Hey guys! It's me, MissAquarius with another story!
So, as I mentioned in the description, this is a continuation of ex-author Simin-Chan's story called "Untie My Heart" (yes I do have permission from Simin-Chan to continue it) :D
There will be a couple of modifications, (according to Simin-Chan) and the story will be written the way I write, so it'll be different than the original.
Some of the changes will be pretty obvious.
So anyways, I hope you enjoy it! =)
*Disclaimer* - I do not own fruits basket, or this plot line.
Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
Everything is such a mess. I'm so hopelessly confused. I feel like I'm lost in a maze, and there's absolutely no way to get out.
But there is a way out- Music. Music is the only way I can truly express my feelings and be myself. To me, Music means to have no inhibitions. To just lose yourself in it. My love for music can't be compared to anything else in the world.
I just want to live my dream. Guitar in hand, microphone in front of me, and a song in my heart. My dream to be on stage, in front of thousands of people, all screaming and chanting my name. I want to be a star. The biggest star in Japan, or maybe even the world! I want the whole universe to listen to my songs, and to hear me out. I want to express myself, and show everyone who I really am.
I have too much to sing about, but nobody to listen to them. I have too many dreams, but not enough supporters. No one wants me to be a singer; no one cares for my dream. The most important people in my life tell me that it's better if I just stay the way I am, and not change anything.
Sometimes, words can be too much, whereas other times, they're just not enough. How could I convince my parents to let me be who I want to be? When will I find that one person who believes in me, who has faith in me, and really wants me to live my dream as much as I do? Is there anyone out there like that? If there is, I would give anything to find you.
I really need someone right now. Anybody. What would I have to sacrifice? My family and friends? The things I love? I'll do anything if it means I get to be free and reach for the stars.
Anything.
Tohru sighed, as she gently closed her diary and kept it on the top shelf of her closet, hidden from everyone but her. That was how she felt sometimes. Like nobody could see her, or what she wanted to be. Like she was hidden.
She took a glance outside through her window, and saw that it was raining. There was a flash of lightning and a soft boom of thunder a couple of miles away. Tohru closed her eyes and listened to the pitter patter of the raindrops against her window and the wind humming softly along with it.
Tohru Honda- a girl with so many dreams, but so little hope. She was extremely talented and had everything it took for her to be the biggest sensation yet, but she lacked faith in herself as well as people to support her. She was alone, with no one to hold on to.
She went and grabbed her guitar. Tohru sat on her bed, softly strumming the instrument. A moment later, she went and got a notebook. It was a notebook given to her by her uncle when she was 10. It was supposed to be used for taking notes at school and whatnot, but Tohru decided to use it for writing all her songs.
She flipped it open to the first page, where she had written her very first song. Just looking at it made her smile. Tohru closed her eyes and listened for a rhythm she could work with.
She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and starting strumming the intro.
(a/n: I don't own this song. This is the Fruits Basket theme song in Japanese :D )
Totemo ureshiikatta yo, kimi ga waraii kaketteta, (I was so happy, you were laughing)
Subete wo tokasu hohoemi de. (With a smile that melts everything away)
Haru wa mada tookute, tsumetai tsuchi no naka de,(Spring is still far away, inside the cold earth)
Mebuku toki wo matte tan da. (Waiting for the time to sprout)
Tatoeba kurushii kyou da shitemo, (For instance, even if today is painful)
kinou no kizu wonokoshite itemo, (And yesterday's wounds remain)
Shinjitai, kokoro hodoite yukeru to. (I want to believe that I can free my heart and go on)
Mare kawaru kotow a dekinai yo, (I cannot be reborn)
dakedo kawatte wa ikeru kara. (But I can change as I go on)
Lets stay together, itsumo- (Always)
She sighed, now content but still wanting to sing more. Just as she was about to play more-
"Tohru! Come downstairs, dinner's ready!" Her mother called.
"Coming Mom!" She responded.
Sometimes she was so lost in her music, that she couldn't hear when her parents called. That led to having her father loudly knock on her bedroom door and call her name repeatedly until she came out of her own little world.
As Tohru walked down the stairs, she could hear loud voices. They were the voices of her parents.
"Are you saying you support her?!" Katsuya yelled at his wife, eyes filled with disbelief.
"Yes, I am! And you should too! She's our daughter for god's sake!" She yelled back with just as much rage.
Tohru froze. My mom's actually supporting me?! She thought, clearly shocked and not knowing if it was really true.
"Katsuya…" Kyoko's voice softened a little bit. "She's our only daughter. She has the right to live her life the way she wants to!"
"No! Absolutely not! I've given her freedom to do as she pleases, but not anymore. I do NOT support this idea!"
"WHY NOT?! What's WRONG if she becomes a singer?!" Kyoko was getting annoyed.
Katsuya sighed loudly, trying very hard to control his rising anger and to talk some sense into his wife.
"Listen Kyoko. We, as the Honda family, have standards. There are certain boundaries, limits, lines that cannot be crossed! Just think about it. Everyone in our family is successful. And why is that? It's because they stayed within the limits. All this hard work you do at school isn't going to pay off by directing movies or being a pop star. I want my daughter to be like everyone else. A successful, young, intelligent woman. I don't want her crossing the line for this stupid-"
"I WILL cross the line! No matter what I WILL cross it! And you can't stop me. Never!"
Katsuya was cut off by his teenage daughter, who stood behind him with her arms crossed and face in a frown. The two stood facing each other, their faces reflecting the rage on the other's. Kyoko stood shocked, scared for how this was going to turn out.
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Katsuya said, sounding even scarier than he did while his voice was raised.
"I'm crossing the line. That's what." Tohru replied, without the slightest hint of fear in her eyes.
"Don't you DARE talk back to me, young lady! I've given you enough freedom, maybe it's time to take that away from you too!"
"Freedom? What freedom? I had to buy my guitar with my OWN money! I don't have any more allowance left for anything because I don't get any! You yell at me whenever I sing, you rip up all the papers whenever I try to write a song, you lock me up in my room whenever I listen to music, and I have to hide everything of mine related to my passion for music in hopes that it won't be destroyed by you! And you call this freedom?!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH TOHRU HONDA! You are NOT going to talk back to me like that!" Katsuya hated the way she was talking, and felt like slapping her.
"I had to lock up my passion, my only happiness, so that you would let me be! If this is what freedom is like then I've had enough!" Tohru yelled back.
"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear ANYTHING else out of that mouth of yours. Don't you DARE talk to me like-"
"I will talk back if I have to. I just don't care anymore dad! The same way you don't care about me."
"Don't call me dad…" He whispered, face still red with anger.
Kyoko let out a gasp, as her eyes brimmed with tears. Tohru's eyes widened a little bit.
"That's it. I'm done." Tohru sighed and looked off to the side.
"What do you mean honey?!" Kyoko questioned, her tears were rolling down her cheeks now.
"I'm moving out!"
Alrighty! Fist chapter done! What'd you guys think? A little too intense? Ehh.
I hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for the next chapter! Also, make sure you check out my other story- Replacing Tohru Honda. Thanks! =)
A whole lotta love for my dearie, Simin-Chan! She was the one who originally wrote this story, but she let me continue it since she won't be writing on fan-fiction anymore. =(
Thank you Simi! :*
Make sure you review/favorite/follow (rff) if you liked this first chappie, and you'll get to see more chapters! Until next time! =D