Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.
Note: I own Renhime Chika.
Hikari Maiden: Ren means love, romance. Hime means princess. Chika means parent, familiar, close.
Another Clumsy Maiden
By: Hikari Maiden
~ Chapter One ~
My younger sister decided to take my bicycle because she had grown to be too big for her own and mother gave me her mountain bike. Step-father squeezed the handlebar breaks and sprayed something on them, then, he sprayed the same substance on the chain and the pedals. The pedal breaks didn't work. I thought the handlebar breaks worked, but I stood corrected when I turned, slid off the top of the hill, began to feel uncomfortable when I began to gain speed and when it began to get bumpier and bumpier, squeezed the handlebar breaks, and the bike didn't stop. Startled, I felt my heart jump and begin to pound as I gasped and my eyes widened. I'm gonna die. I screamed. Maybe I didn't squeeze hard enough. I squeezed the handlebar breaks harder, but the bike didn't come to a stop and I screamed again. Someone! Help! I squeezed the handlebar breaks again and again and harder and harder. The bike still didn't stop. I screamed again and again. Someone! Help me!
I'll jump off. No. At this speed, I'll break my neck, or something.
A ditch with a bridge across it came into sight. I can go over the bridge. No. I'll get hit by a vehicle. I came closer to the ditch with the bridge across it. Hollow. Lots of pain. I can go across the bridge. I can cross the road real quick. No. I'll crash into the trees. I'll try to turn. I tried to turn, but the bike wobbled. No. I'll fall. I quickly turned back.
Too late. I felt my heart drop as I squeezed my eyes shut and squeezed the handlebars. Lots of pain. I felt the front tire slide off high ground and drop into low ground, then, I felt the back tire do the same. I gasped and struggled to keep myself from being thrown forwards and backwards off the bike. The force ripped my hands from the handlebars and I squeezed my legs against either side of the bike.
When the force calmed down, I began to feel pain in every part of my body, my body began to feel weak, I began to feel tired, and my head began to pound. Muddy, sweaty, and hurt, I leaned forward, placed my arms over the front of the bike and the ditch wall in front of me, and laid my head in my arms. My vision blurred. My heavy eyelids began to close. I panted and coughed. I wept and weakly called, "Daddy." My heavy eyelids closed.
I felt the bike twist and fall deeper into the ditch. Ow. What's that pressure that crushes my legs? It hurts to move. My strength slips away. I felt the bike twist more and fall deeper into the ditch. Ow. The pain. I pushed myself to open my eyes and sit up. The front of the bike is twisted. It crushes my legs. Ow. It hurts. I grabbed the handlebars and began to untwist the front of the bike. A tear in my shorts caught my eyes. The rusty handlebar must have impaled me in the left thigh. The front tire rubbed against my legs and I gasped in pain. I slowly slid my left leg up and over the bike. I let the bike fall and I fell on my rear in the ditch.