A/n: Random posting...frenzy. Too bad this site's only for fanfiction. I wrote an original story once, that overall pretty much sucks I guess, but I still like it a bunch, because...meh. Classics, or something. I've been on a really spontaneous posting frenzy, so...yeah.
In case you don't already know, this is set...like, people started dying the moment Tohru met them, and this is something like a decade and a half after that. More explanation later. Maybe...yeah. It made more sense in my mind, probably.
Additionally: No. It's not OCxHatori. Someone thought that, but no. It's not...really, the age difference is...just, no. Please keep in mind that this is set in the reasonably distant future. Where none of the other people are alive. Except Hatori lives long enough for a flashback.
Should it matter to anyone, this is the first story that I posted on the internet (other site). So...yeah. I was not quite so very experienced, please do not be too hard on me. I've barely given it a conscious thought since, I don't know...May? Don't give me lip about my mistakes from such a long time ago.
Warnings: OCs, no doubt some language, bad parenting, really long chapters (later), and I'm probably forgetting something else. Oh yeah. Bad parenting. Which, by the way, was not particularly inspired by my own.
Disclaimer: I own only my OC, Haruka, and her immediate family. Wait...okay, no, I own most people there. I think you'll be able to tell who is mine and who is not.
Haruka Sohma almost still remembered. Barely. In the back of her mind, mistaken for a realistic dream from when she was about five years old, she remembered her orange-haired sister. She remembered the monster that her mother rejected, the monster that seemed almost to divide the family between the parents and the children. She remembered her sister, but only as a dream.
More than the dream, she remembered waking up in her house, with her parents smiling strangely, as though nothing bad had happened at all. Haruka couldn't quite accept that; the dream seemed far too realistic to be anything but reality. She confessed her dream to her parents, partially out of hope brought on the myth that telling people about your dreams keeps them from coming true. She couldn't allow herself to think that her parents were so cruel that when they had a daughter who sometimes turned into a cat, they practically threw her onto the streets.
Her parents listened, looked at Haruka strangely, and dismissed the dream as just that - a dream. Nothing more. Not even a possibility. They said that if they did have a daughter like that, they'd hold her closely and give her all the care and possitive attention that she needed.
Haruka didn't think she believed them, because the dream was just too real. It couldn't possibly have been inspired by absolutely nothing.
A few months later, Haruka fell ill. Her parents took her to the doctor - a doctor in the Sohma family, who only worked for the Sohma family, named Hatori. Having been as young as she was, she was almost scared of him at first, but when he helped her recover from being sick, she knew that he wasn't so bad.
The strangest thing about Hatori was that when she saw him, Haruka immediately thought of the dream about her sister. No person even vaguely like him ever appeared in her memories of the dream, but, oddly enough, whenever she saw him, all that she could think about was the dream and the mysteries behind it.
Haruka, as a small child, truly believed that there was something strange about her family. Hatori made her think of a dream about a sister, and, though she forgot about the incident within a few years, she did remember seeing a girl who strangely resembled the sister from her dream in Hatori's house.
As soon as the girl saw Haruka looking at her, her eyes widened with fear for the split second between when Haruka saw her and when she ducked away and then made a certain amount of noise running away.
Haruka never really thought about the girl after that. A few times, a wistful idea came into her head that the girl was the sister that Haruka had dreamed about, and that the girl was going to join the family, but soon enough, Haruka forgot completely about the girl. She always remembered the dream, but never the girl. Even when Hatori told her, years later, that she could find a good friend in an orange-haired Sohma girl, Haruka thought only of the dream, and not of the girl, and when she met the very same girl, she thought only of Hatori's words and the dream.