FIC: Acceptance (Fruits Basket) (for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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ficwizeTitle: Acceptance
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slightly spoilery
A/N: I told you that I'd get around to writing this eventually. If you don't like it, I'll try it again... *lol*
Request: forfunfiction at http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_on_demand/219861.html
He hadn’t meant to say it, but typical to form, the words burst from his mouth before he could stop them. “He’s not my FATHER!” The principal blinked at him and turned his head slightly. Following the man’s gaze, Kyo saw Shishou standing in the door. “You’re NOT MY FATHER!” He yelled again, then threw himself past Shishou and ran down the hallway.
Behind him, he could hear Shishou talking to the principal, smoothing over the latest in a series of fights at the school. Reaching the front steps of the school, Kyo debated leaving and just walking… but he knew he’d go back to the dojo eventually anyway. Back to Shishou and whatever lecture he’d avoided, which would be all the worse for his having avoided it. Slumping down on the steps, he sat and waited.
He was scuffing the toe of his shoe against the ground when he heard the door open behind him and stiffened and turned to look behind him. Shishou was walking down the steps, his expression as calm and as friendly as it always was. Kyo wondered what he’d have to do to anger his mentor, but he obediently stood and walked behind Shishou as they left the school and went home.
They’d walked several blocks before Kyo’s curiosity finally got the best of him. “What happened?”
“I was going to ask you that, Kyo-kun?” Shishou’s voice was mild, totally without disapproval or inflection.
“Just the same old crap,” Kyo sighed. “They all want to start in on me… because I look different!”
“You do?” Kazuma stopped and turned to look at his charge. Truthfully, it had been many years since he’d really recognized that Kyo did look different from most of the children around him. His hair was orange, true, but the biggest difference was the constant defensiveness that Kyo shielded himself with.
“Of course I do!” The angry boy shouted at him, his temper already firmly in control. “Look at me! My hair is orange!” Truthfully, it had been many years since Kazuma had really recognized that Kyo did look different from most of the children around him. His hair was orange, true, but the biggest difference was the constant defensiveness that Kyo shielded himself with.
Although the words were angry and the tone was hostile, to Kazuma, it was almost as if Kyo was begging him to notice him. “I am looking at you, Kyo. I don’t see anything so very different.”
“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough…” Kyo responded, mumbling under his breath. “Everyone else seems to find plenty to point out.”
Having no answer for that, Kazuma started walking back towards the dojo. Kyo trudged behind him, hands stuffed in his pockets and staring firmly at the ground. They had nearly reached their house when Kyo asked, “Are you angry at me, Shishou?”
“Should I be?”
Sighing, Kyo hesitated. “Maybe… ahh, hell, I don’t know. I got suspended…”
“Yes, there is that.” Kazuma nodded, watching Kyo closely.
“Did I hurt him?” Kyo almost whispered, after a few moments of silence.
“Nothing that an icepack won’t cure,” Kazuma sighed, too. “But, Kyo, if you fight at school again, they might expel you. You have to stop.”
Kyo froze where he was standing. “You are angry…”
“No, Kyo. I’m not angry.” Kazuma moved over to rest his hand on the boy’s shoulder. I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I wish you could accept yourself, despite your flaws…
“All the same, the fighting has to stop.”
Kyo nodded, not looking up. “I’ll try, Shishou. And I’m sorry you had to come all the way to the school to get me.” With that, he walked into the house and to his room.
Kazuma watched him go. “Don’t you know that I’ll go as far as it takes to help you, Kyo?” he whispered softly. “Even if I lose you in the end, it matters more that you find yourself.”
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slightly spoilery
A/N: I told you that I'd get around to writing this eventually. If you don't like it, I'll try it again... *lol*
Request: for
funfiction at http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_on_demand/219861.htmlHe hadn’t meant to say it, but typical to form, the words burst from his mouth before he could stop them. “He’s not my FATHER!” The principal blinked at him and turned his head slightly. Following the man’s gaze, Kyo saw Shishou standing in the door. “You’re NOT MY FATHER!” He yelled again, then threw himself past Shishou and ran down the hallway.
Behind him, he could hear Shishou talking to the principal, smoothing over the latest in a series of fights at the school. Reaching the front steps of the school, Kyo debated leaving and just walking… but he knew he’d go back to the dojo eventually anyway. Back to Shishou and whatever lecture he’d avoided, which would be all the worse for his having avoided it. Slumping down on the steps, he sat and waited.
He was scuffing the toe of his shoe against the ground when he heard the door open behind him and stiffened and turned to look behind him. Shishou was walking down the steps, his expression as calm and as friendly as it always was. Kyo wondered what he’d have to do to anger his mentor, but he obediently stood and walked behind Shishou as they left the school and went home.
They’d walked several blocks before Kyo’s curiosity finally got the best of him. “What happened?”
“I was going to ask you that, Kyo-kun?” Shishou’s voice was mild, totally without disapproval or inflection.
“Just the same old crap,” Kyo sighed. “They all want to start in on me… because I look different!”
“You do?” Kazuma stopped and turned to look at his charge. Truthfully, it had been many years since he’d really recognized that Kyo did look different from most of the children around him. His hair was orange, true, but the biggest difference was the constant defensiveness that Kyo shielded himself with.
“Of course I do!” The angry boy shouted at him, his temper already firmly in control. “Look at me! My hair is orange!” Truthfully, it had been many years since Kazuma had really recognized that Kyo did look different from most of the children around him. His hair was orange, true, but the biggest difference was the constant defensiveness that Kyo shielded himself with.
Although the words were angry and the tone was hostile, to Kazuma, it was almost as if Kyo was begging him to notice him. “I am looking at you, Kyo. I don’t see anything so very different.”
“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough…” Kyo responded, mumbling under his breath. “Everyone else seems to find plenty to point out.”
Having no answer for that, Kazuma started walking back towards the dojo. Kyo trudged behind him, hands stuffed in his pockets and staring firmly at the ground. They had nearly reached their house when Kyo asked, “Are you angry at me, Shishou?”
“Should I be?”
Sighing, Kyo hesitated. “Maybe… ahh, hell, I don’t know. I got suspended…”
“Yes, there is that.” Kazuma nodded, watching Kyo closely.
“Did I hurt him?” Kyo almost whispered, after a few moments of silence.
“Nothing that an icepack won’t cure,” Kazuma sighed, too. “But, Kyo, if you fight at school again, they might expel you. You have to stop.”
Kyo froze where he was standing. “You are angry…”
“No, Kyo. I’m not angry.” Kazuma moved over to rest his hand on the boy’s shoulder. I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I wish you could accept yourself, despite your flaws…
“All the same, the fighting has to stop.”
Kyo nodded, not looking up. “I’ll try, Shishou. And I’m sorry you had to come all the way to the school to get me.” With that, he walked into the house and to his room.
Kazuma watched him go. “Don’t you know that I’ll go as far as it takes to help you, Kyo?” he whispered softly. “Even if I lose you in the end, it matters more that you find yourself.”
