**I do not own Fruits Basket, obviously**
Pictured Life
Yuki was up after a poor three and a half hours worth of sleep. The young man had not slept in over 24 hours since he got home from his shift that morning. He put his body through all that sleepless hell and still he couldn't sleep right. It's as if he was too tired to sleep. What little he did sleep, he was pretty sure he had nightmares during the whole time. Nightmares about being trapped. He dreamt he was at the bottom of a lake.
He tried to swim to the surface, but somthing was grabbing his legs, trapping him. This went on for what seemed like forever. He exhaled the last bit of breath he held, he saw the bubbles from his breath ascend to the surface, then everything went black. He awoke.
He lay there for about a half hour, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. His arms and legs flaired out over the mattress.
His eyes were still cherry red. His eyebags made him appear stoned out of his mind. His hair was spread wildy across his pillow.
He had gone to bed without saying a word to Machi. He was a little relieved that he could not hear her.
He didn't want to get up. He knew she was probably in the living room watching his television. He was hungry though, so he trudged himself up and went out to hopefully find a bite to eat.
Yuki walked into the living room and there she was, sprawled out over the couch drinking out of a carton of his milk. He didn't really mind,
considering that he had stuck his tongue in her mouth many times. Although, he did pay for that milk.
She didn't live with him, would it hurt to ask first? She never does. Perhaps the perfection of a full carton of milk bothered her. Yuki gave her a little smile, trying to put on a false sense of wellness. She didn't smile back. She just stared at him. He looked around at the clutter she made.
"So Machi, tell me about the black shit on my walls. Do you think the landlord will think it's art? I can't wait to show him." Yuki said sarcastically,
still with the false grin on his face.
Machi narrowed her eyes at him and made a grumbling noise.
"Can you at least tell me what the hell this crap is!?" Yuki snapped.
The usual, monumentally sweet Yuki wasen't having any of it this morning. This was his apartment damn it. He was paying for it, and now he had lost his damage deposit, all because of her.
"It's glue with black paint mixed. So?" Machi hissed.
"Oh really?" Yuki said with a bizarre, maniacal expression on his face.
He didn't even bother to ask why she mixed the two. He just knew that it was totally congealed to his walls and tub and it would probably leave a stain no matter what he did. Not to mention the landlord just had the place newly painted over a month ago.
He could stand the clutter, the throwing of his items around the house. But on top of his lack or sleep, his need to get his school work done, and his hunger, his patience had reached it's end this morning. He decided to forget about the damages for a bit and go out to get somthing to eat.
He could have told Machi to leave, but that would add more headache than he already had. He'd deal with it later. He left her alone in his apartment.
She walked out the door, yelling at him "Where do you think you're going?"
"Out" he mumbled and slammed his car door.
He just wanted a quiet meal. He had a hankering for some of those crab rangoons at a Chinese restaraunt nearby. All the American students at his college were nuts about those things. He realized he didn't have any currency on him.
He did have his private savings account book in his little black Corolla though. He went to the bank and withdrew $20.00. He didn't care to eat out much since it was so expensive, but today he felt like he needed to treat himself. Normally he would bring Machi back some, but the hell with that. Not today.
He walked into the restaraunt and ordered 5 crab rangoons, steamed vegetables with white rice, and a Sprite. He knew he shouldn't be drinking sugary drinks since he was a midnight worker, but at least it didn't have any caffiene in it, he rationalized.
He went back out to his car. He didn't want the awkwardness of being seen eating alone in the restaraunt. He'd enjoy it more in the car, even if it was a little chilly out.
"Mmmmmmm" he moaned as he bit into the rangoon. Nothing like enjoying food without the company of your crazy girlfriend. "Don't Cry" by Guns and Roses started playing He hummed to it as he ate.
He always kept his car locked, so she couldn't get in and trash it, and so he could also hide his savings account book. He knew it drove her nuts to look inside his car and see all the perfection. He himself had learned to be alot cleaner these days.
With a girlfriend like Machi, anyone would learn to appreciate cleanliness.
He had to work that night at the factory. He knew he should try to get some sleep. But he couldn't stand the thought of going back to that apartment with Machi and trying to catch zzzz's. He decided to sleep in his car. It would be more comfortable anyway. Screw his schoolwork. It would have to wait. It's not like he could think straight anyway.
As he laid there, he imagined how things could have been different. He thought about his highschool life, how he lived in Shigure's house with that damn cat and sweet little Tohru. He smiled to himself as he thought of her. They exchanged calls pretty regularly. She was always afraid to call him with fears that she would be waking him up after one of his midnight shifts.
He was always afraid to call her because she was busy with her Mr. Perfect Dojo asshole boyfriend. He and Kyo, actually had starting getting along better after the curse ended. But Yuki still had a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
The thought of that damn ex-cat jamming his cock in Tohru made Yuki crazy with anger. He had to put on his earphones and jam to some heavy metal and run laps when he thought about it. He tried not to think about it. Just one more thing disrupt his sleeping.
Eventually, he drifted off to sleep in his car. Hopefully no one would walk by and bang on his widow thinking he was sick or somthing. He slept for about 2 and half hours, dreaming of Tohru, about the day they all went to the beach together.
She was laughing, and splashing in the shallow water. Sunlight beamed all around her, making the water sparkle. Her skin a tickled pink, blushing. Her little, perky
breasts bouncing. It was a better sleep, even if it was short. He had mess in his pants when he woke.
**** Naughty, naughty Yuki! I apologize if they might seem out of character. It's been a little while since I read the manga. I plan to reread soon. I'm kinda just going off what I remember. Anyways, I plan to add more chapters very soon, maybe tommorow. Chow. ****
