings behind his words gave me comfort and warmth. " Here, Neko-san, let me help you."

Rushing to his side, I carefully picked the shards of glass off the floor and dropped them, one by one, into the trash can.

               " Don't expect to hear any thanks."

.. .. .. an embarassed .. .. neko .. .. in both red and orange .. ..

               " Iie," I replied quickly. " I don't expect to hear any of that sort of nonsense anyways, so don't worry!"  I felt his gaze linger on me for a while longer than I'd liked, and so, turned the other way. "I'm going to go check on the others, so please go back to bed. Young healthy men need their sleep!"

               His gaze still lingered on my pale cheeks. To break the awkwardness, I gathered up my courage and headed straight for Yuki's room. "Oyasumi, neko-kun."

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               Pausing infront of Sohma Yuki's closed door, I muttered a small incantation and watched with beated breath as the door silently opened to reveal the hidden contents of his room. Creeping in as silently as I could, I waited by his bed side, watching every movement and hearing every sound made by the nezumi. His room was very clean, and hardly hinted that there was a human being living in it. Expected, perhaps.

               Gazing down on the sleeping prince, I managed a faint smile to grace my features. He was beautiful, the prince was absolutely beautiful -- as if he were drawn in a painting by the most famous artist known to man. This was true beauty and grace, and I couldn't help but feel a small tinge of warmth on my cheeks.

               It was at this exact moment that I had a sudden urge to reach out and brush his hair against my fingers. Yes, I could already imagine how soft his violet purple hair would be against my fingers. Yes, very soft.

 A Prince. A Masterpiece.

An Angel. A Devil.

Epitone of beauty.

               He matched all of these titles in such mysterious ways that even I, Honda Tohru, couldn't help but fall under his charm, and angelic like grace. It was already a week since my first day and here I am, already falling under the unique charms of the two Sohma boys.

               Kyou and his rough, tiger like exterior. It's just so cute how he always defends his actions, when deep inside he sincerely cares.

               Yuki, now I don't know what I like about him. It may be his princely charms, or maybe the way he opens up to me while infront of others, he's his aloof self.

Okaa-san, I'm in such confusion right now!

               Once I made saw that everything was safe, I forced myself to exit the room of my painting, and walk through the door of Shigure's. His whimpers and snores were comforting to me as I tip toed in. Walking in, the first thing I noticed was his cuddly doll, shaped in what would seem like a young, beautiful mermaid, held tightly against his chest. How cute and very Shigure like.

               Barely managing to stiffle my giggles, I finally exited and headed back into my room, and after moments of peace, deep into sleep.

.. To be Continued ..

               Saki's blabber: Anyways, this chapter is really nothing important to the story line, except for some possible future relationship moments. I just wanted to get back in the mood and so voila, here it is!

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