Coming Home

by Maya Sabir

14 year old Lina Belmont shows up on the Souma's door step one day. 15 years ago, her mother visited Japan for a while, and when she left she was carrying a child. But who is the father? And should Lina really know? Please R&R.

1. Prolog

Okay… so lets start this off by saying Fruits Basked is NOT mine… and even if it was I would just kidnap Kyo and Haru and then give the rest to charity *winks*

[[A/N:  Hey guys… I am actually not sure exactly where this fic is going.  The idea just popped into my head so I put the prolog and the first chapter up.  I am not sure if I am going to continue it, and if I do it will have to be in spare time and the such, but I think I will decide based upon the reviews I get.  So please R&R.  Thanks a bunch.]]

Return (Coming Home)

I've seen the terrible hand of struggle

I've felt the pain that hubris brings

I have tasted the wisdom of divinity

And the horror, of it stings.

And though they tell you I am lost

And their words report my death has come

The fates have left me breathing still

Very much alive

And though my mind is cut by battles

Fought so long ago

I return victorious

I am coming home

And if the paths that I have followed

Tread against the flow

I'll return victorious

I am coming home

For the distance I have traveled

Upon an ocean of despair

Have led me back into your arms once more

An answer to a little prayer

And though they tell you I am lost

And their words report my death has come

Fate has left me breathing still

Very much alive

And though my mind is cut by battles

Fought so long ago

I return victorious

I am coming home

And if the paths that I have followed

Tread against the flow

I'll return victorious

I am coming home

**Return (Coming Home) by the Cruxshadows

Prolog (15 years Prior): Without a Goodbye

Karen thanked God that her time at the school was over.  She would have jumped up and down and cried if she had not realized how much attention it would have drawn.  Sure, the study abroad program was wonderful… really.  She had learned a lot at the Japanese High school, most of all to appreciate what she really had back home.  The schools in London were NOTHING like the stress she had experienced here. 

She slid into the back seat of the taxi and waited for the driver to load her things into the trunk.  She had made no attempt to hide the fact that she was in a hurry to leave, even bringing her bags to school with her. 

She had been popular at the school with both the boys and the girls and made plenty of friends, but now she hoped none of them tried to contact her.  No, she had had enough of the school, and the people in it, and him…  Glancing sideways out of the corner of her eyes she could see him standing with his two friends, the three of them were always together.  He was watching the taxi while the other two tried to talk to him.  He looked sad, almost like he regretted something.  Karen frowned and stared at the back of the driver's seat.  He had said that he would miss her, that he loved her, and all that other crap that boys feed girls when their trying to be the first down someone's pants.  God, if only Jared could see her now… yes, her brother would have definitely killed her.  Then again, there would be time for that.  Now SHE had to go home, and SHE had to face her family, and SHE had to tell them what had happed, and SHE was the one who was going to have to deal with the consequences for the rest of her life.  So he had nothing to feel bad about… he would undoubtedly forget about her the moment she left this god forsaken country. 

Karen continued to glare intensely at the inside of the car as the driver got in and the taxi pulled away.  She had thought a lot about that night they had spent together.  In the back of his friends car where she had given him everything… how bloody romantic.  It had happened two months ago and yet she couldn't get that night off her mind, and it had nothing to do with being a "special" memory.  Something had happened, she wasn't sure what, but what ever it was must have caused her to black out… because she just couldn't remember everything.  It was like there was a blank spot in her head.  He had told her that she had fallen and hit her head on the ground… but she was smarter than that, and way more graceful.  No, she was betting on drugs… which had always made her wonder just how much of what had happened was really HER choice.  But none of that mattered now, now she was alone… well almost alone.  As the school was left behind, Karen Belmont rested her hand on her belly… well almost alone.