Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or it's characters or story in any way shape or form. I just fantasize about doing ... things to certain male characters created by the brilliant Natsuki Takaya (pen-name) and writing about other things pertaining to those same characters because I am a sick, sad, SAD person who has better things to do... yet does this sort of thing anyway.
Hello and welcome to my first EVAR piece of fanfic that I have written, and the first EVAR piece of fanfic that I have ever uploaded for the public to view and possibly ridicule for my horrible literary performance. Aka - writing. Please enjoy and forgive and point out (but point out kindly, without emotionally or mentally bruising me please-I'd say physically too... but I'm honestly, REALLY hoping you don't know where I live.) Any grammatical, English, or spelling mistakes in this following document. And yes, I do know that the sprite Monkey sentence is a run-on.
So without further adue. Please, Read and enjoy. Thank you And also- be sure to R&R comment!
Haru doesn't think like normal people...
His logic is not the common logic . . .
Haru is ... in a category all his own.
It all started when Hatsu-Haru was born. This was back in the days when people used to hold a newborn by the ankle and slap it hard on the butt to make it cry so it would breath. (Not like now, where they have much kinder ways of forcing a newborn to inhale possibly polluted harsh dry oxygen that is supposedly life sustaining- but we all know that the magical sprite monkey's are the ones REALLY responsible for sustaining our lives. Right? RIGHT! DON'T SHATTER MY DELICATE, FRAGILE, INCREDIBLY WRONG AND SCIENCE DEFYING UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORLD! JUST DON'T! It would be too cruel. )
You see. When Haru was born and the doctor held him by his ankle, something terrible happened. The doctor had forgotten to towel him off first, so he was still all slippery with blood and fluid and afterbirth's stuffs. The doctors grip on him slipped... and Haru-he-he... FELL. Yes. Fell. But before you all go - On no! Not Haru. Not hot , bishie, lovable Haru! How could anyone drop him? Oh the trauma, oh the horror, oh the angst! You should know- the doctor had quick reflexes and so SHE managed to catch him.
But- looks up Ah, I see you caught that. So maybe you know what's coming next. The doctor, who coincidentally happened to be of the female gender, caught him. And she was so relieved to have caught him that she hugged him to her chest. Both to assure herself that yes, indeed, she had actually caught him, and as a sign of affection and apology for nearly causing his head to come into brutal contact with the floor. As it turned out, the mystery the entire Sohma family had been silently dying to know the answer to... was right then and there SOLVED! Haru, hugged by aforementioned female doctor, transformed into an adorable and fashionably colored black and white bovine calf.
Thing is, calves happen to be awkward and heavy and bony... and the doctor HAD been taken unawares. So I suppose it's forgivable that she... dropped him in surprise. And he... fell on his little calf head. Which caused... 'alterations' aka 'brain trauma' (if you're gonna go and get all technical on my arse.) To little Haru's mind. And a surprisingly large, yet some how barely noticeable dent to little Haru's faulty brain protector... also known as a skull.
And that is why Haru has different logic than the rest of us that call ourselves normal.
The End.
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By: Karei- aka It-was-Ayame points finger at Aya Aya: what? fakes innocence. sparkles dazzling smile Karei: -.- no ones buying it. Yo.