Yui Miyamoto 
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Disclaimer: Yui doesn’t own Fruits Baskets, but everything’s she’s been writing
somehow goes back to Yuki or Hatori because she loves them so much.
I
wish I could have said it was a sunny day with the clouds nice and white
outside. It would have been the perfect day to spend with Yuki, if I had
anything to say about it. Then again, these are things you can’t control, like
Akito’s moods.
Things just happen when you least expect them, but I wish
that I had known before I got myself into this situation.
I laughed
quietly to myself as I turned my head toward the window in my room. I wish that
I could see clearly through the rain.
No chance of that today, though.
My eyes are blurred not because of the rain already pouring
outside.
It’s because they’re coming out of my eyes…Music Without
Words
Prologue – Strange day ahead.
Today,
at school, I was at the rooftop looking down at everyone below me. It was my
favorite spot at school. Well, that and the grassy area just around the back,
but I didn’t feel like talking to anyone today.
I just wanted it nice and
quiet.
I loved Momiji and all, but playing cops and robbers when you’re a
Junior in high school isn’t my idea of fun. It just looks wrong. * sweatdrops
*
Momiji looks like a girl (not to mention he still wears the girl’s
school uniform because it really does look good on him) with all these boys
chasing him from behind. I guess it’s okay if there are no girls, but I don’t
know.
Today…
Today, for some strange reason, just seemed totally
unusual.
There _was_ a girl chasing him today and she was the ‘leader’ of
the troop. It was really funny seeing Momiji’s blond hair flying like a dot with
this girl raising her fist in the air and pointing while shouting, “He stole a
national treasure!”
I didn’t think girls of that age wanted to anything
like that. Funny, how life works.
I just finished my lunch and as I was
about to take a short nap, there was Yuki at the far corner of the
school.
Alone.
I know he always liked his space too, but he was
sitting on a hill looking at everyone. Observing everyone like I was doing.
Since I couldn’t see his face, I couldn’t tell what kind of mood he was
in.
That was…
…until he looked up to the roof and saw
me.
With a brief hand up in the air, he said hi and went back to writing
whatever he was writing into his notebook. I just stood there blushing a bit
thinking that I was a fool still in love with him.
I gulped and sat down
to put my lunch into my bag. Then, I spread out and looked at the sky above
me.
Well, so it was nice and sunny today, but there were clouds forming.
As the one cursed by the cow, I can say that when clouds come out of nowhere,
they’re bound for trouble.
They wouldn’t rain on me just yet, but they
will.
I just stared at them blankly because I wanted to nap, but now that
I’ve had my glance at Yuki that day, I knew that wasn’t possible. Why? He still
had that hold over me.
No matter what I did, he was still the same to
me.
I would always look at him like the first time he had told me, “I
thought so.”
The day he had told me I wasn’t a
fool.
Unfortunately, now I’m beginning to understand why the cow let the
mouse ride on his back to get where they needed to go.
The cow had it
bad. Really bad. * sigh *
I closed my eyes and shook my head as I felt my
face becoming hot.
“Baka,” I whispered to myself while opening my
eyes.
The rain came earlier than expected because it sprinkled and hit
just under my eyes.
Maybe…
Maybe the weather knew something that I
didn’t.
Or rather, something I didn’t want to know at the
moment.
It did.
Tsuzuku…
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Author’s note: This and
another two fruits basket fics have been going through my head. As to how I was
going to write them, the first is in progress, the second is sketchy (it’s a
little weird with the pairing…and it isn’t kyou/yuki), and this one.
At
first, I thought that this would be really hard, and in fact, it’s harder than I
predicted it would be. I wanted it to be different, so I went for a third-person
perspective, but by doing that, I couldn’t zone in on Haru’s feelings. Ending up
with this perspective was hard enough, but what’s a Hatsuharu fic if I don’t
make you feel like he does? That’s what I’ve been known for, and I want you to
feel how he does.
For chapters, I plan to make this nice and short. A
ficlet that isn’t drawn out as a lot of other fics I’ve done. Unfortunately,
this is the problem I’m running into with Gravitation’s ‘wrapped around your
finger’. By focusing on all characters, I’m stuck and it’s hard to manage
everyone at once since too many things are happening.
Specifically for
this fic, I just want to make it warm. Not like when I make fics for other
fruits basket characters: angry like Akito, not forlorn like Hatori, or
identity-check Yuki.
In the future, I hope to do a full multi-chap of
fruits basket characters, but until I can find the damn manga (can’t find a
set!!) and get to know everyone, I can’t. So, instead, I’m making this. It’s
weird that I should start with Haru since I thought it would be Kyou I would do
a multi-chap for. * lol * And what did I end up doing? Liking Minagawa-sempai
and made my first furuba fic with her.
I hope you will enjoy this fic
despite the fact that I know the tone is kind of weird. Except, Haru is unlike
other characters I’ve written for. He’s very gentle and I hope that I’ve
captured him well.
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