Disclaimer – I do not own Fruits Basket or its characters in any form or shape.

A/N – I had an inspiration to write after reading an article on Washington Post. There are medical studiessuggesting that a person can die from a broken heart.


Ayame sighed as he lower himself onto the futon. His daughter, Aoi has just brought him some tea. The warmth of the tea was welcomed. He felt terribly cold. He closed his eyes. He knew his daughter wanted to talk but strangely, he has lost all desire to hold a conversation with anyone – anyone but her.

Aoi looked at her father she has never seen him like that. A small smile formed on her lips as she remembered her normally flamboyant father. Her mother used to be so amused by his antics. He never failed to bring laughter to her mother and her.

'Kassan, we miss you so much.'

Tears pooled in the rims of her eyes threatening to fall. She watched herfather as he slowly succumbed to sleep. She brushed his brow and stood up. She looked around the room to see if there was anything else to be done. Seeing none, she walked out, quietly closing the shoji behind her.

Ayame opened his eyes when he heard the shoji shut. He turned and looked out into the garden. The breeze was gently blowing the leaves and flowers, swaying them in a rhythm in tune with nature. Hanging down the door frame was a simple wind chime, enchanting him with its simple music. Everything reminded him of her. He sat up on his futon, slowly bringing himself up.

'How could everything still go on when my heart is dead? When she is dead? Why can't the wind stop? Why must the flowers grow?'

Despair overcome him and he almost gave in, when he heard the front door open. Yuki greeted his older cousins.

'Is he here?'

'Aa' answered Shigure's unusually somber voice. 'We can't just leave him in his house with Aoi. The last 2 weeks was more than what the poor girl can take. He keeps drowning himself in despair. I have never seen him like this.'

'But again, we have never suffer a loss like this.' Hatori interrupted.

Ayame turned away from the drone of conversation. He looked out into the garden again, seeing but not seeing the beauty that surrounded him. They put him in the Sohmas' head house so that they can monitor him.

'Why can't they just leave me alone?' Ayame thought, 'The nosy dog and infuriating dragon.'

Deep down, he knew why Shigure and Hatori wanted him near them – they were worried. He totally lost it at the hospital and Hatori had to drug him for days. The only time they did not drug him was when he needed to attend the funeral service. Tears rolled down his handsome face. At 52, Ayame is still dashing. His hair was as luscious and his body still has not an ounce of fat. He kept himself well for his wife. He still possessed the charm to stop any woman's heart. But there was only one for him.

Tohru