Just Not Listening.

A Fruits Basket Fanfiction

By xxLilMizCaityxx

You're white.

You're calm, cool and collected – talk about alliteration – and you wouldn't hurt a fly. You're her shoulder to cry on, if she'd ever just accept your offer and let her weakness show, you're her anchor to hold her down when that temper snaps, you're her saving grace, with your funny snow white hair, lopsided smile and innocent outlook on a world that has forsaken you. You love her so much and you're always there for her when she needs you. You love her.

And she's not responding.

You're black.

You're raging, wicked and cruel – the adjectives make you laugh – and you'd kill the first idiot who dares throw you a look of distaste. You're her constant reminder of what hatred does to you, her only distraction when you lose control, and you're her comparison that makes her feel just a little bit better that she knows she can't lose control like you can. You want them to die for what they did to Rin, your Rin, and you want every other bastard in the world who thinks they're better than you to own up right now so you can beat them until they bleed. But you love her too much, so you don't do it. You love her.

And she doesn't seem to care.

You're Hatsuharu – that alone should be enough to convince – and there isn't a thing on this Earth that you treasure more than her raven coloured hair, the ferocity in her jet black eyes, the ivory of her skin, and the perfect curves of her figure. You're white, you're black, and you're Hatsuharu.

And you love her.

But she's just -

Not.

Listening.

A/N: Because I love Haru-chan and Rin-chan. Dedicated to Niamh-chan, as we anxiously wait for Nom-Con and CHRISTOPHER-DAVID-PATTON-UH! Thanks. Please review!