Disclaimer: NO, I don't own Fruits Basket. End. Of. Story. So don't ask.
Summary:
Chapter one: HomecomingTohru Honda sighed, while looking out the window of the taxi, observing all the familiar sights, slightly distorted by the heavy falling rain.
She wondered if anyone would recognize her, by appearance and personality. She was no longer that Naive young girl who couldn't get a compliment of even get near a boy without turning ridiculously red in the face and having a panic attack. Now, she was a smooth running machine when it came to the opposite gender, having had a lot of experience with that sort of thing, going to College in America, and all. It was there, that she had grown taller, and filled out more, and learned how to speak English, which was, as she found out, very hard to learn if you had been brought up with Japanese.
She got out of the taxi, paid, and popped up her black umbrella. As she passed the grocery store, she saw two familiar faces walking out, yelling at each other, with a crowd gathering to see what the commotion was.
"Sigh… I guess it was too much to hope that Yuki and Kyo had gotten over their differences these past five years… Oh well, I guess I have to go stop them from killing each other."
Yuki's POV:
Yuki was aiming a kick at Kyo, which would have knocked him cold for at least three days, when a young woman appeared between him and his opponent. He tried to stop, but he was moving to fast. He was going to hit her. He closed his eyes, ready to try and block out the scream of pain that was sure to follow a loud thud, when instead, he felt his foot get stopped, twisted, and he was thrown backwards 5 feet.
He looked up, to see the woman standing there, one arm outstretched in a fist, pointing toward Kyo, who was sprawled out on the ground, with a dazed expression on his face, and her other arm towards him.
'No… she threw me? Damn, she's good… wonder who she is…'
Then, she smiled, and walked over, reaching down to help him up. He declined, and dragged himself up, his pride to hurt to accept help.
Then, he realized where he recognized that smile.
"No… it can't be… (Pause) Tohru?"
The woman laughed, a beautiful laugh, and nodded.
Kyo's POV:
What did that rat say? Tohru? Not possible. This woman, she was an expert, and Tohru surely would never achieve that, not if she had started when she was just a kid, like Kyo had. Then, he heard her laugh, and saw her nod.
"Well well… Still fighting, I see. I was hoping to come back and find you guys being nice. Oh well, too much to hope for, obviously."
The woman, no… He corrected himself. Tohru, (or so she said. He still wasn't convinced) was talking now. Her voice had gotten deeper, so she no longed sounded like a complete idiot, but more of an educated, mellow voice.
"…Tohru? If you really are her, then what are you doing here, and how the hell did you do that? Never in my whole entire life have I ever seen anyone throw Yuki that far, let alone throw him at all!"
Normal POV:
"Come on. Lets go. We can talk as we walk. I take it you guys still live with Shigure?"
"Ya."
They brushed themselves off, and began walking back towards where Shigure had his house, in the woods. As they walked, she began to explain everything that had happened since she had left after graduation, five years ago, to go America and go to college.
"Well, you all know I went to America for college, but once I got there, I was met by a man who told me that instead of just a normal college, I was going to a school that specialized in Martial Arts. So, I decided to take it, and see if I could eventually get good enough to at least land a kick or punch on Kyo.
It would seem that I had a knack for it though, and soon, the teacher began taking me for personal extra curricular classes to teach me more, seeing as I had already mastered everything he was teaching the other students.
I did that for 4 ½ years, and then, for the last half, I began teaching Martial Arts to earn enough money to come back to Japan! And here I am!"
Yuki and Kyo had been silent through her whole explanation, and now, Yuki began to speak.
"Wow… Looks like you got really good… So anyway, where are you staying, and for how long?"
"Well, I'm not going back, if that's what you mean. I plan to get a job teaching, and rent an apartment and stay there."
"No way!" Kyo had finally spoken, and Tohru smiled to herself.
"You have to stay with us. We have plenty of room, and its not like Shigure doesn't know you already"
"Well, if you're sure its not any trouble. I still know how to cook, so I could do that, and clean. Just like I used too."
When they arrived at the house, they saw Shigure's editor, attaching a rope to a tree, with a look on her face that looked suspiciously as if she were about to hang herself. They quickly put a stop to that, sending her home, telling her that they would have a nice long chat with Shigure about deadlines, and what they are, and why they must be met.
As they walked inside, they collided with none other than Shigure himself, in the hallway. He was confused at first, but after some explaining that this really was Tohru, in the flesh, he looked as if he were about to have a seizure.
He quickly went to find a phone to call all the Sohma's and tell them the news. He got off the phone, looking at Yuki, and smiling a weird smile.
"I have a surprise for all of you guys tomorrow…"
Ya, I know, this isn't one of my better stories, and (not all of them are posted on fan fiction Only this one, and another.) I apologize, but I was in a rush. Most likely, I'll just read it over and re-do it after I post it. Sorry.
