Welcome to my new story, We Who Are Cursed. It is a SM and Fruits Basket crossover. This is the prologue, setting up for the whole story. The FB crew will be introduced next chapter. I will be taking suggestions for pairings for Rei, Hotaru, Minako, Makoto, and Ami. But, it doesn't mean I will use them.

Raiden: Yeah!

Disclaimer: I do not own SM or FB.

Ages:

Rei- 18

Minako, Ami, and Makoto- 17

Hotaru- 15

Aya- Ancient XD

Prologue

One who can see the future, but no one believes what she sees…

A young girl lies in bed, her raven black locks cascading around her body like a waterfall. She reaches out to touch the window, which now is being pelted by raindrops. They run down like little rivers, eventually going to the ground.

Her eyes glisten with tears, her long eyelashes fighting back the wave. Her chest was heavy and her breathing hard, the feeling of the world being held on her shoulders.

"If only they could believe me…" She mouthed, wrapping her blankets around her tighter. "If only they could see what I see…"

Her mind went to the plane explosion she had witnessed in her mind, the screams of everyone on board and the ones on the surface, watching the scene unfold. She had tried to warn the passengers at the airport, but they all just laughed, telling her she was crazy. Forty minutes later, the plane had exploded upon take off.

The door creaked open, a smaller girl being halfway visible in the crack of the door. Her small voice broke through the stillness.

"Rei-chan, we are being summoned."

Rei rolled over in her bed and blinked, a few tears beginning to roll down her porcelain skin.

"Aya wants to see us." The small girl began to close the door. "She says it is important."

Rei smiled briefly, rubbing her cheeks to rid them of the tear stains. "Thank you, Hota-chan."

The small girl left, leaving the door to make a soft click as it shut. Rei sat up in her bed, rubbing her arms and feeling the soft knit of her black sweater. She did so for a few moments, and then proceeded to go into the living area.

One who can see the dead, but cannot hear their desperate pleas for help…

Hotaru walked down the hallway, covering her eyes as she did. Her right hand trailed the hallway walls, feeling for the turn to the den. She finally made her way there, but was forced to remove her hand and open her eyes to find the couch. Upon doing so, she saw an old man, moving his lips to speak to her, but no words came out.

This was why she hid her eyes, usually covering them with her black bandana. She hated to always see the dead, wandering around, some of them half gone and the other parts not even fully attached. Sometimes, there were even small children who came to her. But, she could not help them, their voices being inaudible to her. Because of this, they always came back, their restless souls seeking her aide.

The black haired girl covered her amethyst eyes, her shoulder length hair brushing on the ends of her bare shoulders. How she wished they would stop.

"But, this is our curse…" She spoke quietly, beginning to sit on the couch, eyes still covered. "All because of what the Phoenix did so long ago."

One who knows everything, but has no voice to share it with…

Ami read the last page of her book, her impassive eyes scanning the lines of text. When she concluded, she closed her book and placed her yellow bookmark between the pages, setting it down on her desk.

She sat up from her chair and brushed down her skirt and straitened her uniform top, taking off her glasses and setting them on the desk along with her book. She took one more glance at her desk, and then at her room before walking out, closing the door behind her as she went.

One who was given the power to heal, but her own health is weak…

Makoto coughed, droplets of blood appearing on her hand. Hotaru had just informed her of the meeting with Aya, so she began to make her journey towards the living room.

Her legs trembled and her body was frail, but she couldn't let that stop her. As far as this brunette was concerned, nothing could stop her.

The door opened and there stood her best friend, cousin, and doctor, Ami. Of course, she couldn't say anything, but the look she gave Makoto was one of scolding. Now Makoto was willing to rephrase herself; nothing could stop her, except for Ami.

Ami went to her, grabbing her arm and hoisting Makoto to her feet. The navy haired girl smiled and helped Makoto walk to the door, her grip strong and defiant.

"Thank you, Ami-chan."

One graced with unbelievable beauty, but doomed to never find love…

Minako walked into the living room, her green sundress waving against her legs as she did so. She saw poor Hotaru sitting at the table, covering her eyes with her small hands. The blonde then pulled off her headscarf and wrapped it around Hotaru's face, letting the small girl feel able to relax.

It pained Minako greatly to see Hotaru suffer; her being so young and have to bear so much. She could only imagine how bad it was for Rei, who was her older sister. Rei never got to see Hotaru go to school or listen to her middle school drama. Because of her curse, Hotaru was never allowed in school, but instead, home schooled.

"Mina-chan… What do you think Aya wants?"

Minako sat across from her cousin as they waited for the others to arrive. "I don't know, Hota-chan."

Hotaru turned her head down, her mouth twisting into a frown. "It is never pleasant when she comes around. They get all upset."

Minako raised an eyebrow. "They?"

"Them… the dead. They get angry when Aya comes."

Minako got the chills. Hotaru's curse always freaked her out, knowing she could see the dead. Around that time, Rei finally came in; her head held high and face free of sadness.

"Hey, Rei-chan!" The blonde chirped, waving to her best friend as she sat beside her. "Is everything ok?"

Rei nodded silently, giving Minako a small smile.

"Hey, Rei-chan."

"Hello, Hotaru." Rei whispered, looking towards her sister's blindfolded face. "How are you?"

Hotaru shrugged and then pointed to her covered face. "They are acting up today. I think it is because of Aya coming."

There was a brief silence, but soon demolished by Ami and Makoto stumbling in. Ami smiled and Makoto made the attempt, but her face soon fell to one filled with unease.

"Hey, guys." Minako spoke, smiling at them as they took their places beside Hotaru.

All Ami could do was smile, but Makoto mumbled a quiet hello. Minako's heart was panged with guilt, seeing Makoto in such a state.

"So, you are all here finally."

Everyone turned to see an older woman, her hair long and gray, but not one wrinkle resided on her face. She wore an orange and yellow kimono and heavy, black eyeliner. Her appearance always freaked everyone out.

"Rei, I assume you saw the plane crash today?"

Rei gave a pain stricken nod, her eyes losing all color. "Yes, I did."

Aya walked around the table to Rei, placing her hand underneath her chin to raise her gaze to hers. "Why did you try to warn them?"

Rei looked down; wanting to avoid Aya's piercing eyes. "I thought that maybe they would listen this time."

Aya laughed, pushing Rei's face down and patting the top of her head. "You are so simple, Rei. You know that no one other than us can believe your visions. Every attempt you make is futile."

The black haired girl said nothing, only looked to her sister across from her.

"Minako…" The blondes face went to Aya's. "I have seen you around with a boy."

Minako looked to her feet. "We are just friends, Aya."

"Good. You know love for you is well out of reach."

Minako's eyes glistened, but she fought them back.

"I just wanted to pay you girls a visit." Aya turned her back. "Remember, no stupidity."

With that Aya disappeared, leaving everyone to reflect on their problems.

There you go guys. Review if it so pleases you.