Pen and Paper

By: AniZombiefangirl

He looked down at the two familiar utensils in front of him, on his desk. The pen and paper. A writer and a drawers favorite and most preferred tools. Any other day, he'd be scribbling something down, but today, he was out of any and all inspiration necessary. Even small little doodles, or parts for his book, weren't coming to him as soon as he'd like them to. So, they sat there, in front of him, as if taunting him to finally use them again.

Shigure Sohma sighed and ran a hand through his messy, dark hair. He knew that his manager would nag at him to at least have something for her. She was coming by to check on him, to see if he'd done anything. Although, he'd always have excuses for her, or have time to flee from her visits, like he'd usually did, just to annoy her greatly.

"If I don't get my next book done in the next few days, she'll be mad at me…But what am I supposed to write about? A story between a teacher and student, with some forbidden romance behind it all?" He said aloud, thoughtfully. "…I think I already wrote something like that…"

He picked up his pen, and began to fiddle with it, tapping it against his desk, clicking it repeatedly, and chewed on one end of it. Still, nothing came to him. He sighed again. The paper still lay on the table in front of him, and he moved the pen to it, and began to make small pictures. "Finally, getting somewhere." He mused, as he continued his scribbling.

Minutes later, he finished and looked down, admiring it, and just looking at it. It was just a small picture of his favorite person of his household; little Tohru Honda. She was so nice to him and his family, and most of his family were nice to her.

He chuckled and shook his head, dropping the pen back onto the desk, and crumpled up his picture, into a paper ball, and pulled out another piece, tossing the ball into the nearest waste basket. So now, he was back to where he started, staring at that bland piece of paper, and that black inked pen, that were both so dear to him, when composing his work.

He then stood up, and left his room, leaving the utensils behind, to check up on the members of his household, but as he did, those utensils, haunted him with every step he took. He entered the kitchen, finding Tohru, with her brown hair tied into two braids, cleaning the dishes, and working on lunch, her back was turned to him. "Hello Tohru." He said, with a friendly smile.

She turned on her heel and when she saw him, she smiled back. "Oh, hello Shigure. How's your book coming along?"

"Well…Not so well…I haven't been inspired for some time now. Being a writer isn't as cut out as it used to be." Shigure joked nervously.

"I see…well, maybe a little lunch would help you get some inspiration?" Tohru said, hopefully. She always had the oddest ways to cheer everyone up, but she did it so well, that it was so adorable.

Shigure fought the urge to hug her but said, "Oh Tohru, how much you make me feel so good in times so bad. It's very touching to the heart." He said, with a tearful tone as he sniffed.

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Food in his stomach, he was sadly sent back to his office to work on his book, all thanks to nice little Tohru, but all he could notice was the damn pen and piece of paper that lie before him on the little table he was at daily, for each and every book he'd ever written. So he sat down, at the same spot earlier, and continued his staring war, with the black pen, and the lined piece of paper.

Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own Shigure Sohma, nor Tohru Honda, they both belong to Fruits Basket. I only borrowed them for this theme, which seems to sort of fit Shigure, in a sense.

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