I don't own Fruits Basket or any of the characters. The closest thing I have to owning them is reading their manga books and writing this fanfiction about them. Otherwise, they're Natsuki Takaya's.
"'Ha ha ha! Good one! Moving on.'"
Chapter One: Role Model Week
"Alright, everybody shut up." The whole class turned to face the teacher questioningly. As usual, Mayu was having a cruddy morning. The garbage spilled all over the floor in the night and the neighbor's cat attacked her while she was taking out the garbage. Then they cooed and said, "Aw, does Fwuffy wuve the nweighbor?" Mayu muttered something about Fwuffy dying brutally in a hole before making her morning coffee, which somehow set on fire and nearly burned the house down. But this story isn't about Mayu. So let's continue with the REAL story.
The class continued to look at Mayu questioningly, which they had been for a while now.
"Alright, everybody shut up." Mayu didn't have to say it, but it was kind of fun. She laughed slightly at herself. Everyone blinked. "Starting tomorrow, it's role model week. Everyone has to bring in someone they idolize, whether a parent, guardian, or someone you're close to or have known for a while. It cannot, however –" and she glared at Uo when she said this –"be some random guy down the street you've never met. Most likely, it should be someone you're related to. Any questions?" Three people raised their hands. "No? Good. Then talk amongst yourself or something while I sit over here and drink my flaming coffee."
The class blinked in unison but didn't question their teachers' actions, as they were their teachers actions and they were usually unusual. They started talking amongst themselves.
"I'll just do Shishou. Problem solved." Kyo leaned back in his chair. "What about you, Tohru?"
Tohru got all sweaty. "I-I don't know… My parents are dead, my grandpa is bedridden, and the rest of my family is either far away or doesn't really like me… You guys are like my new family, but I don't suppose I can do students…?"
"Do you really idolize THEM, Tohru? You might as well idolize a hobo," Uo laughed. Kyo's temple throbbed in his head and Yuki sighed.
"There's no way I'm doing MY parents, and no WAY in HECK am I doing Ayame," Yuki growled, remembering all the unpleasant memories of Ayame jumping on him unexpectedly and his high-pitched "ha ha ha!"
"I'll just do Megumi," Hanajima said monotonously. "After all, he's being wearing black for me since he was three. He really knows how to keep a habit."
"Dude, can you really do little brothers?" Uo asked.
"I don't see why not. Who are you doing?"
"Me? I'm doing Earl!" Uo shouted cheerfully, taking a heroic pose. Kyo gave her a weird look. She waited for everyone to nod and turn away. Thing was, no one knew who Earl was. "You know Earl!" No, they didn't. Just get on with it, Arisa. "The dude I play pinball with down at the pizza parlor! On Sundays! I've known him since I was thirteen; that's good enough."
The bell rang. Had they really been talking for seven whole hours? Well the school day was over, anyways. So everyone got up and left.
