Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket there would be a lot of YuKyo love.
Authoress's Note: Hello there. My name is Alicia but my pename is Lilinet Spinnet and I am from the fanfic writers troupe called "The Dreamers of Dreams". Normally I don't write fanfiction, but 'Laith was asking me how I couldn't have ever written one if I read a bunch of them. Truth be told, I'm not that great of a writer, but I conceded to her after making her promise that she would help me out. So this is more like a collaboration fic then just me writing it myself. The idea came from one of 'Laith's cousins, but I pretty much made up the story. Enjoy!
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The Dreamers of Dreams presents,
A Fruits Basket Fanfiction,
Written by Lilinet Spinnet,
"Ghost"
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Call it a ritual if you would. She did it everday. Today was not different. Akimi walked though he empty hallways as she always did during her fourth class of the day. This was just the time when she felt the need to use the restroom.
She passed by classrooms, able to here the sensei's lecturing in their respected classes. At last she made it to the end of her journey. She pushed the girl's bathroom open, not the least bit surprised she was the only one occupying the room.
Akimi quickly relieved herself and left her stall, walking over to the center bathroom sink. She washed her hands and dried them off before turning the faucet off. As she reached for the faucet, she noticed her face was a little grimy. She must have worked up more than the usual sweat in gym.
She had some time before being going back to class, she decided that a quick wash-up wouldn't hurt. She grabbed more papaer towels from the dispenser next to the mirror. She waded them up and stopped up the sink. While waiting for the sink to fill up, Akimi took out a rubber band from her skirt pocket. She pulled her hair back at the nape of her nack and quickly looped the band around it. By the time she finished tying her hair back, the sink had almost filled up to the brim.
She lowered her face over the sink and splashed water on her face three times before reaching for another paper towel. She grabbed one and started to dry her face off.
Suddenly, a reflection in the mirror caught her off guard. Instead of turning around to face the person, she kept her gaze at him through his reflection.
"Ryu?"
Then she screamed.
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'Laith has a fascination with prolouge's for some odd reason right now. At first I didn't want to, but then she used her "voice of reasoning" and it made some sense to use one. Click next for chapter one, please and thank you!