Fruits-Basket-FC

It was just like any other day. I got up, showered, ran a comb through my hair, and got dressed. My blond curls fought against the product I forced through it, not to be tamed. With a sigh, I let them do as they pleased before rushing downstairs, where a familiar scent welcomed me. "Good morning, Momiji." There she was, like she always was, standing at the table - setting a place for herself, for me, for Shigure, and for... I breathed deeply, willing the rage and pain to subside within myself before smiling at her. "Good morning, Tohru. What's for breakfast?" She smiled, just like she always did, her eyes cast downward, though her gaze was much further away than just that. How long had it been since she had been able to meet anyone's gaze? When was the last time I saw her eyes? It had to have been that day. The day that never was - rather, the day that no one would talk about. The day Kyo was taken away. I loosened the fist I had unconsciously been clenching before taking a seat