A/N: This chapter may be short since it's the first.
Fear of Falling
Prologue
The rain poured from the night sky with the compliments of thunder and lightning.
The needles of water stabbed her as she stood motionless in the freezing cold. Her eyes dark and wide with her face pale from shock. She was motionless as they took the stretcher with a body on it molded by the snow white blanket; crimson blood seeping through.
How could he do this? That was her last piece of family, the last she had left in Japan.
She couldn't find the will to move. Her legs frozen in place not obeying her orders to move.
You are mine…..
That voice the one she wished she could never hear again, his voice.
You belong to me…..
She mentally shook her head. No, she didn't belong to him. She wouldn't let those words get to her. Why? That was the question she wanted answered. Why did he go through such lengths to get to her?
Yuki gazed out of the wooden chipped window frame watching as the rain pattered on the window in a steady beat making trails along the glass and then new ones took its place.
His deep violet eyes were formed in slits staring down the night, and his rich silver hair reflected what little light was in the room. He almost looked as if he were giving the nothingness of the outside world pity; looking disappointed his eyes held a hint of sadness and he closed them walking away.
Downstairs Shigure also had a quiet time of thinking finding his green tea held in a clay cup interesting since his gaze never left it. He looked down, the rain fitting perfectly as he traced the rim of his cup with his pointer finger before sadly draining its contents.
Hatsuharu stood out on the porch also finding the rain interesting as he gazed up at it in his white trench coat. Why did he have the feeling something bad had just happened.
His smile was wide and wicked as if he just had a taste of satisfaction. His face was twisted into insanity loving what he knew was going on as he hung out his window letting his dark plum hair get caught by the blustering winds shielding part of his face but left his dark teal eyes plainly visible.
Rain attached itself to his face and clothes but he didn't stir. He let the cold drops roll off his pale skin as he watched the heavy rain he didn't even worry about his sickness because right now he was full of content and satisfaction. Nothing could change the fact that he was proud of his work.
"I told you, you are mine." He grinned madly into the night.
A/N: Well? This is my second attempt at fruits basket my first one wasn't…ye….hope you like!