A/N- Time to begin with the next story! Yay! This one is going to be long so expect less frequent updates. I know I wish I could write faster, too. Quit reading the A/N Start reading the story!

Disclaimer: This is a disclaimer for the whole story. I do not own nor do I take credit for Fruits Basket.

It had all started on a regular day that was no different from any day else. In fact, the date of the day was so unextraordinary no one quite remembers the exact date. They only remember what happened on that date. They only remember the quite extraordinary event that happened only the very unextraordinary date.

Before we start let me tell more about the nature of this date.

All remember that it was in the middle of summer. Perhaps the reason no one can remember is because, in summer, the days swirl together. The heat, with the sense irresponsibility makes time fly by and slow down at the same time. Each day piles up on each other until only the month was remembered. That month was the hottest of them all, July.

Now, let us continue.

Yuki was sitting on the couch watching the television. His mind was only half on the television as it wandered to the deep reaches in his mind. He had been doing nothing for that last 4 hours and things didn't seem like they were getting more exciting.

He yawned and stretched his arms out. He reached as high as he could then he slowly put them back into their original position at his sides.

Boredly he yawned again and he tried to remember what he did last. He had no success course because he had been doing the same thing for the last 4 hours, nothing. He glanced back at the TV and looked at the ground. As he was studying the fabric of the carpet he heard a knock at the door. Sighing, he lifted himself off the couch. The couch groaned from the sudden release of weight. Yuki stumbled to the door and opened it wide. Outside stood the mailman in his blue uniform.

"Hello, " Yuki said. Yuki rocked slightly in the doorway, but he perked himself up and returned to his princely manner.

"Here's your mail for today. It's a bit heavy." The postman handed over a thick stack of letters. At the bottom of the stack there was a thick envelope many stamps on it.

"Have a good day, sir." The postman said as he walked off.

Yuki shut the door as he turned into the house. He noticed that as he passed by the kitchen juicy fragrances lingered out the door.

Tohru's cooking. He thought to him self. It must almost be lunchtime.

Yuki returned to the couch he was sitting on earlier and scrolled through the mail. As he passed bills he took them out for Shigure and he tore up the junk mail nobody wanted. So far this was the most interesting thing he did today. Sighing, he continued trough the mail. He stopped when he came to the end where the huge letter sat. Curiously, he picked up the envelope and held it closer to his face. To The Residence Yuki Sohma. Surprised at the fact that he got mail, Yuki sat forward on the couch holding the letter firmly.

Yuki began to open the letter, which was addressed to him. As he reached into the thick envelope he felt thick heavy-duty paper that had a texture printed on it. Yuki pulled the letter out of the envelope and he noticed a seal on the paper.

He had never seen the seal before, but it struck him as something important. Under the seal thick letters spelled out "The Royal Court of Nievea."

Royal Court? Yuki thought. This meant it was important. The official seal proved it.

Yuki continued and opened the letter. The letter read:

"Dear Mr. Yuki Sohma:

The Official Court of Nievea sends this letter to the second residence of the Sohma family. First, we would like to unhappily announce that our great Queen Delia has passed away. Our country mourns the loss of great leadership and we will honor her in our hearts forever.

Now as the passing of the queen is upon us, it is our rightful duty to appoint the next successor. The queen had a single, older sister by the name of Sakura Sohma. "

That's my mother's name. Thought Yuki as he read through the letter.

"Unfortunately, Sakura is also deceased. In our tradition, the younger generation is always first to the throne rather than the elder. Through tradition and blood, this means that Yuki Sohma is now King of Nievea.

When you receive this letter we ask that you return with you respond as quickly as possibly. Once you reply, arrangements will be set and King Yuki will be appointed to his rightful place.

Sincerely,

The Royal Court of Nievea."

Shocked, Yuki sat back as he processed all that he had read. Quickly, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and he felt like he would be sick. Thoughts raced in his mind and he felt a headache coming on. The room started to swirl around and things were becoming fuzzy. Yuki fell from the couch and landed on the floor. The walls around him were starting to close in on him. Yuki rose to his feet and stumbled towards to doorway. The hallway was like the room; it too was becoming disoriented and confusing to Yuki. Yuki jolted across the hallway and he slammed his hand on the phone. Yuki mind clambered as he tried to sort his thoughts out enough so that he could remember Hatori's number. His fingered tripped across numbers, but they managed to find the right ones. He heard the phone ring on the other line. On the second ring a familiar voice came from the other end.

"This is Hatori," Hatori voice was in the usual emotionless tone. Most time Yuki hated the tone Hatori had when he was serious, but today it was like an oasis.

"Hatori I need you to come down immediately." Yuki voice cracked at the end.

"Yuki is something wrong?" Hatori started to sound concerned. Yuki never acted this way and when he did something was really wrong.

"Hatori, I need you down here now."

"Do I need anything?" Hatori must have been expecting a health related problem.

"No, just come." Yuki finished the conversation.

Yuki hung up and leaned against a wall. Slowly, he sunk to the floor. He could feel the stress weigh down on him and he new if anything else happened he would transform. After a while he heard Shigure's footsteps coming down the hall.

"Yuki what are you doing on the floor?" He said with surprise. Yuki turned his face, letting his head balance on his shoulder.

Yuki looked up at Shigure, not knowing how to tell him. Finding that he was at a loss for words, he simply handed Shigure the letter.

"Read it…" Yuki told Shigure.

Shigure took one more worried look at Yuki before he started reading. Yuki watched Shigure's eyes scan the paper, they narrowed and suddenly they looked shocked. Shigure close the letter and let his hands fall to his side. He face was set as he started to think. He lost himself in thought, and the two of them stood in silence.

"We, w we need to call someone, this…" Shigure started to mutter quickly as he tried to figure out what to do. His words were rushed and they came out more in a blur.

The doorbell rang breaking the lonely silence.

"Hatori is here." Yuki said from his position on the ground. Yuki decided that it was safe to stand and he went to the door. Shigure stood behind him, waiting. Yuki opened the door and blinked against the sunlight.

"Hatori," Yuki greeted Hatori. Hatori briskly walked though the door and Yuki shut it behind.

"What's the problem?" Hatori asked curtly, but there was no emotion in his voice.

"Let him see the letter," Yuki ordered Shigure. Shigure glanced in between Yuki and Hatori before giving. Finally, Shigure handed Hatori the letter and Hatori proceeded to read it. His reaction was almost the same as Shigure's.

"This can't be right," Hatori started. "There has to be some mistake. Another Yuki Sohma perhaps?" Hatori had thought of one possible solution to the problem.

"But that's my mother's name." Yuki told Hatori. Yuki was leaning against the wall for support.

Hatori sighed. "Then there must be no mistake."

Yuki paled. "But, but, but I can't be a king." Yuki started to stammer. He felt emotions run though him again threating to overwhelm him

Shigure smiled. "Technically you aren't a king until your coronation. So that makes you a prince. Prince Yuki."

No one ever knew how much truth that nickname actually held.