Title: Let it go
Fandom: Fruits basket
Characters: Ayame
Prompt: 017, brown.
Word count: 516
Rating: PG (For angst.)
Summary: I might as well admit it to myself, since I can't to the person I love…
Authors notes: I do not own Fruits basket. Thank you for reading this.
Ayame smiled wistfully at the pond in front of him. Another lazy afternoon, set in his favorite secret spot. No one would worry. They would assume Ayame was shopping or something. In truth, it sort of made Ayame sad that no one would worry. Didn't they care?
Aaya let out a dry chuckle at that thought. "Why worry, when they'd have one less person to worry about if I were gone for good," he said to himself.
As much as Aaya would like to say that his best friend in the world would care, he figured Hatori would probably be relieved. Yes, Aaya knew how much of a headache he caused his favorite person in the world. And lets face it, Ayame hated it.
He hated causing the person he-
"No," said Aaya out loud. He was not going down that road with himself again.
Instead he cast his eyes to the ground. The grass around him was sparse, and the brown dirt showed through. Brown. Sort of like Aaya felt most days. Dry, pained, and overall numb. Very, very Numb. Brown, the color often associated with something bland and unappealing.
Looking down at himself, Ayame sighed. "Okay, maybe not bland, but unappealing should be my middle name," he said out loud. "Brown should be an emotion. Then, when another person asked what was wrong with me, I could describe how I feel to them. Not that they'd want to know, but still…"
He trailed off mid-sentence and looked over at the pond, where something was standing. It was a heron. The bird was beautiful, in every sense of the word. He moved with expert grace and precision, and slowly, as though he had all the time in the world.
How Ayame wished to be that bird! How he wanted to be graceful and beautiful! 'Hatori would Lo-,' Ayame cut his thought off abruptly. 'Oh no. Not again.'
Let's face it. If he couldn't admit it to Hatori, then he wouldn't admit it to himself.
Ayame looked down at his watch and started. Where had the time gone? He was going to be late to dinner, at this rate! Standing up, Aaya froze as he heard something crinkle in his pocket.
"I can't believe it," he said out loud, his eyes still frozen ahead of him. "Of all the places, I had to choose These pants." Slowly, he pried a note out of his pocket. On it was written his gravest secret. He had put it there to forget, but instead…
Ayame dropped the paper. Before he left, he made sure to step over it as many times as he could bear. Then he left, leaving the paper behind.
It was so brown, no one would be able to make out the words, 'I LOVE HATORI' on it.