Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Without Intent ❯ Chapter 1

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Author’s Note:

Timeline: After the series ending.
Warnings: Tohru/Kyo, and an angst ridden Yuki.
Also, the custom of the bouquet it obviously western, and I have no idea of the Japanese customs.


I said, ‘that I wish the best for both of you.’ I smiled. I shook his hand, and kissed your cheek. I wondered, as you stood next to him, if you were completely blind.
After years of living with you, I thought something would happen. It turns out, something did. You choose the cat, that idiotic feline. Leaving the rest of us standing here, torn away from your expected daily affections and touches. Because, you’re married now. You’re ‘taken’.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what you see in him. I don’t think that I’ll ever want to understand. I’d rather dwell in my depressive ignorance, than understand why you ‘love’ him. I thought that you were supposed to love all of us. We depended on you, the whole family leaned on you for support.
Or, perhaps it was just me...
But, he ‘took’ you. He snatched you away form all of us, laughing all the while, as you clung to his arm. He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve to leech your happiness. I don’t care what his past was like. I don’t care if no one ever loved him. I realize, or known, that I don’t want you to love him either.
I miss planting strawberries, I miss your goofy grin, I miss your rice balls. I hate Kyo, for never having to miss anything at all.
And when you threw those goddamn flowers, I hated you too. For a ridiculously small moment, and then it was gone. Yet, I know, that Kagura will hate you forever.
When you have children, I never want to see them. I don’t want anything to do with your husband. Why can’t you just be here, like you used to be? Just Tohru, that’s it. I don’t want anything else.
We can make another secret base, and forget I destroyed the last one. We can pick, and eat leeks in peace. And every article of orange will be removed from my home.
Leave Kyo alone, he doesn’t deserve you. Of course, I suppose I can’t have the audacity to assume that I do either. However, I can’t help but think, that I am so much better than him. Just by glancing at you two, I can tell that your mind doesn’t follow my line of thought in the least Yes, this does sadden me.
But, then I realize something I would rather not have.
When you threw your bouquet, Kagura had caught it. She held those disgustingly bright flowers in her white-knuckled grasp, her expression looked so broken. Yet, she put on a smile. For him, for Kyo. And I surmise, that you are unnecessarily cruel.
And he, in my views, still doesn’t deserve you. In Kagura’s thinking, you don’t deserve him. Amusing at it is, I can’t help but entertain the notion, that we are both incredibly correct.
“Yuki, would you like a rice ball?” Your small voice dances through my heavy thoughts, and wakes me from my stupor. I turn my head, and stare at you for a moment. In my reply, I remain my sickeningly polite self, and resign to be the untouchable.
“No thank-you, Mrs. Sohma.” I catch Kyo's laughter in the backround.

…I don’t like saying your name anymore.