Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket
I stood at the entrance way. Snow falling hard. That day hung in my mind.
Moscow, Soviet Union Dec. 15, 2013
Yuki sat, gun in hand. I sat, cigarette in my mouth. Haru coughed. The cold winter night chilled us. We all wished we could be home. Not in this hell hole. No, not here.
Yuki started the home sick shit by saying, "I whish I could be home. I want to hold Tohru again. Just one more time."
Haru snickered "To what, fuck her?" I laughed. "NO!" Yuki yelled. I burst in to a fit of laughter.
"You truly are a dibshit," I laughed. "Fuck you," Yuki said calmly. We sat there and laughed, till it came to an end with a simple gun shot.
