Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Boy That Laughed At the Moon ❯ Chapter 1
[ A - All Readers ]
By: Takiko 
A drabble about Shigure as a boy with a dream. Manga based.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 257 | Visits: 553 | Status: Completed
A drabble about Shigure as a boy with a dream. Manga based.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 257 | Visits: 553 | Status: Completed
Drama
Rating:G
Written:Tuesday, May 28, 2002
"The Boy That Laughed At the Moon"
by Yui-chan (Takiko)
A Shigure Story
When Shigure woke up from that dream he was crying. He sat up bolt straight from his futon, tears streaming down his face. He just let them fall not bothering to wipe them. The world looked hazy and blurry through the wetness, like a dream. A dream he couldn't forget. The moon was full that night and shined through his window bathing everything in moon glow...silvery, soft, eerie. His hand reached to touch the unearthly light. To touch the glow of the laughing moon. He tilted his head up looking out to the night sky. Stars, moon, black and still he cried. The moon was laughing. What was it laughing about? Why did it hide its face and then show it only to hide it again? The dog was drawn to the moon. The enigmatic moon. And that dream. The dream touched his young mind and buried deep in his heart. He found himself calming down a little as he gazed outside. His lips curled into a smile and he wanted to laugh right back at that moon. His eyes keen and sharp as he stared it down. And still the tears fell. He didn't know if they would ever stop. He didn't think until he was happy they would. Even if he dried them they would still be there, just below the surface waiting, waiting.
Rating:G
Written:Tuesday, May 28, 2002
"The Boy That Laughed At the Moon"
by Yui-chan (Takiko)
A Shigure Story
When Shigure woke up from that dream he was crying. He sat up bolt straight from his futon, tears streaming down his face. He just let them fall not bothering to wipe them. The world looked hazy and blurry through the wetness, like a dream. A dream he couldn't forget. The moon was full that night and shined through his window bathing everything in moon glow...silvery, soft, eerie. His hand reached to touch the unearthly light. To touch the glow of the laughing moon. He tilted his head up looking out to the night sky. Stars, moon, black and still he cried. The moon was laughing. What was it laughing about? Why did it hide its face and then show it only to hide it again? The dog was drawn to the moon. The enigmatic moon. And that dream. The dream touched his young mind and buried deep in his heart. He found himself calming down a little as he gazed outside. His lips curled into a smile and he wanted to laugh right back at that moon. His eyes keen and sharp as he stared it down. And still the tears fell. He didn't know if they would ever stop. He didn't think until he was happy they would. Even if he dried them they would still be there, just below the surface waiting, waiting.