A/N: Don't own these boys or Fruits Basket.
Chance
Chapter One
Haru suddenly sat up in his bed, not sure what, if anything, had awoken him. Warm air flowing from the open window reached his nose. Haru smiled, it smelled sweet, it smelled of spring. For some reason the smell reminded him of a certain temperamental boy.
"Great…" Haru growled to the dark room. He should know better than to think of Kyo while in bed. That soft tanned skin popped into his mind, followed by long lovely legs, strong beautifully sculpted arms, silken strands of orange-
"Shit!" Haru whispered fiercely to the empty room, trying to cover the large bulge in his pants.
The houses were dark as Haru slipped past them silently. After he had relived himself of the Kyo induced annoyance, he decided he needed a walk.
He climbed over the main wall and pulled out a piece of chalk. A gift from Hatori, to keep him from getting lost all the time.
The streets were empty, which came as a bit of a surprise for him. Granted it was four in the morning, but this was Tokyo. There should have been at least a few people staggering around in the streets.
An hour past before Haru was completely lost, the chalk lay forgotten in his hand. "This looks…" he looked around slowly, then faced forward. "...completely unfamiliar."
"Dearest Hatsuharu Sohma… The ox… A curse…" Haru froze. The voice was creepy enough, the things it said were even creepier.
"Who are you ? Come out!" Haru shouted turning circles, searching for a body to the voice.
"As you wish young master…" Slowly a young woman, clad in black, moved away from the wall. A vision of dark beauty. Her skin pale like the moon. Her long black hair swished around her feet. But there was something… something familiar about her. "Master, you seem troubled… A love … To a male.."
Haru backed away, his heart pounding in his throat. Slowly one of her pale hands reached out for him. It looked of porcelain and felt just as cold.
"Do not fear me master. I am here to help you in this time in which you need me the most. Kyo… He is the one you love…The one you want, the one who …"
The pause became unbearable. "He is the one who…?"
"Your fears are pointless."
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