Greetings fellow Furuba freaks! After 1 year of being too lazy to write it down and finish it, I have finally posted a real fanfiction. (besides my poem) (Hint Hint.) This is my first fanfic ever so please please please review and be nice!

A/N: I have only read up to book 12, so Akito is a guy, ect. Please don't pay attention to any spelling mistakes, I have to type this on Wordpad and I don't have spellcheck. I know the title and summary are really bad, but I suck at that kind of thing.

Disclaimer: The great and almighty Natsuki Takaya owns Fruits Basket. Not me.

italics flashback

bold me talking (authors note)

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A 15 year old girl sighed as she rested her hands on one of the windows of the Sohma main house. They left bloody handprints. She moaned inwardly. Akito had ordered her to go straight back to her room, and not have Hatori help with her wounds. There wasn't much point in having Hatori bandage her anyway, she would just be worse again in another day. Longer, if she was lucky or Akito got sick. Or if he was in a generous mood. She snorted to herself. Like that would ever happen. She had never known Akito to be anything but mean, cruel, and creepy to her. 'Dammit!" She thought. Akito would be really angry about the trail of blood footprints she had left, even though it was his fault.

Suddenly footsteps echoed in the silent hallway. She ducked quickly into the nearest room, hers, convieniently. Shigure walked by, in his usual kimono. 'So, back again.' She thought. She was an excelent spier and evesdropper, as well as a phenomenal martial artist. Akito had told Kazuma that she was just a random Sohma child, and to train her. Kazuma was one of only two people in her world that she knew she could trust, that she knew wouldn't hurt her. (Hatori was the other.) She owed almost everything she knew about martial arts to him, but several things she had just learned herself over the years.

FLASHBACK:

Akito pulled a four year old girl across the ground by her hand. This was before she developed her real fear of him, before she lived at the main house even. (A/N: I am assuming her parents have a seperate house, but still live "inside.") "Kazuma" barked Akito. "You will train this girl. You have until she is 13 years old to see her every day." He almost turned away, then added something else. "Oh, and she is not allowed to see anyone else at all, event the other brats." "But, why Akito-san?" Kazuma asked. "I am the head of this family, you will not question me." he answered icily. "Of course Akito-san." Akito walked away, and reentered the house. The girl stared at Kazuma. He crouched down next to her. "Well, what is your name?" he asked. "Yumi."she answered quietly and nervosly. She was tiny. "How old are you?" "four" she whispered. Kazuma noticed that she had a few brusies on her face and arms. Anger rose inside of him. "Did your parents or Akito hurt you?" She just looked away. "Well, I swear that I won't hurt you." She stared at him in confusion. He sighed. "What is something or someone that you tresure the most." He asked. "Kohaku. My brother." "Then I swear on your brother that I will never hurt you on purpose." Stated Kazuma. "Okay." answered Yumi in a voice smaller than her body.

END FLASHBACK.

'No!' She thought to herself. 'Don't remind yourself of how it was... When he was still...' 'NO!' 'Focus.' 'Focus on whats at hand.' She forced her thoughts back to Shigure. He came regularly, about once or twice a month to see Akito.

Yumi Sohma knew almost everything about everything and everyone who lived or had lived at the Sohma estate, but only "inside." Yumi had never been outside, except for a few times, a long long time ago. She knew even more about those who lived or had lived in the main house itself. She had learned all of this by spying only though, because the problem was, nobody except Hatori, Kazuma, a few maids and Akito knew she existed, and only Hatori and Akito knew who she really was.

Well, thats it for chapter one! I admit that in this fanfic I am making Akito a little eviler than he maybe is, but this is fanfiction, and I also happen to hate him bitterly with every fiber of my being.

Once again, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE R&R!