Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of it's characters and plots, but you probably knew that already.
This is an alternate ending to Fruits Basket and the events that take place after it. So, there are some changes that I hope you as the reader will be able to follow.
Prologue: A Little Bit of Hope
I can't move , Tohru thought as she helplessly laid there on the bare wooden floor trying to catch her staggered breath. She stared up at the ceiling failing at her attempt to fight back the tears that were rushing down her flushed cheeks. Goosebumps raised on her skin as the cold air brushed passed her partially bare body. Her clothes had been ripped up, she had cuts and bruises, she hadn't eaten in days. She could even feel the bruises on her once bounded wrists.
Even though there was no true hope left within her, she still tried to pretend like the sun would shine again. At this point in time that's really al she could hope to see again. Tohru had spent so much time locked up in this dark cold room, that she couldn't even imagine what the sun felt like against her skin or how the wind felt blowing through her hair. She couldn't imagine a kind smile directed towards her. Oh, how she would kill to see someone smile again. Maybe, Momji or Arisa or Yuki or Kyo. . . Kyo. A sudden blanket of trepidation came over her body and stiffened her aching muscles. She wondered how they all reacted to her sudden disappearance. If they were looking for her now? How they were doing? Were they laughing? Or smiling? Did any of them feel an ounce of happiness while she was away. She prayed that they did, that she hadn't ruined their last couple of months, and if she did then she would happily die in that spot on the floor as punishment for causing them so much trouble. What if she never met them? Then maybe there wouldn't be so much trouble. At first she thought that she was doing them some kind of service, but at this point she was beginning to believe that she was no help at all. We're better off without you, said the voice of a bitter memory.
Tohru's eyes grew heavy as her vision became clouded under a pool of warm tears. I've caused nothing, but trouble, she thought as her body began to slip into another uncomfortable slumber. Her eyes could no longer stay open, her breath was very low, and her body could no longer keep itself warm. She felt as if this was the last time her body would ever fall asleep. The final breath was finally coming in five, four, three. . . the door opens and light from the hallway comes flooding in. Tohru weakly turns her head towards the light and whimpers softly. A tall figure appears at the door, the sound of it's shoes coming closer and closer. Suddenly, Tohru could feel her body limply lift from the floor and then was accompanied by the warmth of the shadowy figure.
R/A: Well, that's just the beginning. So, if you liked it then please comment, I would like to know that someone is interested in hearing the rest of the story. Please and thank you.