Tough all over

(This is a short fanfic about Arisa and her relationship with Haru. For some reason I think they look good together! Anyway I'm not sure I'll continue on this one. Anyway enjoy and please review!))
Disclaimer: I do not own fruits basket, all I own is an overweight cat who has devoured by two rats…sobs

Arisa walked home alone. It had been to long weeks since she and Haru had fought. She admitted that she wanted their relationship in the open and Haru had freaked out. Then he started yelling at her about how easy she had it. She had been angry for the first couple of days but then slowly she started to miss him. His chocolate brown eyes that always seemed so calm. His lips that always invited her to caress their rose petal softness. She missed him….

Things are tough all over

And I'm losing badly

I wish you were still here

And I say it sadly

But if you wanna come back

'Cause you need a shoulder

Things are tough all over

Arisa sighed as she entered the bad part of town, her part of town. The once white sides of the stores were now tinged yellow from age with a faint underlying of gray from the dirt that covered the streets and sidewalks. She walked down the street pausing to eye a street artist's handiwork on the side of the florist's building. She sighed again as shady figures brushing past her on the crowded street. The town showed poverty, and it did not wear it well. Here in the ghetto one moment a person could have a roof over their head and money, and the next they could be possession less and broke or worse. But I'm alive Arisa thought. If I can live life here I can live with out Haru.

Guess I should count my blessings

For the life I still have

In a world of misfortune

That can happen so fast

Life size dominoes

One falls after another

Things are tough all over

As she had gotten to know Haru she realized that although he seemed tough and confident on the outside, he was insecure. Waiting for someone to give him the gift of acceptance. It was a great feeling, being needed. He seemed so hurt all she wanted was to ease his pain. That intense hurt.

Baby, if you needed me

I'd have heard by now

Well, I hope you're not hurtin'

On the other side of town

'Cause things are tough all over

Things are tough all over

Arisa smiled wryly I needed him more than he needed me. He may have been hurting but I was hurting more. He doesn't need me….

Well baby, if you needed me

I'd have heard by now

Well, I hope your nut hurtin'

On the other side of town

She walked up to her house but stopped in shock at the sight before her. A black and white haired man stood with a map while muttering. Hearing her footsteps he turned around with a smile. His clean white fur lined coat a contrast to the dirty bleakness of this side of town. But his hurt face? His hurt face filled with hope fit right in. With a groan he pulled her near him and pressed her lips to his own.

Things are tough all over

Things are tough

Tough

Things are tough

Yeah, things are tough

((So what did you think? Please review! Should I continue? ))

((Song courtesy of Gary Allen's "tough all over" on his new cd "tough all over"))