Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fruits Basket so please don't come sue me I didn't do it!

Hello Dear Readers! This is my very first FanFiction so you guys just criticize the crap out of this thing. My English teacher won't criticize anything so I am turning to the public! I do LOVE Fruits Basket but I shall probably be changing a lot. I will do my best to go by the books!(although I make no promises).You will probably notice through this that I am rather….well….there are a wide variety of words to be used here but, I shall leave you to your own devices and you can make up your own definition for me. So now I shall shut up and let you read my words! KI
Raindrops and Roses

Rain. Sometimes beautiful and shimmering, sweetly falling on the quiet world, while other times dark and frightening, as if it is trying to rip your world to pieces. It gives life to the flowers of spring, but can kill and tear apart your home with an angry raging storm. Rain almost seems as if it has a mind of its very own. But they way I remember the rain, the way it's forever etched into my mind, is a steady song of sadness, steadily mourning along with me. That rainy day that ended my parents' lives. It's like a movie I can't forget. It is the nightmare I can't forget, and when I wake up, I only find I am alone in darkness. I remember seeing my father's eyes go wide with terror and hearing my mother's scream pierce the air. Tires squealed as a drunk driver slammed into our car on a forlorn little country road. There was a tinkling of glass and a sickening crunch of metal, then silence. Steam poured from the engines as the rain fell…..

"RHIANNA!" a crackling voice irked its way into my dreams. "RHIANNAAAAAA!"

Thunder clapped through the air. Not more rain. I could hear her, Auntie, slamming about downstairs.

"Yes Auntie," I yelled back dully.

"GET DOOOWN HERE! NOW!" came the voice. I rolled my eyes. Why did I now have to share my life with a woman very close to the likeness of a toad? I put my hands over my ears and rolled over hoping maybe she would somehow disappear.

"NOOOOOWWWWWW!" she screamed.

"Coming!" I yelled.

Auntie Karin is, well, a large, rather, a VERY large woman. She has a wig of what I call Barbie Curls, which are of curls so fake, stiff, and peroxide blonde they may as well be on a Barbie doll, that she wears every day. Her rouge is applied thickly and unevenly and she wears the ugliest shade of blue for eye shadow. Her lips are wide and thin and she applied what seems like ten layers of prostitute red lipstick. She is, in short, repulsive. Now maybe it would not be so bad to live with this toad of a woman, if she did not insist upon me doing all the housework in "prospect of me being as beautiful as her one day through hard work and humiliation". Ha. And by some breech in the law of nature, she was allowed to reproduce. Which brings me to Erika, Delancey, and Noel. All of them looked scathingly like their mother: all fat, doting, self centered, and equally repulsive.

"RHIIANNAAAAAAAAAAA!" her croaky voice shrilled.

"I said I'm coming!" I screamed back. I touched my necklace for strength through this trying day and rolled out of bed. I pulled on an old hoodie and some torn jeans and flipped my ebony hair up into a messy ponytail. I slowly wandered down the stairs to find all three of my "family" waiting for me. Auntie Karin was tapping her foot sharply on the hardwood flooring. The freshly MOPPED and WAXED hardwood flooring, I thought vehemently watching her scuff away the newness of the shine.

"Yes Aunt Karin?" I asked, all innocence transfixing my eyes upon her beastly face.

"It's about time!" she commented sharply. "I need you to prepare a nutritional breakfast for the girls and I, you may have the leftovers if you so desire," she added passively as if she were bestowing some privilege upon her servant, "Then I need the parlor cleaned thoroughly an extravagant luncheon prepared for a party of seven in the dining room." She thought for a moment. "The dining room must also be cleaned." She added. Silence ensued as she prodded her second chin with her ring encrusted forefinger. "Yes that shall be all. When you finish,shower and comb your hair. Dress yourself in your Sunday best and be downstairs at 12:30 sharp. This party of seven shall include you today, Dear." She tacked the word "dear" on almost as an afterthought. It was already 8:30 in the morning. Anger rose inside of me like hot lava in a volcano, ready to explode.

"But Auntie Karin I only have four hours to do so in!" I protested before I realized I was thinking aloud, "I couldn't possibly complete the task of which you are asking!"

Oh Kami. Here she goes…I braced myself. This WASN'T going to be pretty.

Who took you in Child?

"Who took you in Child?"

Who put clothes on your back?

"Who put clothes on your back?"

Who Feeds you?

"Who Feeds you?"

Blah dee freekin blah blah blah….

"Who is having lunch with the principal of a special school just for your education I am providing?"

Oh is that why I'm busting my butt for you today? All I ask is a small favor of you & you COMPLAIN!

"All I ask is a small favor of you and you COMPLAIN! How ungrateful you are, your mother was the exact same way…" Oh no..she didnt say that...she couldnt..ehhh...why lie to myself..here goes… That was enough to push me over the edge. I exploded with pent up rage from the months I had endured cleaning and scooping and groveling. Now this...insulting my mother? No this would NOT go untouched. Auntie Karin had finally struck my last nerve.

"My mother, your own sister, was NOT ungrateful! You have no right to insult her memory by saying so out of pure spite and jealousy!" I roared at the lard of a woman. She shrank against the wall in fear as my blazing emerald eyes met her trembling brown ones. "I will NOT put up with this any longer!"

"Oh-o-o-o-OH YES YOU WILL!" she yelled back, regaining her composure. "You must stay here until your 18th birthday, and that is an ENTIRE YEAR away!" She screamed triumphantly. She watched as the fire faded from my eyes and my head bowed in defeat.

"Now Get to WORK!" she snapped. Shamefully, eyes filling with tears, I turned toward the kitchen to prepare everything as she had commanded. There was no way to escape. I prayed to the heavens to get me out, or have me perish.

Well Well Well… did you guys likey? I wrote this at my friends LoLo's house and it just like FLOWS with creative juices! Ah HA! I have found my Muse! LoLo' House!

My Friend got to proofing my story and she noticed a TINY lil mishap...I was kinda caught up in my character and establishing her..so I kinda forgot about adding my Fruits Basket People in there! But they ARE coming! There is nothing like a little anxiety before the grand entrance and the torture begins, right? She said I had better note that or it "would not go down well" so here is my NOTE! I needed a sort of prolouge to explain Rhianna...well thinking back I probably could have established them and then had a flashback to explain everything, but well I didnt and I like how it is now so oh well to that idea. You can now take my screw up as a chance to enlighten me!Who do you want me to couple Rhianna with? I'm thinkin Tohru x Yuki and Rhianna x Kyo, but i could switch and maybe even add someone like Hatsuharu in there...ahh the possibilities...Well anyways reveiw it and let me know what you want em to do! Bye for Now!

So what shall happen to Rhianna? And who is coming to her luncheon? Will she "perish" in America with her crazy toad of an Aunt? Or is she merely being a Drama Queen? What adventure wil she go on? Find out in the next chapter of R&R… From Gay Avenue High to Epsilon Private! KI