A/N: Hello, this is Moroi Mikomi! I'll be posting the first part of this series- this is actually a monologue written from Kyou's POV during Volume 11. The title means "Tears." Each drabble in this series will have the title of a flower, so……yea. Please enjoy and review! So excited
Oh, and I don't own fruit's basket.
Helenium
Close your eyes, hold it in.
Dammit, I swear I didn't want it like this. I came
back with a mission- beat him! Beat him to the
ground!
Don't let these tears fall. I'm meant to be hated,
crap- I was born to hate! It's the only thing I've ever
known...until her. So why? Why now! Everything
was going so well, wasn't it?
But she was there.
Hold it in...what makes us hate?
Is it birth? Is it words? A closed door that refuses
to open up? Rejection? Fear?
If it's not natural, then what is?
A hand begging to be held.
Eyes the color of the sky, wishes that don't come true.
Learning not to hate. Learning something else...what do
I call it? Friendship, thats not it, the word cuts too deep,
hurts too much. And if it hurts, what do I do? Doesn't
everything hurt? Not like this.
So what makes us...love?
A willing presence. A thousand moments of bliss.
Seeing the world as beautiful, wanting to know everything
through her. Wanting to preserve everything about her:
her shape, her presence, the ribbons of hair flowing
in the wind.
The inability to hate...how could I...fight again...
Dammit, the tears are falling like rain now. There's
nothing I can do to hold them in...not even the rain
sounds so horrible now.