Fruba~ Next Generation

Chapter 1

I sighed. How pathetic was I? Staring up at the starry sky, I watched the stars blink at me, giving me a silent signal. One which, I didn't know nor understand. Slowly and solemnly I began to walk back, having no choices ahead of me, only behind.

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4 years earlier...

I squealed in delight. Our whole kitchen was redone and dressed in pink and lavender streamers. Balloons of similar colors clung to the ceiling. In the middle of the room was a long, oak table. Centered right in front of my seat, the one with the softest cushion, was a large, brown, cat shaped cake.

It took me a while to notice that the other Sohma kids were sitting around the table too. The two closest to my seat ,both waving madly were; Shiki, with his brown hair and green eyes and Maku who, waved timidly, her long orange-blode hair framing her delicatly featured face.

"Thank you. Everyone, thank you!" I cried with joy sitting at my seat. Staring at the cake I saw more details. The eyes were emerald green and it's fur a mouse brown. Inscribed on the cake's middle was a message. Which read;

Happy 10th Birthday

Amaya!

"The cake was my idea." Shiki said, with his arms folded.

"I mean you do like cats don't you?" this time it was Kazuko who spoke, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

" Of course Kazuko-San!" I replied trying not to let her get the best of me.

Kazuko nodded, her pale brown hair waving. "Alright, I believe you." I breathed in relief.

"What I can't believe is," Kazuko started up again.
"that you don't love them. I mean who has a cake shaped like a cat but, only likes them?" I was becoming irritated.

"I do love them! Why wouldn't I?!?!" I burst. "If anything this cake PROVES it!"

"Amaya-Chan. Amaya-Chan, please calm down. She's just trying to make you mad." Maku tugged my sleeve. I sat down, flustered. Maku had a point, Kazuko was always getting on my nerves. Then again she got on almost everyone'sthat she met! I tried to focus on my cake and I soon forgot about Kazukowhen my mother came in the room carrying several packages and candles.

"Cake or presents first?" She asked me in her soft voice. I loved my mother. She had the prettiest blue eyes and sandy colored hair.

"Um, can I have some cake first? My stomach's rumbling." I blushed as the other kids agreed.