Disclaimer: I do not, i repeat, DO NOT, own Fruits Basket, or this idea for that matter.

Eternal Butterfly

It was raining then. The tar road, wet and cold. Flashing green, yellow, read lights could be seen through the pouring rain. We had taken shelter in one of the alleyways nearby, while gazing at that green mailbox across the street. Standing there, tall and proud.

Standing there, cold and alone.

I was in my white raincoat, which pocketed a letter to Master, living in the next city.

"Why don't I mail that letter for you?" Tohru asked, smiling. I had nodded my head mutely, and gave her a ghost of one of my rare smiles. Her smile just grew bigger.

I handed her the letter and she took it. I watched as Tohru opened her umbrella, shaking it free from raindrops, which only fell onto my head and into my hair.

"Hey!" I scowled. She looked up and saw me messing up my hair, shaking it dry. A giggle melodically escaped from her lips.

"I'm sorry, Kyo-kun!" she exclaimed, giggles still shaking her entire body. She helped me brush off drops of water from my orange locks.

"Silly," she said. "We should've brought a bigger umbrella, then both of us could mail the letter, together!"

Why?

I smirked, and ruffled her hair. That one word alone could lift my spirits instantly, even in the pouring rain.

Even now.

I watched her lift her umbrella over her head, getting ready to cross the street. I watched her, as she looked left and right, careful of incoming cars. I watched her, as her hair swung freely around her body, like a wave tossed in the ocean…

I watched her…

Accompanied by an ear-piercing screech of tires braking, I watched as Tohru's life was gently swung into the air, floating, like a butterfly at flight, before slowly descending to the tar road, wet and cold.

It was spring then, yet it had felt like winter.

She was just crossing the road to mail my letter, my letter. What were the odds of that happening? This simple task, would leave me wallowing in regret my whole life, never to forget.

Her smile.

Her giggle.

Her existence.

I didn't move, I couldn't move. I could only feel the slowly, but surely, widening of my eyes. I just stood there, in that alleyway, where we had taken shelter from the rain, frozen.

Please tell me this is all just a dream.

Hot, flowing liquid fell from my eyes, trailing down and down, from my cheeks to my neck. Just like my world, crashing, down and down.

Was I crying?

The cars on the street had stopped. People had crowded around the scene. Nobody knew that that girl lying over there was my butterfly, my butterfly. She was there, only five meters away. She was right there. She was so near.

She was so near, yet so far.

Larger raindrops started clouding my vision, seeping into my pathetic existence.

It should have been me.

I could still see Tohru in her adorable raincoat, smiling that cute smile of hers, holding that small umbrella, and crossing the road. She was going to help me mail a letter, that letter, to Master who was living in the next city. I was still at the alleyway, taking shelter from the rain, watching Tohru as she crossed the road.

This cannot be happening.

The rain really wasn't all that hard, but it was one the heaviest storms in the world. And that letter, Tohru, sweet, sweet, Tohru. She didn't know what was written in that letter, ne?

She's gone.

"Master, I'm going to propose to Tohru next month…"

My eternal butterfly, gone forever.

A/N: This was actually taken from my Chinese textbook, so it may sound a bit funky and weird. It's not exactly DIRECT translation, I did twist it around a bit so it would sound more like fanfiction.. haha... But I can assure you, it's SOOO much better in Chinese~!! I was trying really hard not to burst into tears during tuition!! Haha..

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