Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or any of the characters, though I wish I did!
/loneliness and aloneness/
A small room, an empty room. That was how Yuki remembered it. A cold room where the windows were too high up to see through. Walls painted so white it hurt to look at them. A lingering smell of unwashed human and urine. His senses had told him it was a bad place – a place not meant for him. He remembered asking if anyone lived there – if anyone would want to live there.
'Someone used to live there,' Akito had told him, 'and someone will live there again.'
That was the only time he'd ever seen the cat room. It was more than ten years ago now – more than half his life. Sometimes Yuki wondered how the current occupant of the cat room could stand existing in that tiny, tiny space. Sometimes he felt that he might as well be inside that room – isolated, alone from a living world.
But the spirit of the cat had chosen another Sohma – born only days after the rat-boy – a child who he'd been taught to hate like there was nothing else that mattered more. And he might still hate Kyo, if it wasn't for a brown-haired girl who'd changed their lives for an amazing two years.
Like a fool Yuki had thought that time would last forever. But luck that comes unlooked for can vanish just the same. And she disappeared on the morning of the day they graduated from high school, and now it was like she had never been there at all.
As if he'd been alone all along.
/end of part 1/
AN: It's ages since I write fanfiction, so this was just spur-of-the-moment. Sorry it's so short, there will be more coming! Please let me know what you think, all criticism is helpful!