Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Furuba Love Stories ❯ Hiro and Kisa ( Chapter 4 )

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A/N: I tried something new here by delving into a different type of relationship. I'm sorry if they seem OOC at all, but I'll try to explain their differences from the manga/ anime in the fic. Please bear with me, and keep reviewing!

Chapter 4: Kisa and Hiro

Setting: Late teens. Hiro is a junior in high school and Kisa is a senior. Hiro's point of view.

"I can't believe you still like to watch these stupid fighting animes. They're so moronic." Hiro smirked at Kisa, who was sitting next to him at the table. Every Saturday night they spent time together eating snacks and watching movies in his living room. They used his house because his mom would give them privacy, whereas Kisa's mom was always hanging around, being nosy. This week was Kisa's turn to choose what they watched, and she always picked things that he didn't like. At least he was thoughtful when he selected the movie, trying to get something they both might enjoy.

"But I like this one, and you're the one who told me about it anyway," she said. "Now shh! I want to hear this part."

"It's so predictable. The blue guy is going to kick that yellow guy's ass, and then the ditzy blonde girl with the high-pitched voice is going to jump up and down and say something like 'Yea! You did it, Retard,' or whatever the hell his name is."

"I said shh! You're being very rude, Hiro!" she told him curtly.

Apparently he had brought out her rarely seen temper. Well, rarely seen except when she was engrossed in a movie, that is. She got so mad if he even said one thing during the movies that she chose. If this had been one of his movies, she would have been talking the whole time, asking him dumb questions and causing him to miss the plot. Hiro rolled his eyes but didn't say anything more. Crossing her arms on the table, Kisa laid her head on them and sank back into watching the video. Her temper was always short-lived, and now she was back to her normal passive mode.

Hiro remembered a time when Kisa never let her anger show, when she would just hide it behind a submissive façade. It had taken years for him to coax her out of that shell. Not that she was disagreeable, now, but she had learned to stand up for herself more. After her initial bad experiences in middle school, Kisa had entered high school with a more confident attitude. She quickly became popular with all of her classmates, since they couldn't help but love her sweet nature. Hiro was happy that people could see how special she was, but it had made him something of a tag-along in their eyes. He wasn't Hiro, but Kisa's boyfriend. Nobody seemed to want to be his friend, only hers. He grudgingly admitted that it was partially his fault for being antisocial, but it still made him feel inferior. That was something Hiro was good at: admitting to his faults. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he was good at fixing them.

"Hiro? Are you feeling all right?"

Hiro hadn't even noticed that the tape had ended and the screen was fuzzy. Great, now when she asked him about it he wouldn't know what had happened. "I'm fine." Flicking the power off on the remote, he laid back on the floor, moving a pillow beneath his head. "What do you want to do now?"

Kisa became absorbed in fidgeting with her bracelet. The silver bangle was a birthday present from him. "Mmm, I should probably go home now," she said quietly.

"What! Why? It's only ten o'clock!" She never left until at least midnight. This was their only time all week to be completely alone together, and never did it end this early.

Kisa let her hair fall into her face. "My mom is driving me to the city early tomorrow, to go shopping with some girls from school."

So that was it. She had to wake up early to go hang out with some of the dumb girls she talked to at school. "You know, if you don't want to spend time with me, you can just say so. I'm sure you'd rather be hanging out with some of your new 'friends.'" That came out a little harsher than he wanted.

"Hiro, why do you have to be so mean to me?" she sniffled, almost in tears.

Hiro reached up and pushed her hair behind her ears, away from her face. He left his hand there, caressing her cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry, Kisa. I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just that I feel like you don't want to see me anymore." Why did he always disappoint her?

"I know, but that's not true! It's just this one time. I'm really sorry, Hiro. I'll stay a little longer," she suggested hopefully.

"All right. I'll take you up on that offer, but don't just stay out of sympathy." Hiro let his hand fall away from her face and down her arm until he was holding her hand.

Kisa smiled sweetly at him. "I wouldn't do that, Hiro. Really, I want to stay longer." She laid down perpendicularly to him and rested her head on his chest, so she could look at his face. "Hiro, do you want to go tomorrow, too?"

"Why would I want to go shopping with a bunch of girls? Come on, do I look like Ayame to you?" His words were harsh, but the tone wasn't, and he kissed the hand that he was still holding to show her as much. He couldn't ever stay angry with her long, not like he could with other people. In truth, he was glad that she had friends. After how she had been treated in middle school, it was what she deserved.

Kisa giggled against his chest. "You don't look anything like Uncle Ayame! You're much more handsome!"

"That's obvious. Who would want to look like that long-haired freak of nature?" he responded, smiling. He resumed his more serious expression. "Kisa, are you really happy with me?"

Repositioning herself so that she was lying next to him with her head on his shoulder, Kisa took a minute to answer his question. "Of course I'm happy with you. Why would you ask that? Aren't you happy with me?"

Hiro turned his head to look into her large eyes. They were lying so close together that he could feel her breath on his neck. "That's not what I meant. I don't think that I deserve you. I've tried very hard to be the person that can take care of you, but then I act jealous about you going to the city with your friends. That's not the way that I want to be. I'm 16 now and I still act like a spoiled child."

Kisa smiled at him and placed her index finger over his lips to quiet him. "I like it when you act jealous of me, as long as you don't do it all the time. And I don't think you act like a spoiled child at all. I think you're very nice. I love you."

After kissing it gently, Hiro pulled her finger from his mouth. "I love you, too. Just promise me that you'll tell me if I'm doing something to bother you. I don't want to be like that anymore."

"I know. I'll tell you if you ever bother me, but I don't think that will happen. Someday I'll have to compete with all the girls who want to steal you away from me," she said with a regretful smile.

Hiro didn't return her smile but instead pulled her into a strong embrace. "You don't have any competition," he told her honestly. "You never get it through your head that I want to stay with you forever."

Kisa laughed and hugged him tighter. "That's what I want too, Hiro." As fleeting as this moment would be, Hiro never wanted to forget those words. Someday he would grow up for her, and give her everything her heart desired.

A/N: Um, please don't flame me for this chapter. I think you have to use your imagination to picture them as older and less childish (I can see it!).