A Diffrent Version Of Fruits Basket
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Fruits Basket › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
12
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3,258
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Love is as Love Does
As Hatori came out of the room which held Akito’s body he passed a room in which soft crying could be heard. Surely no-one would be crying about the passing of the God. Entering the room he saw his lover, Ayame crying over a bed. Hearing Hatori’s footsteps Ayame turned around and as he moved he revealed a very angry looking Yuki.
“Nii-San, Please get over it, I was only unconscious for two hours. It’s not like I died or something”
“No” Hatori cut in, moving over to comfort Aya. “But you did try”
“Yeah, well sorry about that” Yuki shot back.
“Sorry doesn’t cut the cake” said Shigure, appearing at the doorway.
“Yum, who’s talking about cake, I want cake. OW. WWWWAAAAHHH. Somebody Kyo hit me!” Yelled Momiji appearing behind Shigure’s kimono. As Shigure and Momiji moved away form the door, Kyo appeared.
“Well somebody had to shut you up and will you be quiet. Need I remind you that we have a corpse next door and some very sick people in here. Sick in body and mind, but I won’t say which and with whom.” Kyo said to a stunned room. He ignored the silence and went to Yuki. He asked if Yuki was ok to which yes was the reply.
Shigure couldn’t stand this anymore. He was always watching, watching and not doing anything. It was all thanks to him Isuzu and Haru, Kisa and Hiro and Hatori and Ayame were together. Now that Yuki and Kyo were starting to recognize their feelings for one another on their own, he realized that he was as Akito said he was. Not needed. Just existing to make the numbers up. Horrified he ran from the room straight into the one which held the body of Akito. Seeing Hatori’s medical bag at the end of the bed he rummaged through until he found a pad of paper, a pen, and a scalpel. On the paper he wrote;
I have loved but that person did not notice
I tried to love another
But now they have both been taken
One by death
The other, By another
I an now cold, inside and out
Please celebrate my passing
I do not mean to cause pain
I hope to go on to better things
When he had finished this note he placed it in the centre of the room, he then knelt by it, held the scalpel aloft, bared one wrist. One slice, other wrist, another slice. Then blood draining onto the floor, he faced the one he had loved second.
“Nii-San, Please get over it, I was only unconscious for two hours. It’s not like I died or something”
“No” Hatori cut in, moving over to comfort Aya. “But you did try”
“Yeah, well sorry about that” Yuki shot back.
“Sorry doesn’t cut the cake” said Shigure, appearing at the doorway.
“Yum, who’s talking about cake, I want cake. OW. WWWWAAAAHHH. Somebody Kyo hit me!” Yelled Momiji appearing behind Shigure’s kimono. As Shigure and Momiji moved away form the door, Kyo appeared.
“Well somebody had to shut you up and will you be quiet. Need I remind you that we have a corpse next door and some very sick people in here. Sick in body and mind, but I won’t say which and with whom.” Kyo said to a stunned room. He ignored the silence and went to Yuki. He asked if Yuki was ok to which yes was the reply.
Shigure couldn’t stand this anymore. He was always watching, watching and not doing anything. It was all thanks to him Isuzu and Haru, Kisa and Hiro and Hatori and Ayame were together. Now that Yuki and Kyo were starting to recognize their feelings for one another on their own, he realized that he was as Akito said he was. Not needed. Just existing to make the numbers up. Horrified he ran from the room straight into the one which held the body of Akito. Seeing Hatori’s medical bag at the end of the bed he rummaged through until he found a pad of paper, a pen, and a scalpel. On the paper he wrote;
I have loved but that person did not notice
I tried to love another
But now they have both been taken
One by death
The other, By another
I an now cold, inside and out
Please celebrate my passing
I do not mean to cause pain
I hope to go on to better things
When he had finished this note he placed it in the centre of the room, he then knelt by it, held the scalpel aloft, bared one wrist. One slice, other wrist, another slice. Then blood draining onto the floor, he faced the one he had loved second.