Furuba no Hinansho
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Fruits Basket › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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26
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10,606
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70
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Chapter 21
Kinyuu 21
Dearest Diary,
Sometimes I’m forced to wonder, diary…. Why do I even try?
I am slowly coming to my wit’s end with the current situation that is growing even more complicated. Shigure… Shigure is unforgivable. Hatori is unforgivable. Both of them—absolutely unforgivable. The* belong* together, the both of them, diary. How could they hide something so huge from me? Had I truly been *that* blind for all these years?
No matter, anyway. I’ve called off the whole operation “Get Shigure (and possibly Hatori) Jealous”. I had called Kyon-kyon earlier today, and told him I had finally given up. He had gotten surprisingly and considerably upset at my carefully planned decision, and let me know how upset he was through the expletives raised on his side of the line.
He was so upset, in fact, that he showed up on my doorstep not even an hour later. With a hickey blazon on his neck, no less. Of course, I teased him mercilessly about it, but shockingly he did not take bait. Instead, he glared at me for a long time, until I stopped, quickly realizing that for once, he was very serious with what he was about to say.
“Finally you stop,” he snorted, diverting his eyes in discomfort. His eyes, they’re absolutely *gorgeous* diary. Like a sunset, almost… “But anyway, why are ya’ goin’ to give up so easily? That’s just stupid. You shouldn’t just because—“
I sighed, running my hand through his carrot top soft hair. He stopped speaking immediately, as expected, and closed his eyes in what seemed to be pleasure. I had to smile, diary, it was so cute. Kyon-kyon was truly a kitten at heart. “You do not understand, little Kyon-kyon. It is not that simple…” I trailed off, getting a bit lost in my thoughts as Kyon moved his head towards my hand, softly sighing, silently begging for more. “They betrayed me; you must see that, Kyo. It truly isn’t so simple. I…I…” I stopped, frowning. “I cared for them, deeply Kyo. How would you feel… if Tohru-kun kept a secret from you?”
It caused his eyes to snap open, and he looked at me curiously. “She couldn’t keep a secret anyway,” he joked in his unique brash way. I laughed.
“Really? Do you truly believe that, Kyon-kyon? Can you truly believe that, even after knowing her for so long, and knowing how well she can hide her true emotions.” I gave him a moment to think on it. “Tohru-kun… is a very good actress. She hurts deeply on the inside, and sometimes I can’t help but pity her, because she has such a beautiful soul. Such a beautiful person should never have to go through the torment… the pain.. the agony. Not one.”
“Like Hatori? And how about Shigure then?” Kyo demanded, his eyes becoming narrowed with anger. “Aren’t they beautiful on the inside?”
I stopped petting him, and frowned. “I had believed so, for a while.”
“And now?”
“I don’t know.”
Kyo stood up, face red with anger. “I just don’t get you three! First, you’re all friendly and flirty, and the next you just want to cut them off? What kind of friends are you, if you just let something so small get in the way of such a great friendship?”
I couldn’t answer him, diary, because I did not know myself.
“You … you guys were never friends in the first place then, if one thing gets you so riled up that you just decide to leave them, just like that. It couldn’t be a friendship, not when it was so easy to let go.” He was quiet for a minute, thinking over his words. He looked at me, but I couldn’t look him in he eye, diary, because I knew it was true. And I felt ashamed. “I’m kinda… disappointed in you, Ayame. I thought you were better than that.” And that’s when he left, a ball of red-hot fury in a black T-shirt.
His words stung, Diary. They stung like a damn bee in mating system. And it still hurts. It hurts.
It seems that’s all I ever have anymore, diary. The pain; it’s always constant. And you know what diary? I realize now, that I truly deserve it. For the fool I was, and still am. For… giving up Ha’ri and Shigure, just like that, for my own selfish reasons. It wasn’t them; it was me. And I deserve all of this, because…
Because, I gave it all up, and now, now I have nothing.
Goodnight, Diary. I… I believe I need some time to myself, right now. To think things through now. To see, whether or not Shigure and Ha’ri are worth it all. To see…
Just to see.
Well, diary, I’m off. Have a goodnight, and may you never be as tormented as I.
With Love,
Sohma Ayame.
Dearest Diary,
Sometimes I’m forced to wonder, diary…. Why do I even try?
I am slowly coming to my wit’s end with the current situation that is growing even more complicated. Shigure… Shigure is unforgivable. Hatori is unforgivable. Both of them—absolutely unforgivable. The* belong* together, the both of them, diary. How could they hide something so huge from me? Had I truly been *that* blind for all these years?
No matter, anyway. I’ve called off the whole operation “Get Shigure (and possibly Hatori) Jealous”. I had called Kyon-kyon earlier today, and told him I had finally given up. He had gotten surprisingly and considerably upset at my carefully planned decision, and let me know how upset he was through the expletives raised on his side of the line.
He was so upset, in fact, that he showed up on my doorstep not even an hour later. With a hickey blazon on his neck, no less. Of course, I teased him mercilessly about it, but shockingly he did not take bait. Instead, he glared at me for a long time, until I stopped, quickly realizing that for once, he was very serious with what he was about to say.
“Finally you stop,” he snorted, diverting his eyes in discomfort. His eyes, they’re absolutely *gorgeous* diary. Like a sunset, almost… “But anyway, why are ya’ goin’ to give up so easily? That’s just stupid. You shouldn’t just because—“
I sighed, running my hand through his carrot top soft hair. He stopped speaking immediately, as expected, and closed his eyes in what seemed to be pleasure. I had to smile, diary, it was so cute. Kyon-kyon was truly a kitten at heart. “You do not understand, little Kyon-kyon. It is not that simple…” I trailed off, getting a bit lost in my thoughts as Kyon moved his head towards my hand, softly sighing, silently begging for more. “They betrayed me; you must see that, Kyo. It truly isn’t so simple. I…I…” I stopped, frowning. “I cared for them, deeply Kyo. How would you feel… if Tohru-kun kept a secret from you?”
It caused his eyes to snap open, and he looked at me curiously. “She couldn’t keep a secret anyway,” he joked in his unique brash way. I laughed.
“Really? Do you truly believe that, Kyon-kyon? Can you truly believe that, even after knowing her for so long, and knowing how well she can hide her true emotions.” I gave him a moment to think on it. “Tohru-kun… is a very good actress. She hurts deeply on the inside, and sometimes I can’t help but pity her, because she has such a beautiful soul. Such a beautiful person should never have to go through the torment… the pain.. the agony. Not one.”
“Like Hatori? And how about Shigure then?” Kyo demanded, his eyes becoming narrowed with anger. “Aren’t they beautiful on the inside?”
I stopped petting him, and frowned. “I had believed so, for a while.”
“And now?”
“I don’t know.”
Kyo stood up, face red with anger. “I just don’t get you three! First, you’re all friendly and flirty, and the next you just want to cut them off? What kind of friends are you, if you just let something so small get in the way of such a great friendship?”
I couldn’t answer him, diary, because I did not know myself.
“You … you guys were never friends in the first place then, if one thing gets you so riled up that you just decide to leave them, just like that. It couldn’t be a friendship, not when it was so easy to let go.” He was quiet for a minute, thinking over his words. He looked at me, but I couldn’t look him in he eye, diary, because I knew it was true. And I felt ashamed. “I’m kinda… disappointed in you, Ayame. I thought you were better than that.” And that’s when he left, a ball of red-hot fury in a black T-shirt.
His words stung, Diary. They stung like a damn bee in mating system. And it still hurts. It hurts.
It seems that’s all I ever have anymore, diary. The pain; it’s always constant. And you know what diary? I realize now, that I truly deserve it. For the fool I was, and still am. For… giving up Ha’ri and Shigure, just like that, for my own selfish reasons. It wasn’t them; it was me. And I deserve all of this, because…
Because, I gave it all up, and now, now I have nothing.
Goodnight, Diary. I… I believe I need some time to myself, right now. To think things through now. To see, whether or not Shigure and Ha’ri are worth it all. To see…
Just to see.
Well, diary, I’m off. Have a goodnight, and may you never be as tormented as I.
With Love,
Sohma Ayame.