Here's a little one shot from Kyo's point of view, right after his confinement.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket and I never will. Except for the thirteen manga under my bed…
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I hate love.
Don't look at me like that. Don't pretend like you understand, saying bullshit like, "ooh, I was in love once too, but I got over it." I'll never get over this. I can't get over this.
Everything you say is bullshit. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your damn sympathy.
I blame everybody for this. Everyone who ever loved me put me here and made this imprisonment ten thousand times worse than it had to be.
If I didn't love I would have had nothing to let go of. If I didn't feel love I would have had nothing to lose. Now I've lost everything and all that's left is this vacuum that sucks all of the hate into it and pumps it through my system.
I hate love.
Kazuma loved me. He was as close to a father as I ever had. He taught me all that I knew about the world and accepted my horrible, ugly grotesque person into his house. When I grew older and felt my anger for that damn rat take over he helped me calm down even though I didn't want to. He taught me. He helped me. He loved me. Then he couldn't save me when I needed him most.
All they needed was a knife, that's all they needed and we'd all be free.
I was never part of the banquet, only part of a cage.
Tohru loved me. She confessed to me a few months ago. She'd brightened my life and opened happiness within me. That sounds like bullshit but I think it's true. I felt safe and loved around her, like my impending doom would never take place. She befriended me. She accepted me. She loved me. Then she couldn't save me at the last minute. She couldn't save me from the iron bars.
Just one little slash across the heart, under the ribs, watch the guts spill out and it would all be over.
I'm never getting out of this cage.
Now it's time for food. I've lost weight, I know, and soon they're going to force feed me and make sure I don't starve to death. I can't eat their bread when I know it will only make my time here in exile that much longer.
This wouldn't be so unbearable if those stupid fucking people had left me alone like I asked.
I HATE love.
confinedconfinedconfinedconfinedconfinedconfinedconfinedconfined
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