Okay, so this is
your standard-girl-falls-into-anime-world, except I tried to add a
twist. I hope you find it funny, this is my second Fruits Basket Fan Fiction. I didn't own Fruits basket in my last story either.
Honey was putting her younger brother, Fergal, to bed. She wasn't happy about it. At least to Honey cajoling him up the stairs, into his room, and into his bunk-bed, was a chore. "It's my birthday, too." She muttered. Ah well. After tucking him in and flicking the lights, Honey retired to her room. Fruits basket, she decided, would mend her hurt pride. Finally Honey had reread from book one to halfway through fifteen, and she was tired. Before I go to bed, Honey thought, I'll just check my email. One hand holding her spot in the manga, one hand typing, Honey lauged at the message her friend had left her. Spots danced across her vision and she fell over. Her laptop stayed on for a moment, but soon the screen went black and nothing else was visible in Honey's Room.
It was the strangest dream Honey had ever had. She seemed to be falling, into a vortex, like one of those bad dreams in a movie. White and black colors spiraled around her reminding her of a 'Wizard of Oz' tornado. Pictures of The fruits basket character flew by and voices echoed in and out of her hearing. I love strawberries said a familiar voice followed immediately by Stupid Cat and Damn Rat. Honey blinked twice and pulled the hair out of her face. Wait a second, was her hair purple!? One after another more was said Once I think "I like him" It's all over said a girl, as if about to cry.A mans voice followed that And that is the honest unshakable truth. A peppier boy spoke up It's a secret and a baffled voice followed. It becomes water. Someone whispered because if your journeys over and you don't come home, I'll be very lonely. A girl spoke, quieta as a breath, Yuo've done enough which was shortly followed by a boys voice, that one close to tears, Why, Why am I so childish? Another girl spoke, her voice simply heart-wrenching, Because it's okay if there is nothing left in my hands. A male voice sounded, I'll never fly again. All the sounds rang in a miraculous chorus, untill one voice cut them off, holding the last note, The master of there souls. That is who I am.
Honey woke up and the first thing she noticed was her hair was purple. Then she realized she was lying on a bench, in her pajamas she'd had ready for bed, with her laptop, a purse, and nothing else. Fishing into her purse she pulled out a hand mirror. Her normally short brown hair, though it'd kept its length, had turned purple. Her eyes had widened to cover almost a quarter of her face, manga eyes. They'd changed to an amethyst that matched her hair. Her glasses were gone, only intellectuals wore glasses in manga. A boy with grey hair and eyes that matched her own came over. "Ohayo," Honey suddenly realized, not only was she in a manga, that was Yuki Sohma. She keeled over, in a dead faint.
HA! I really just had to point that out. Even if I were so lucky to go into Furuba's world, I would have no idea what they were saying. I don't speak japanese. My name sorta means Honey, so Honey is basically me, except with a laptop. sighs Anywho from now on anything said in Italics is in japanese since I don't know how to say most of it anything, but english.
Someone was shaking Honey's shoulder. She yawned, ready to prepare for another school day. Before she opened her eyes, she thought, I don't remmber falling asleep last night. "Are you all right" asked Yuki.
"What?" She looked at him and yawned. She had traveled all the way around the world and had problems with the time zone change. "Oh yeah, you're Yuki Sohma." Yuki didn't know what she had said, but heard his name. Realizing this strange girl he had found didn't speak japanese he resorted to Tarzan-like methods of communication.
"Yuki Sohma," he said pointing to himself.
"Honey Allen" Honey said. She sat and hoped Yuki would find a way to help her.
Yuki was raking his brain, trying to remember the basic english they had learned in school. "Follow me," he said clumsily. Honey smiled, and stood up.
She thought of the few things she had learned by watching shows like Fruits Basket. "Hai" she said. Note: for the undereducated, that means yes.
Honey Allen recognized the Sohma Family estate. She wondered how to say 'Who are we going to see?' in japanese. She was still following Yuki. Honey remembered that Yuki hated the main estate, she tugged his shirt and smiled, gesturing for him to follow. When they arrive at the hidden exit, they snuck into the main estate. Yuki lead Honey to Hatori's house. The description of Hatori came to Honey's mind when she realized where they were going, 'can fix anything but his broken heart' Good plan Yuki, she thought.
"Hatori? Hatori?" Called Yuki. The white-coated man emerged.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I met this girl," said Yuki gesturing towards Honey. She, realizing he meant her, bowed slightly. "I think she speaks english, but she certainly doesn't speak japanese. Can you help her?"
Hatori paused and looked at Honey, "Do you speak english?" He asked, leaning over slightly to reach her eye level.Western culture had always fascinated him, he drove a western car, read western books, and spoke english. It was the english skills that had lead Yuki to bring Honey to him.
Honey nodded, glad to have someone who spoke her language. "My name is Honey Allen, I am a 1st year at my school in the United States. I woke up this morning here. Everyone I've met here, you and Sohma-kun, that is, exists in this series of books I read called Fruits Basket. I have one of them in my purse," she fished out book thirteen. "See? Here are Yuki's student coucil members, and this is Ritsu on the cover, who turns into the monkey you can see on the bac-"
Yuki leaned over when his name was said but took a step back when Hatori's hand clamped overHoney's mouth. "Never say that again," He said, his english heavily accented from anger.
"What is wrong?" asked Yuki, who hadn't understand any of the converation.
"She knows about the Jyuunshi." answered Hatori," She'll have to see Akito."
Honey didn't know what was being said, but when she heard Akito's name her eyes widened. Breaking free of Hatori's hold, she said, "No, just because I can't talk to Yuki doesn't mean I can't communicate with him. I have volume 17, where Akito's secret is revealed. I don't mind seeing her, but I need help. I don't know how to go back to my world. Also I'd prefer to keep my memory, after all in the world I come from, Fruits Basket is my favorite manga, and if I forget suddenly wouldn't my friends find it odd?"
Hatori nodded grimly, unable to withstand black mail. "Yuki, take hold of her arm. She won't be able to break free from your grip." Yuki nodded and did as instructed.
"Fascinating," was the first thing Akito said when she heard the whole story. "I think I will use this. As a honorary member of the jyuunshi, she could go places where the other members couldn't go. And as she learns japanese, she would have people say things around her that they wouldn't say if they thought she understood. She looks like Yuki, tell her I've renamed her Hachi Sohma, and she is now Yuki's little sister."
As Hatori relaid the message, Yuki protested, "But, she's my age! How can she be my younger sister?"
Honey, or Hachi, answered for Akito after Hatori told her what Yuki had said. "Actually I'm a year younger then you. Tell people that I'm your half-sister through your father's first marriage. Why a half-sister? It makes things more interesting. My 'mother' died of breast-cancer, so I moved here with my father and am now staying with you."
After Hatori finished translating Akito laughed. "I like you, Hachi-chan. That's a good idea, it would also explain why Kyo and Shigure didn't know about you. Let's pretend you don't know about the curse. It will make things more interesting."
There it is. My second fanfiction. When I came up with this idea, it was only going to be a chapter long, but I set this up so I could continue it if I wanted. So I would like at least one person to tell me 'please continue'. I know, I demand reviews, sorry if thats annoying, but I hate the idea of writing to no one.
