Post by FadedinMisery on Dec 29, 2004 18:38:00 GMT -5
Does no one remember Ritsu? He’s NEVER IN the fanfics!!! He’s so cute too! So I’m making this be You/Ritsu, You/Yuki…basically that means there will be fluffy moments with both, and only time will tell who you really are going to be with…^_^
Enjoy! (BTW, I have an idea for Gundam SEED, so if you all want it, I will put it up…^_^)
Disclaimer: I no owny Fruits Basket, cause if I did, Akito would be MALE!!! ^_^;;
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He was back that morning. For the first time in a month, you actually attempted a smile and almost succeeded. From your spot on the stone bench that was still cool from the night’s air, you quickly pulled out your smaller sketchbook—which was about the size of a notebook—and quickly began making different profiles of his face in different angles.
The beautiful man, who dressed like a girl and never spoke, rarely showed up at the corner across the street from the place you loved to sit at to pass the time. You weren’t about to lose this opportunity to study and perfect the sketching of his angst-filled features.
You wondered what had happened to make him dress as someone else, and you honestly couldn’t figure it out. If it was from being teased about being feminine already, wouldn’t dressing like one make it worse? You just shook thoughts from your head, and continued to draw.
The time past quickly, since you were so absorbed in getting his perfect figure down. Suddenly you glanced up to see he had left. Your eyes widened as you glanced at your watch to see that you had fifteen minutes to make a twenty minute walk to school.
Jumping up, you shoved the sketchbook in the bag that hung from one shoulder down past your hips, before grabbing your backpack off the floor and slinging it over both shoulders. You took off; extremely glad for the first time you weren’t wearing a uniform.
At the moment, you were wearing one of the only two pairs of clothes you owned. It consisted of black baggy cargo pants with huge pockets, and a tight black tank top. Around each wrist was cuff each made out of black leather with silver spikes. Around your left bicep, was the tattoo of a heart in what appeared to be a thicket of thorns—which strung out to surround the whole thing much like those barbed wire bracelet tattoos.
But your favourite part of your outfit was around your neck. It was a black leather dog-collar that was sized to be a sort of choker. From it hung a little metallic blue heart with the name “Nicholas” carved in it in a fancy calligraphy. The cool metal bounced against the bare skin of your neck, but you ignored it, too busy concentrating on breathing, and running—well sprinting.
You didn’t even slow down at all when you reached the bottom of the flight of stairs heading up to the building. People stared at you as if you were insane as you sprinted up those steps and raced through the crowded halls to your first class.
You skidded to a halt just outside the door, however your momentum added to the slippery floor made you skid right past. You quickly regained the ground lost and calmly strode into the room not even panting, although you were breathing slightly heavy.
Slumping into the seat in the back of the room which also happened to be surrounded by shadows because the blinds always faced away from it, you swiftly put your homework out on your desk and sat back, crossing your arms and sighing.
As students started to file into the classroom, you having somehow ended up a couple minutes early, you swiftly tuned them out. It’s what you did, and one of the reasons the staff never got on your case for not wearing a uniform.
See, your family was one of those fairly-rich ones who had enough money that the school would let the children get away with just about anything they wanted hoping for some sort of donation from your parents. This usually happened, in more than one case for your brother and sister.
The three of you were triplets.
Also, even though you looked like one of those punks that would love back-mouthing to the teacher, you didn’t. You never interrupted, you always turned in your homework, and you rarely spoke out of turn. But then again, you rarely spoke at all anymore.
You visibly cringed when you saw your sister enter the classroom. She was surrounded by this posse of girls you couldn’t stand, and who couldn’t stand you. Your sister was one of those girls who was unhealthily popular and who belonged quite faithfully to the Yuki Fan Club. This, actually, made you want to gag.
Your brother was also very popular. Every girl in the school who wasn’t worshipping the ground Yuki walked on—worshipped the air your brother breathed. This also made you want to be sick, because he wasn’t the kind of guy to fall for a girl. He was way too involved in his studies and he had grown up way too fast.
Having parents who loved to research things, it wasn’t a surprise that you and your siblings had names that all fit your personalities perfectly. For example, your sister Rumor.
Her name was actually Rumor, and spreading those very things was her favourite pastime apart from torturing and publicly humiliating you. She was so creative in that field that everyone, and by everyone you included the teachers, believed every single lie that spewed from her god-forsaken mouth.
Can you feel the hatred? Good.
Your brother, Tuari, was noble and proud—much like the eagle, which is what his name meant. He never so much as acted up once in his entire life, and would often defend you if at all possible without himself getting into trouble. However, being who you were, that wasn’t very often unfortunately.
This all will make sense momentarily. Your name was Rue. Big surprise what that meant, right? Your name literally meant regret—which was what you were to your whole family. You weren’t supposed to exist, techniquely, because the doctors hadn’t even detected you before you were born.
Also, you didn’t have your brother and sister’s flawless looks. Rumor and Tuari looked like each other: each had perfect, shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They both had perfectly tanned skin that never burned no matter how long they were out in the sun. Also, your sister was blessed with a curved body, and your brother had a wonderfully muscular one.
You, on the other hand, had long black hair, and deep teal eyes—that sometimes appeared indigo depending on the light. You were very pale, but never burned, nor tanned. You didn’t have voluminous breasts and the hour-glass shaped body, but you did have slight curves that were enough to you. Plus you were skinny, due to neglect from your parents.
Sighing as the guy in front of you automatically turned around and snatched your assignment off the desk, and mentally cursing him at the same time for daring to interrupt your thoughts, you quietly pulled out another sketchbook of yours. Propping your head up on your hand, you started to doodle randomly on the paper about whatever came to your mind.
As class progressed, you soon discovered that you had already studied this part, and already finished the homework too. You sighed again, and looked up to find your sister glaring daggers at you. When she noticed she had your attention, she slowly smirked wickedly at you. You just raised a thin arched eyebrow at her and rolled your eyes.
She was such an idiot.
Suddenly the bell rang, and you felt like an idiot for not realizing how much of class you had spent completely spacing out. Then again, your parents and sister never hesitated to remind you how stupid and incompetent you were.
Grumbling under your breath, which probably sounded like a sigh since you were pretty much a mute, you shoved your books into your bag and reloaded them back onto you, grabbing the sketchbook, and hurrying out the door.
The bad thing about always drawing whatever came to mind, was that there were a lot of loose-leafed papers in the current sketchbook you were lugging around school. By a lot, it meant there was enough to go flying if you ran into someone in just the right way.
Which just so happened to be exactly what you did five seconds after leaving the classroom.
“I am so sorry!” you said just above a whisper, which was honestly too loud to your ears. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”<br>
Having dropped to your knees to pick up the many scattered pages of drawings from the floor, you hadn’t bothered to see who it was. Not that it mattered; most of the school would just insult you and continue walking anyway. Those that didn’t would just ignore you completely.
“No, no,” said a definitely masculine voice that somehow also sounded familiar. “I was in a hurry trying to—hey, these pictures are really good!”
Enjoy! (BTW, I have an idea for Gundam SEED, so if you all want it, I will put it up…^_^)
Disclaimer: I no owny Fruits Basket, cause if I did, Akito would be MALE!!! ^_^;;
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He was back that morning. For the first time in a month, you actually attempted a smile and almost succeeded. From your spot on the stone bench that was still cool from the night’s air, you quickly pulled out your smaller sketchbook—which was about the size of a notebook—and quickly began making different profiles of his face in different angles.
The beautiful man, who dressed like a girl and never spoke, rarely showed up at the corner across the street from the place you loved to sit at to pass the time. You weren’t about to lose this opportunity to study and perfect the sketching of his angst-filled features.
You wondered what had happened to make him dress as someone else, and you honestly couldn’t figure it out. If it was from being teased about being feminine already, wouldn’t dressing like one make it worse? You just shook thoughts from your head, and continued to draw.
The time past quickly, since you were so absorbed in getting his perfect figure down. Suddenly you glanced up to see he had left. Your eyes widened as you glanced at your watch to see that you had fifteen minutes to make a twenty minute walk to school.
Jumping up, you shoved the sketchbook in the bag that hung from one shoulder down past your hips, before grabbing your backpack off the floor and slinging it over both shoulders. You took off; extremely glad for the first time you weren’t wearing a uniform.
At the moment, you were wearing one of the only two pairs of clothes you owned. It consisted of black baggy cargo pants with huge pockets, and a tight black tank top. Around each wrist was cuff each made out of black leather with silver spikes. Around your left bicep, was the tattoo of a heart in what appeared to be a thicket of thorns—which strung out to surround the whole thing much like those barbed wire bracelet tattoos.
But your favourite part of your outfit was around your neck. It was a black leather dog-collar that was sized to be a sort of choker. From it hung a little metallic blue heart with the name “Nicholas” carved in it in a fancy calligraphy. The cool metal bounced against the bare skin of your neck, but you ignored it, too busy concentrating on breathing, and running—well sprinting.
You didn’t even slow down at all when you reached the bottom of the flight of stairs heading up to the building. People stared at you as if you were insane as you sprinted up those steps and raced through the crowded halls to your first class.
You skidded to a halt just outside the door, however your momentum added to the slippery floor made you skid right past. You quickly regained the ground lost and calmly strode into the room not even panting, although you were breathing slightly heavy.
Slumping into the seat in the back of the room which also happened to be surrounded by shadows because the blinds always faced away from it, you swiftly put your homework out on your desk and sat back, crossing your arms and sighing.
As students started to file into the classroom, you having somehow ended up a couple minutes early, you swiftly tuned them out. It’s what you did, and one of the reasons the staff never got on your case for not wearing a uniform.
See, your family was one of those fairly-rich ones who had enough money that the school would let the children get away with just about anything they wanted hoping for some sort of donation from your parents. This usually happened, in more than one case for your brother and sister.
The three of you were triplets.
Also, even though you looked like one of those punks that would love back-mouthing to the teacher, you didn’t. You never interrupted, you always turned in your homework, and you rarely spoke out of turn. But then again, you rarely spoke at all anymore.
You visibly cringed when you saw your sister enter the classroom. She was surrounded by this posse of girls you couldn’t stand, and who couldn’t stand you. Your sister was one of those girls who was unhealthily popular and who belonged quite faithfully to the Yuki Fan Club. This, actually, made you want to gag.
Your brother was also very popular. Every girl in the school who wasn’t worshipping the ground Yuki walked on—worshipped the air your brother breathed. This also made you want to be sick, because he wasn’t the kind of guy to fall for a girl. He was way too involved in his studies and he had grown up way too fast.
Having parents who loved to research things, it wasn’t a surprise that you and your siblings had names that all fit your personalities perfectly. For example, your sister Rumor.
Her name was actually Rumor, and spreading those very things was her favourite pastime apart from torturing and publicly humiliating you. She was so creative in that field that everyone, and by everyone you included the teachers, believed every single lie that spewed from her god-forsaken mouth.
Can you feel the hatred? Good.
Your brother, Tuari, was noble and proud—much like the eagle, which is what his name meant. He never so much as acted up once in his entire life, and would often defend you if at all possible without himself getting into trouble. However, being who you were, that wasn’t very often unfortunately.
This all will make sense momentarily. Your name was Rue. Big surprise what that meant, right? Your name literally meant regret—which was what you were to your whole family. You weren’t supposed to exist, techniquely, because the doctors hadn’t even detected you before you were born.
Also, you didn’t have your brother and sister’s flawless looks. Rumor and Tuari looked like each other: each had perfect, shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They both had perfectly tanned skin that never burned no matter how long they were out in the sun. Also, your sister was blessed with a curved body, and your brother had a wonderfully muscular one.
You, on the other hand, had long black hair, and deep teal eyes—that sometimes appeared indigo depending on the light. You were very pale, but never burned, nor tanned. You didn’t have voluminous breasts and the hour-glass shaped body, but you did have slight curves that were enough to you. Plus you were skinny, due to neglect from your parents.
Sighing as the guy in front of you automatically turned around and snatched your assignment off the desk, and mentally cursing him at the same time for daring to interrupt your thoughts, you quietly pulled out another sketchbook of yours. Propping your head up on your hand, you started to doodle randomly on the paper about whatever came to your mind.
As class progressed, you soon discovered that you had already studied this part, and already finished the homework too. You sighed again, and looked up to find your sister glaring daggers at you. When she noticed she had your attention, she slowly smirked wickedly at you. You just raised a thin arched eyebrow at her and rolled your eyes.
She was such an idiot.
Suddenly the bell rang, and you felt like an idiot for not realizing how much of class you had spent completely spacing out. Then again, your parents and sister never hesitated to remind you how stupid and incompetent you were.
Grumbling under your breath, which probably sounded like a sigh since you were pretty much a mute, you shoved your books into your bag and reloaded them back onto you, grabbing the sketchbook, and hurrying out the door.
The bad thing about always drawing whatever came to mind, was that there were a lot of loose-leafed papers in the current sketchbook you were lugging around school. By a lot, it meant there was enough to go flying if you ran into someone in just the right way.
Which just so happened to be exactly what you did five seconds after leaving the classroom.
“I am so sorry!” you said just above a whisper, which was honestly too loud to your ears. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”<br>
Having dropped to your knees to pick up the many scattered pages of drawings from the floor, you hadn’t bothered to see who it was. Not that it mattered; most of the school would just insult you and continue walking anyway. Those that didn’t would just ignore you completely.
“No, no,” said a definitely masculine voice that somehow also sounded familiar. “I was in a hurry trying to—hey, these pictures are really good!”