Disclaimer-if I really owned Fruits Basket, I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer...I would be too busy making a second season.
A/N-this is my first fic ever! Please review! I had been thinking about this story for a while, and then decided to post it (once I figured out how...but that's besides the point ^^) criticism and advice cheerfully accepted. Now on with the writing!
Italics-thoughts
Caught in a Memory- chapter one
I clung to the tree as well as I could. Deep gashes along my back were seeping through my shirt, staining them a dark red. Blood red. I had no idea where I was, and I didn't care. All I could focus on was staying away from him. I didn't know whether he would come after me again, or not. But I knew that this time, I wouldn't be taken. I would rather die, plastered to this tree, with blood making rivers on my shoulders and back, than be his daughter. I would rather die. And as the heavens ripped open, and rain poured down, it looked like I would get my wish. I looked up at the sky, and allowed a resolute smile to penetrate my face. Go on. Kill me. I dare you.
I didn't know how long I adhered myself to that tree, but I was snapped out of my senseless trance by the sound of approaching footsteps. I automatically braced myself, preparing for the worst. If it was a fight they wanted, I would give it to them. I was half dead, I hadn't slept in a two days, I had only sheer adrenalin to keep me conscious, my only weapons were painful memories, and I had never been more determined to fight off anyone who had the nerve to touch me. Especially the man I once called father.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow. It never came. I heard shouts, and could hear faint words and broken sentences, from voices that were getting louder. "HEY! Something...up there...baka neko...DAMN MOUSE...um, please, you two...wait...IS something up there...oh my! Sounds of running. I heard the people, whoever they were, stop some distance away from me. I was too badly hurt to get up and fight any of them; I would only do that if I was desperate. Besides, I had a much more effective way of hurting them. I could trap any one of them inside their own heads, forcing them to relive the worst moments of their lives. It was my only form of defense; my one hope to escape, or die trying. But in order to use this...gift of mine, I would need two things- time, and physical contact with that person. And right now, I had neither. In my present health condition, I wouldn't have the focus I needed to rifle through their memories, much less have them relive the one I picked. I was at their mercy. But if they thought I wasn't going to fight back, they had another thing coming. I had rebelled my whole life against the people who tried to force me down, and bleeding to death wasn't going to stop me. It never had before.
I burst my eyes open, and saw my soon to be captors. A girl of about my age, with her hair in yellow ribbons stood beside a gorgeous lavender haired boy, and a taller, and somehow more masculine orange headed one. I glared at them, but pulled back in warning as the girl made a tentative step towards me. I lashed out, and then winced as a fresh wave of blood flowed out the more severe laceration on the top of my shoulder. I heard her gasp, and the two boys murmur muffled words before they too came to reach out to me. I ignored the pain, and struck out another blow, aimed at the lavender haired fem-boy. He caught my hand, and slowly lowered it, realizing that a vicious slash on my back was being torn apart again. He bent down so that he was eye-to-eye with me, and said quietly "Miss, please, if you will allow us to help you, we will have you taken to the nearest hospital, or your home." My green eyes flashed with anger. My home. My home was a torture chamber. A reserved little room, all my own. All my previously unsuccessful attempts at escape. My current fight for freedom. There was no way this boy was going to pry me from this tree. Not now, not ever. Except he could. If he chose to, he could hand deliver me back to my father. My broken body had used up all its energy reserves leaning against a tree. Even the few weak punches I threw were sapping my energy and life at an alarming rate. I looked up at him. I saw genuine concern in his eyes, as well as a sense of remembrance that I couldn't place. It was almost as if he knew what it was like to be me. Almost.
So how was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue this, or burn it? Lease R&R! (the suspense is killing me)
A/N-this is my first fic ever! Please review! I had been thinking about this story for a while, and then decided to post it (once I figured out how...but that's besides the point ^^) criticism and advice cheerfully accepted. Now on with the writing!
Italics-thoughts
Caught in a Memory- chapter one
I clung to the tree as well as I could. Deep gashes along my back were seeping through my shirt, staining them a dark red. Blood red. I had no idea where I was, and I didn't care. All I could focus on was staying away from him. I didn't know whether he would come after me again, or not. But I knew that this time, I wouldn't be taken. I would rather die, plastered to this tree, with blood making rivers on my shoulders and back, than be his daughter. I would rather die. And as the heavens ripped open, and rain poured down, it looked like I would get my wish. I looked up at the sky, and allowed a resolute smile to penetrate my face. Go on. Kill me. I dare you.
I didn't know how long I adhered myself to that tree, but I was snapped out of my senseless trance by the sound of approaching footsteps. I automatically braced myself, preparing for the worst. If it was a fight they wanted, I would give it to them. I was half dead, I hadn't slept in a two days, I had only sheer adrenalin to keep me conscious, my only weapons were painful memories, and I had never been more determined to fight off anyone who had the nerve to touch me. Especially the man I once called father.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow. It never came. I heard shouts, and could hear faint words and broken sentences, from voices that were getting louder. "HEY! Something...up there...baka neko...DAMN MOUSE...um, please, you two...wait...IS something up there...oh my! Sounds of running. I heard the people, whoever they were, stop some distance away from me. I was too badly hurt to get up and fight any of them; I would only do that if I was desperate. Besides, I had a much more effective way of hurting them. I could trap any one of them inside their own heads, forcing them to relive the worst moments of their lives. It was my only form of defense; my one hope to escape, or die trying. But in order to use this...gift of mine, I would need two things- time, and physical contact with that person. And right now, I had neither. In my present health condition, I wouldn't have the focus I needed to rifle through their memories, much less have them relive the one I picked. I was at their mercy. But if they thought I wasn't going to fight back, they had another thing coming. I had rebelled my whole life against the people who tried to force me down, and bleeding to death wasn't going to stop me. It never had before.
I burst my eyes open, and saw my soon to be captors. A girl of about my age, with her hair in yellow ribbons stood beside a gorgeous lavender haired boy, and a taller, and somehow more masculine orange headed one. I glared at them, but pulled back in warning as the girl made a tentative step towards me. I lashed out, and then winced as a fresh wave of blood flowed out the more severe laceration on the top of my shoulder. I heard her gasp, and the two boys murmur muffled words before they too came to reach out to me. I ignored the pain, and struck out another blow, aimed at the lavender haired fem-boy. He caught my hand, and slowly lowered it, realizing that a vicious slash on my back was being torn apart again. He bent down so that he was eye-to-eye with me, and said quietly "Miss, please, if you will allow us to help you, we will have you taken to the nearest hospital, or your home." My green eyes flashed with anger. My home. My home was a torture chamber. A reserved little room, all my own. All my previously unsuccessful attempts at escape. My current fight for freedom. There was no way this boy was going to pry me from this tree. Not now, not ever. Except he could. If he chose to, he could hand deliver me back to my father. My broken body had used up all its energy reserves leaning against a tree. Even the few weak punches I threw were sapping my energy and life at an alarming rate. I looked up at him. I saw genuine concern in his eyes, as well as a sense of remembrance that I couldn't place. It was almost as if he knew what it was like to be me. Almost.
So how was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue this, or burn it? Lease R&R! (the suspense is killing me)