Rating: PG13? It depends on what you see the scenes as. Afterglow, sleeping… your call. XD
Warnings: Angst, haiku, sap, mild shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or any of its characters.
Notes: 2 for 1 price… they seemed to fit together. Or not. xx I dunno… they don't necessarily have to be chronically placed behind each other. XD;
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In the Moonlight
It looks like a man,
The scarecrow in the moonlit night-
And it is pitiful.
Drowning
Tresses of weeping willows stroked Hatori's face. He brushed them away, trying to focus on the uncovered figure in the dark.
The figure had the silhouette of a man, but his hair reflecting the blue shine of the moon was as long as a female's.
Hatori knew the figure well; shapes and angles that described Ayame accurately.
The Hebi simply stood, not stirring. His arms hung limply past his sides, and the body appeared in danger to be blown over anytime the breeze would blow a tiny bit harder.
Tiny sparkles dripped over the naked man's cheek, falling in the ominous lake.
He could only hope that one day he would be allowed to watch the man drop his mask in front of him.
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After the Fireworks
The others go home.
With the fireworks over,
How dark it's become!
Light
Warmth spread through his chest as he glanced at the figure huddled up to him for heat.
Moon's frosty lights made pale skin translucent, contrasting sharply with unusually rosy cheeks.
Normally after the ceremony was over, the family would leave.
Hatori was used to people leaving. Darkness and silence would claim his home and soul once more.
He had hardly suspected Ayame to show him fireworks.
Surprising to the Dragon was that he felt like protecting the snake.
The Ryuu traced the man's heated skin, tangling his fingers in the long tresses that belonged to him, now. They had always belonged to him, he realised.
He deserved shine in his life, just like Ayame deserved fire after burning out his energy.
And there, at the porch of the house in the darkest of the night, Hatori finally surrendered to Ayame's light, driving the shadows away.
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A/N on Drowning: Mwahaha. I'll let you people decide who the last line belonged to.
This whole thing is covered in symbolism. The sad treesHatori's sad past, which he's brushing away to be able to see Ayame without his mask. He finally sees Ayame for real, without his mask (hence the naked-ness), frailly waiting in his own emotions (lake) for Hatori's attention.
Yeaaah… this is not my best work, is it? XD I try too hard. x-x
Also: I wish would stop alterning my story's layout like crazy. It annoys me. So if anything looks retarded, it's probably