Fandom: Fruits Basket
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya.
Notes: Writen in around 40 minutes. Spoilers for the manga. Possible AU events. Angst. ^^;
He found the letter in May, a week after he’d gotten out of his depression and decided to clean up, a month and a week after he’d sunken to depression in the first place and a month and a week and a day after Kyou had been locked away. Shigure had let Haru stay in his house, which was both a source of pain and a source of relief. Everything about the room reminded him of Kyou. But that way, the teenager mused, he would never forget him.
At first, he’d thought the letter was a long forgotten piece of homework. But that made no sense, since it was neatly folded up and placed carefully in a drawer. The moment he opened the letter, he realised that he was right; it wasn’t school work that no longer had any meaning. It was for him. From his boyfriend.
And that made it mean so much.
If you’re reading this then obviously… it happened. [Agh. That sounded so clichéd.]
Akito did it.
But right now, while I’m writing this, you’re lying over there, telling me to come back to bed. And I will in a moment.
Haru smiled briefly at that memory. At the time he really hadn’t understood what had possessed the boy to go over to his desk in god-knows-what-hour in the morning, switch on a light, and sit there for half an hour, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Kyou holding the paper out of his reach as Haru lunged for it. Kyou’s smile as he kissed him. The strange look of sadness in his eyes.
I don’t want you to wait for me. I do, but I don’t. I can’t. …You have to move on.
Sudden tears blurred his vision.
There’s no guarantees in this world, especially for us. We’re cursed. Akito might die tomorrow or ten years or whenever. He might die next week and it still might be too late.
I don’t know. And I can’t take the risk of saying if I’ll ever see you again.
Haru put the paper down, sat down, stood up again. He walked over to the window and looked out, almost searching for something. After a while, he turned around, picked up the letter again and sat down on the bed.
I’m sorry. There’s nothing more I want that to know you’ll be waiting for me if I ever get out. But perhaps I won’t, or perhaps you’ll have moved on.
‘I could never forget you.’
Like I said, there’s no guarantees.
…I love you.
He read the last sentence over and over to himself, remembering the smile that didn't quite reach Kyou's eyes, the fierce desperation in his kisses and how tightly Kyou had held him as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
A month, a week and two days after Sohma Kyou was put in the cage by the head of the Sohma family, Haru kept his broken heart to himself, and lived his life.
A year, three months and six days later, the day after Akito’s death, the cat of the Sohma family was released from its cage. When he arrived home, Haru was waiting for him in their room.
‘There was never any guarantee I would listen to you.’