So, this is my first fanfic ever. I'm a little bit nervous about how it's gonna turn out, but I suppose I can take it off the web if I don't like it…
Well, here goes nothing.
'I love you.'
I read and reread the last page of the tenth Fruits Basket book over and over again, making sure I've read correctly. No matter how predictable the plot gets sometimes, I never fail to be surprised by what's coming next. Of course, I've only been reading these for a week. I've been borrowing them from my sister, an avid Fruits Basket fan for about half a year now. She desperately needed an obsession to distract her from the monotony of eighth grade, and she found it in these… I just hope I don't become as obsessed as her.
Of course, it might be too late for that.
I wipe the sweat away from my forehead, finally realizing that the summer heat is not just my imagination. It would probably be a good idea to turn on the small fan I have in my bedroom, I think to myself. Then again, I could just grab a soda from the fridge downstairs and bring it back up. Or I could just stay down there. Or maybe I could just read the eleventh book and ignore how hot it is. Maybe I could do all of those things. If I can just get my hands on that book…
I suppose I have become just as addicted to the manga series as my sister. I should consider myself too old for these silly little books by now, but I can't get over them. I've had a busy summer up until now, particularly after having to pack up all my stuff so I'm ready to move to my college dorm in Massachusetts . This week is my "break" week from all the work, so of course my little sister is pestering me constantly. I was lucky enough to have her decide to go over to a friend's house today, leaving me peace and quiet enough to steal her Fruits Basket books and slowly read through them all.
Of course, the real reason I read these silly things is because I love the illustrations. The people are all so beautiful. My sister fell in love with Haru—she loves his attitude problem and his hair and the way he dresses and everything. I personally like Hatori best as both a great character and, well... extremely hot. Of course, all the characters are fake, I know… but they seem so real….
As I get up to head downstairs before I die of heat, I feel the sudden urge to grab the eleventh book and start reading it. Despite all my common sense, I can't resist and in only a few seconds am yet again engulfed in an emotional and romantic plot. With my nose buried in the pages, I lurch blindly towards the door of my bedroom.
Holding the book in one hand and the door handle in the other, I push forward into the corridor. A cool rush of air rushing towards my face reminds me of the blessing that is air conditioning. Becoming even more engulfed in the story, I turn the corner and start heading down the stairs when…
It was strange, the feeling of falling. I knew that, as my foot missed the step, I was about to get hurt. But I guess I still couldn't grasp the full meaning of this, because as I fell I still kept trying to read. The whole world was moving in slow motion around me, and instead of throwing my hands in front of me to catch my fall or covering my head to protect myself, I'm clutching a 10 dollar book like it's the most important thing in the world. As my head strikes the wooden stair and the entire world fades to black, only one thought passes through my head:
Damn, am I stupid.
I suppose it took me long enough to post something. I know it doesn't really have a ton to do with Fruits Basket yet, but well... give it time. Comments are welcome!