Hello, cream tea anyone at your service, this my brand new first story! Yay! Thank you for taking the time to read it.
Any readers of 'The Time Traveller's Wife' may recognise the inspiration for this one shot, what can I say, it's an amzing book.
p.s. thank you to my lovely beta reader hatsy-chan!
Disclaimer: I do not own fruits basket though I would like to own a Haru, Kyo, Ayame, Shigure, and chocolate-covered Hatori San!
The afternoon sunlight bathes the room in a soft orange glow, and I can't tear my eyes away from the way it lights up her hair, picking out the honey and coffee tones with the tiniest golden threads in that beautiful waterfall of chocolate hair falling softly about her shoulders. The way her skin glows with more than her usual simple inner radiance and the way that as she leans forward, the strap of her top falling further down her shoulder to rest on her arm.
I can imagine her face at this moment, her brow furrowed with immense concentration, the tip of her tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth. Although I know that in less time than it takes the wind to change her eyes may open wide and brightly sparkle like a calm azure sea, the corners of her mouth turning sharply upwards to that captivating smile.
My book lies forgotten in my lap as I choose instead to focus all my attentions on the angel before me, the sun providing her an amber halo to prove that this girl, this woman, is a heavenly being sent to change my life for some inexplicable reason that I still don't understand what I did to deserve.
A small movement across the room catches my eye and my gaze darts up to the form of Yuki. The rat is watching her, just as I was and I can see the same wonder, hope and adoration in his eyes, surely a reflection of the expression I carried moments before.
Then she places her paintbrush down on the table
And she turns her head to the side, towards me and says:
"Kyo, come and look, I think the ears are right this time!" She holds up the shell, painted blood red and detailed in a right sapphire to reveal the form of a dragon for her brand new zodiac set, the one she's been working on so hard to give to Shigure for his birthday.
I stand and cross the room to kneel beside her and lean over her shoulder to marvel at her handiwork. And I marvel in the revelation that whilst me and the rat are both there, while we both would kill for her attention, she chooses me, the beast, the forgotten zodiac, the cursed cat spirit. I ruffle her hair.
And a thought comes to me, would Akito consider this a win, the attention of this angel. Could he understand if I explain that when I have her attention I feel like I've won, when she chooses me to grace with her focus instead of him. The rat has won so many battles, but right now I feel the cat has won the war. She turns her face towards me, she smiles. I dare to hope that he could understand. The cat has finally won.