Disclaimer: I don't Own Fruits Basket
I lay on my bed, Zippo in hand. "Chic," Went the Zippo each time I closed and opened it. Every damn cry for help rang though the room. Every damn one.
The door slid open. This sudden movement made me jump. It was Tohru. "Yeah?" I asked harshness in my voice.
"Dinners ready," Tohru said timidly. I didn't mean to say things to her in a hash voice. But after watching the other three die I became harsh and even more short tempered. I hated it. Absolutely hated it.
Tohru became less happy after finding out about the other two. I tried to comfort her. But it didn't work. She was dating Yuki. So she became broken hearted. She lived with 6 different people till she came to live with me. She became a little happier but not much.
I became a heavy smoker. I didn't care. Every time Tohru would talk to me about it I would just storm off. She would start crying. I hated it. I walked to the kitchen. There she stood. "Kyo-Kun," She said less joyful then it once was. Other then that silence. As the say. "Silence is golden."
