It was pleasant to have the house to himself, Yuki had originally decided, but now there was only quiet. He was used to the quiet in a way. In a not so faraway reality, silence had been his primary companion. He shook his head. That was the past; he had a present and a future to think about. Yeah, a future. Maybe.
Suddenly, the silence seemed much louder, much closer. Yuki held onto his cup of green tea, feeling the heat through his palm and fingertips. He liked having time to himself, but he hated the quiet. A quiet so loud he couldn’t hear anything else.
Until the sound of the doorbell echoed through the empty house. He got up to answer the door, feeling an odd relief at the thought of company. When he slid open the door, he found it darkly ironic to see one of the few people who had often broken into the silence of his past. “Well, this is unexpected, Hatori.”
MOVE ASIDE AKITO YUKI AS A NEW #1 NOW
Maybe home is n o t h i n g but two arms holding you [ tight ] when you’re at your worst.
The Flower & Council Prez || Exorcism into Action
She was right. As always. That one glance tells it all. Sohma Kyo was to blame for Tohru’s unusual electrical waves. Tohru was pushing herself too hard and tried to not make others worried but it’s always the opposite effect. And luckily, Sohma Yuki was there to spill the details.
“The wrong idea, huh.” That stupid toy. Saki’s glanced over, her hues blacker than ever. Though her usual antenna’s weren’t out, the atmosphere was already heavy and Saki was almost ready to launch an electrical wave shock without warning.
–But then, Sohma Yuki suggested an idea.
A brilliant idea.
Saki looks at him and says, “Ara,” now her antenna sensed Yuki’s electrical waves. “I don’t think I’ve sensed such great waves since the first time you drop kicked Kyo-kun,” she puts her finger on her chin and smirks, “This is quite intriguing. And sure enough, this is quite a swell day for an exorcism. Without mercy.”
Good, Yuki thought. For a moment, he wondered if it was okay to take out his revenge through Hanajima. Well, it’s more like co-conspiring. He shrugged. He wasn’t about to be bothered by it. When careless people say careless things, there were always consequences.
He’d just play a part in this particular consequence.
“Do you have a game plan, Hanajima-san?“ Yuki asked, keeping his voice low to avoid being overheard.
He didn’t have experience in taking people down via the... mystic talents. He had a sharp tongue and physical ability on his side, however. It was obvious that Hanajima was a powerful ally; together they could be discreet, and yet still have the pleasure of watching the results play out.
He was looking forward to it.
You knew the picture. Exactly the picture I was thinking of. #OneMuseOneMind
[[That picture is the finest ass in the whole series. Nowhere in the rest of the manga is there a more defined and detailed butt. On anyone.
Of course, I knew it.]]
↖ has a nice butt
[[May I present Exhibit A: “Yun’s ass in leather pants”. Sometimes I see this and wonder how long Takaya spent shading his butt in these pants.]]
Right, so on my last re-read of Fruits Basket, I decided to prove a point. Anyone who’s been in the Fruits Basket fandom long enough, has, at some point, heard something along the lines of, “Machi was just kinda thrown in at the end, so Yuki could have someone. She was sort of a cop-out for the love triangle.”
First of all, Machi makes her first appearance in volume seven, which is nowhere near the end. But, to further my point, when I was reading the series, I took a pack of Post-It notes and marked every single scene Machi was in with a yellow Post-It. After I finished the series, I went back through with pink (and when I ran out, I switched to orange) and marked every single page that Machi appeared on.
“Thrown in at the end”, my ass. Machi, by no means, should be considered a minor character.
The Student Council is most of the reason the Fruits Basket Anime fills me with rage.
(via the-inspiring-pictures)
Every time I go in to check on him, Archie has been asleep under his friends. :)
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YAY I LOVE RATS SO MUCH!!!!! I have two little girls!!!! :333
[[!!!!! What are their names? Pictures? I want to know everything. O__O]]
[[I’m about to go help my friend bathe her rattie for the first time.
I’m literally so excited right now. I get wash him and dry him and I’m just... RATS. I’m going to be the opposite of a cat lady once I’m living in a place that allows pets. I’m going to be a rat lady. And just have dozens of the little cuties. But for now, I will relish the time I get to spend with my friend’s rat.]]
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OMG. THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL…ʕ゚;ᴥ;ʔ let’s make it into a thread!! ʕ゚>ᴥ<ʔ plz? ima do a post version. So, feel free to reply to that one
[[Ooooh!! Good idea! I’ve been wanting to have a thread with you for a while, and I think this one will be fun! If I don’t reply tonight, I’m definitely replying tomorrow!]]
‘ ♣︎ ' // i am curious lol.
26. ‘What an excellent day for an exorcism.‘This sounds like fun already.
It wasn’t a particularly bad day, but it wasn’t a particularly good day either. There was a phrase that usually accompanied days like this: waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But, it probably had more to do with the fact that he hadn’t slept well the previous night, and student council had been particularly stressful all week with the culture festival plans still being finalized. Yuki was still trying to convince students that a bonfire was not practical and had been rejected, and it was exhausting somehow.
But that wasn’t the best part. Oh no. Now, things had settled down between himself and Kyo. They honestly had. There were moments, yes, but Yuki wasn’t even sure when had been the last time his fist had connected with Kyo’s face.
Today might break that streak. Kyo had started out the morning more loudly than usual, said a particularly careless thing to Tohru, and somehow managed to engage the entire classroom in a ruckus the moment he’d walked in the door.
It was later in the afternoon when Yuki noticed that Hanajima seemed concerned about something, not to mention that she had been watching Tohru most of the morning, as well. Yuki, still in a less than stellar mood, approached her. Leaning against the wall beside her, he said, “If you’re wondering about Honda-san, she may not be in the brightest of spirits today. Someone said something that might have given her the wrong idea.” He gave a certain orange-haired cousin of his a pointed glance.
“In fact,” he continued, his voice dark, “I can’t help but think that it’s an excellent day for an exorcism.”