Based on the anime, after the last episode. It's summer. Read on.

"Defying gravity, and you can't pull me down!" I sang a song, "Defying Gravity", that my cousin taught me last summer. I skipped downstairs, threw open the washing machine, and shoved my dirty clothes in. For an hour, I cleaned up the house for no particular reason. I felt free; as if nothing could hold me down. And why shouldn't I? Tomorrow was my birthday.

After cleaning, I went outside and climbed onto the shed roof.

"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned." I began to sing. It was one of my favourite songs. With arms spread wide, I continued to sing 'Unwritten'.

Staring at the blank page before you
open up the dirty window
let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

I wonder what would happen if I really could write my own fate. I thought imaginatively. Well, if I could, I know exactly what I would write. I lay back on the black shingle. I pictured getting sucked by a purplish black vortex and appearing –as an anime person- in Fruits Basket, an extremely popular manga, and once an anime.

I sighed, my happiness disintegrated. "As if." I said to myself, and watched the stars.

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else…

I awoke instantly. Looking at the stars, it was obvious that I hadn't been sleeping for long. But still, it was strange that I fell asleep on the shed roof. I had never done that before.

I glanced around, immediately knowing that I definitely wasn't in my back yard. For starters, we only had one tree. Second, I would actually be able to see the house. All around me was trees. Dense, dense foliage surrounded me and my random shed.

I hopped down from the roof after a good look around. What was even more disappointing was that I didn't have my ladder to climb down, and I landed funny on my ankle.

"Ouch," I mumbled to myself, and limped to the front of the shed, unlocking the door and slipping inside.

I flicked on a flashlight and gazed around for a blanket of some sort, or better yet, bandages for my ankle. I knew from experience and having an army dude for a father that the best way to heal was to walk it off.

Dad. I wonder what happened when I fell asleep. Tomorrow was my birthday, too. So much for a party with my few friends.

Finding some scrap cloth that my dad probably used as polishers of a sort, I tied up my ankle tightly and searched for something to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes, I finally dragged out an old bed mat and an empty (and clean!) garbage bag. I spread out the mat on the cement floor and lay the garbage bag on top of me, hoping to stay warm throughout the rest of the night.

Morning came early, and I rose with the sun. There were no windows in my shed (I claimed it mine now) so I opened the door to actually look again at my surroundings. Maybe in the daylight I would be able to find a path and hobble my way back to civilization.

I wondered if I were in Petawawa.

No wait, am I even in the same dimension!?

Happy 14th birthday to me.

I adjusted my bandages and using an old walking stick my dad carved (I have a handy man for a father!) I limped my way down a deer trail. In the daylight it wasn't so menacing any more, and the only thing I was afraid of was if I didn't find food or people.

Noise reached my ears. Water? I hobbled my way over, and lo and behold, there was a small stream. I washed my face as well as took a drink, and then washed the stained cloth I used for my ankle.

My ankle was going slightly purple. It was definitely bruised, and I noted not to go jumping of any rooftops any time soon. If I could find one.

I massaged my bruise, wrapped it up again, and continued on my way, passing a small rockslide that seemed to have happened several months ago. It was slightly muddy from rain, and there were plants growing all over the loose dirt. I bet it had survived winter.

Fingering my ring on a gold chain around my neck, I walked for a couple hours, resting every ten minutes or so. My stomach growled in its lack of nutrition.

Voices.

I heard voices. Did I really find civilization? My heart soared as I headed towards the sound. My head spun slightly, and I had to lean against a tree for a few seconds before heading faster. My stomach growled and my ankle pounded, but I ignored anything that caused me hindrance. My foot caught on a root, and I tumbled face first into the ground.

There was a sharp pain as I collided with the ground, and then everything seemed to end.

My head pounded. My ankle pounded. My stomach growled. My eyes…felt tingly.

Ouch.

"Ouch." I mumbled, voicing my thoughts. Other mumbles answered me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Wait, people! Civilization! I could finally learn where I was! I snapped my eyes open…at least, I think I did, but I couldn't see anything.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself. "Where am I?"

"Uhm…Excuse me?" A man called.

"Who's there?" I asked sharply, annoyed by my lack of sight. I tried to open and close my eyes several times, but there was still nothing.

"I'm Hatori Sohma, pleased to meet you, miss…" He trailed off, expecting me to finish my sentence.

"Call me Miru."

"Miru. A relative of mine, Yuki Sohma, and his friend, Tohru Honda found you fainted in the woods and called me to look you over." There was a shuffle of fabric as Hatori walked closer to my bed and used his stethoscope to check me over, asking me to breathe deep, and other things doctors do.

"…Okay. And? What's wrong with my eyes?" I demanded disrespectfully. When I was uncomfortable or uneasy, like at the moment, I grew snappy and rude. It was sort of a defense mechanism.

"Miru, you don't know that you're blind?"

"I'm…What? Wait, what day is it?"

"It's June 23rd. If there's anything I or Tohru can get you, please call. Tohru will be up momentarily with some soup."

"Thank you…" My shoulders fell.

Great. Blind on my 14th birthday.

Not only that, but I was in a different dimension! I was a dimension, an ocean, and several provinces from home.

Damn.

However, I knew one thing. I was in Fruits Basket. I guessed that the landslide I passed on the way here was where Tohru had her tent pitched before she lived at the Sohmas. And I had guessed it was at least a year old. So that meant it was the summer after the last episode of anime, probably.

But I hate assumptions, and hopefully I'll be able to dig up as much information as possible on the Sohma family, and the relationships within.

Blind.

DAMMIT!

I almost screamed in frustration. Unless there was a way to cure blindness, no longer would I be able to read. No longer will I be able to write. I'll never see my family again. I'll never lay eyes on a setting sun. I'll never see my reflection in the mirror. It won't matter any more if my light brown hair is long, or that I should wear glasses, or that my eyes are brown. Because I can't open my eyes. They're sealed shut.

I reached my hand and grazed my fingers lightly over my eyelids. I could feel scratches and scars across my eyes. Scabs were on my forehead and cheeks, the cuts were already beginning to heal. But not my eyes.

My eyes will never heal.

"Uhm, Miss Miru?" Tohru's light voice woke me from a doze. I sat up, fingers lightly fluttering over the quilt on my legs.

"Hmm?" I answered incomprehensibly. Her footsteps told me she was carrying something, for they were slower than I guessed they should have been, and were certainly more evenly-paced. "Tohru, right? Hatori told me about you." Although my head was turned in her direction, my eyes were still sealed with those ugly scars.

"Did he?" the girl's voice grew more even as the conversation went on. "I brought some soup. How are you feeling?"

"Like a pile of sh--…crap." I refrained myself from using vulgar language in front of Tohru. "Thanks Tohru." I said as she placed a tray in my lap and a spoon in my hand. "I feel so handy-capped, now I'll have to rely more on others than I would like." I sighed.

It was comfortable talking with Tohru. I didn't tell her about my past life, but I asked about hers, and where I was. She described her room –the one I was in- as pink, and I pictured the one in the anime. I also wondered if the people looked mangaish, or normal.

I learned that my assumption was correct, and it was the summer after the last episode. Of course, she didn't tell me that. She told me that it's been a year since the spring when Yuki and Shigure found her. She wasn't going out with any one, and I swore she blushed when I asked. I could feel the heat radiating off her, strangely.

"What will happen to me, I wonder?" I asked myself when Tohru left. I had asked her to get a blindfold from Hatori, to hide the ugly scars on my eyes.

The swish of cloth and deliberately quiet footsteps caught my attention. I turned my head to the door, where the noise had come from. "Is someone there?"

"Miru, correct?" I heard a soft voice ask.

"Who wants to know?" I replied. I hated not being able to see.

"I'm Yuki Sohma, and this is Kyo, my cousin." The person said. Two people came into the room, one's footsteps heavier than the other.

"Thanks." I said to Yuki, looking in his general direction.

"What for?"

"Hatori told me you found me. Thanks for that."

"You're welcome--,"

Yuki was cut off as Kyo's temperamental voice broke through our pleasant conversation.

"What happened to your eyes?" He asked rudely.

"It's nice to meet you too." I replied, annoyed. Kyo quickly apologized and I explained that I was blind.

"Hey Miru, how old are you?"

"Fourteen and several hours." I replied certainly.

"Does that mean that today is your birthday? Or was it yesterday?"

"It's today. What time is it, anyways?"

"It's 1pm."

"Thanks." I continued to sip some chicken and rice soup and the three of us chatted. After I finished eating, Hatori came back upstairs. Yuki, who was definitely more of a gentleman than Kyo, took my tray away as the two cousins departed from the room.

"I see you've met Yuki and Kyo."

"Mm." Hatori checked my breathing again, and then tied a blindfold around my eyes. It was white, he told me. I thanked him and asked him to tell me something.

Surprisingly, he told me –without associating it with the Sohmas- the story of the Zodiac.

I must say, he is an excellent story-teller.

"I feel sorry for the cat." I remarked, just before he left the room.

As soon as I heard the door close, I got up from the bed. Hatori said I shouldn't move for a while, seeing as I twisted my bruised ankle again when I fell. But I wasn't one for obeying doctor's orders all the time, and I wanted to learn how big the room was.

I felt my way around the room, discovering a vanity, the closet, the side table, and the balcony. I stood out on the balcony, hands on the railing and face to the wind for a while, thinking about the Zodiac. It would be best if I didn't tell them I knew anything. Ha'ri might have to erase my memory. Although Tohru got away with it, I might not.

Eventually, the wind grew colder and I went back inside, sleeping away the rest of my birthday.

When I woke up again, there was a white-noise that rang all over. Rain, I realized. Rain was hitting the roof.

I went out onto the balcony. I listened to where the rain fell and made a splat, mapping in my mind where the trails were, and where the trees were. My mind flickered back to a show that I had seen once, where a blind guy used the rain to see his lover's face. I did the same now, finding that there were no birds in the sky, nor were there any animals besides something in the bush by the door.

Wait, that was a large animal to be out in the rain! I listened harder, and figured out that it was probably a cow, ox, or horse. I found a large sweat shirt that I slipped over Tohru's nightgown (she lent it to me) and I hurried downstairs. From the wind I knew it was night, and there were no sounds in the house.

As I walked, I mapped out more of the house. With my internal compass, I found my way to the front door and slipped out into the summer rain, listening intently for the large animal near the bush.

I knelt down by its head. By the shape, I figured it was either a cow or an ox, and it was sleeping, or unconscious. I knew I couldn't do anything alone.

As if answering my prayers, I heard two sets of footsteps on the stairs. Guessing the weight, it was Yuki and Kyo again. How come they were always together?

I ran a hand in between the Ox's horns and down its head. A thought came to me –Hatsuharu! The ox Zodiac.

As this piece of realization came to me, the door to the house practically slammed open as both Yuki and Kyo called my name.

"You idiot!" Kyo shouted. "What are you doing out in the rain?"

"Shut up, Kyo, do you want to wake the whole house? I used the rain to make a mental map, and found out that this ox was the only animal around for miles. I just thought it odd that he was lying on his side, and all." I pulled the sweater closer around me; the rain was starting to sink in as cold pin-pricks.

"I'll take care of it, Miru. Kyo, get her some clean clothes." Kyo grumbled something, and grabbed my hand roughly, pulling me along behind him. He dragged me into Tohru's room again and threw a nightgown at me from the closet.

I attempted to pull the sweater off, but the zipper got stuck in my hair. I moaned in distress. "Kyo! A little help here." I called.

The door opened again, and Kyo hesitantly stepped in. Without a word –he was blushing, I could tell, -- he helped me get the sweater off. Mumbling something more, he left the room.

It was then that I remembered that Tohru said the nightgown was white.

Oh snap.

All girls know what happens to thin white cloth. It gets see-through.

Shit.

Kyo just saw me practically half naked or something like that. Anyways, he at least probably saw skin in the places where the nightgown was sticking. So mainly my thighs and a bit around the neck, but nothing drastic. Thank goodness for the sweater, which had covered most of my torso.

I swiftly changed again into the other nightgown, which was a silky, almost velvet material.

I fell asleep almost immediately.

A/N: I was never planning to turn this into a FF. I started writing it for pleasure around 8pm. It is now 1am. I have about 2 or 3 chapters written behind the scenes, but I'm not sure if I should post them right now. Anyways, my only regret in writing this is that my friend Micah can't read them. She hasn't seen Fruit's Basket.

So do as you wish.

Sarii