Discalimer: I do not own any of the Fruits basket anime's or mangas, nor did I create them. I am simply creating my own story based of it.

Totems

The sun was shining brightly, and the smell of the sea was in the air. The crowded streets bustled, and everywhere was the sound of cars running, and people talking loudly. No one noticed who they were passing, and everyone moved forward with the crowd. A young man stepped out from the car that had driven him from the airport to the hotel. After a fifteen hour plane ride, he was now in Vancouver. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, and looked up at the sky with brown eyes.

The hotel was quite nice, but he was unaccustomed to the western style. It was very different from Japan. He walked towards the front desk, and the man behind it immediately straightened. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sohma. I trust your flight from Japan was well? We will have your bags brought up to your room immediately," the man signalled to another man wearing a uniform, and he took a luggage cart and began to the load the luggage being brought in from the car outside. He was not sure if he would get used to the title Mr., but he would bear with it he supposed. With a nod at the man behind the desk, he followed the bellhop to a large, ornate elevator.

His room was a king sized suite, courtesy of his father, or rather his father's money. His room turned out to be very nice. With a king sized bed, a bathroom, with a shower and a tub, and a large window where he could see the sea. He sat on the cushy bed, and sighed. It had been a long trip, and he felt exhausted. The bellhop carted the luggage into the room, and he received a tip. Bowing formally, he left the room, closing the door gently. The large brown eyes closed, and the young man ran his hands through his hair once again.

He moved to the window, and looked out at the sea. It shone in the daylight, and the city moved beneath his feet. He couldn't believe he was really here. He had never expected that he could make it this far away from his family. Akito had never let anyone leave, but that had been before…

The bright blue of the sky reminded him of a pair of large and honest eyes. The eyes on a cute face, surrounded by long brown hair, always smiling and much too naïve at times. He smiled remembering, and absently played with a silver ring on his right hand. On the band was an engraved rabbit.

The sun beat down as he walked down the street. It was much less busy now as it was late afternoon. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, though there would still be a few more hours of light in the sky yet. Clouds floated lazily over head. Each building was many stories, and towered over the streets. Cars moved along at hurried paces on the road, and people walked past him. His normal attire drew no attention, but his face did. Many young women stopped to look at him, but he did not notice. He continued forward, not paying attention to anyone. A man with a cell phone glued to his ear was talking very loudly up ahead. He was arguing with someone.

He wasn't paying to where he was walking, and knocked into a young girl, walking with her head down, carrying a large bag on her small shoulders. She tripped, and fell sideways onto the concrete, her short brown hair flying into her face. The rude man passed by without a glance at the girl he had knocked over. The young man called Sohma went forward, and knelt down beside the girl, who was trying to pick papers that had spilt for her large bag. Up close he saw that she was not as young as he had guessed. She must have been fifteen of so. Her eyes were a vibrant green, and she took a moment to notice him. He began to help her pick up her papers, and then helped her to her feet. She brushed off her legs, and grimaced at the knee in her jeans which had been scrapped. In was already much worn, and now there was a small hole.

"Thank you," she said in a surprisingly strong voice as she looked up at him. She was surprised as she saw how young and handsome he was. He must've been nineteen or so. His large brown eyes were open and gentle as he looked her over, checking for any cuts or scrapes.

"It was no problem. It was very rude of him to knock you over." His voice was beautiful, but accented. She couldn't quite pick it out.

"Well, I've had worse happen. Thanks again, Mr.?" she paused unsure of his name. He smiled at her, and she almost melted.

"Sohma. Momiji Sohma." He walked away, and she stared after him for a moment, before shaking her head, and walking again.

Momiji had been walking for some time already. It was hot outside, and he was beginning to feel thirty. He looked around, but saw no nearby cafes or anything. Besides, he wasn't sure how much money he had on him. He realized he might as well go back to his hotel. Anyways, it was going to be time for him to eat soon, and he needed to change before going out anywhere. His clothes were too casual to do anything in.

Just as he passed an open alley way on the opposite side of the street, a young girl, maybe eighteen or so burst out of it. Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail, with her bangs and front pieces hanging out. Her white tee shirt had blue sleeves. She wore a dark blue skirt, with a chain hanging from it, over top a pair of old faded, grungy jeans that bagged around her feet. Her shoes looked like black ballet slippers. She looked winded, and indeed was breathing deeply. She looked both ways, and seeing the road was clear, she dashed across it. Her golden coloured skin shone in the fading light, and her hair was damp with perspiration. He wondered how long she had been running for, and why.

Just as she passed him on the sidewalk, she tripped. Her cry sounded in his ears, and he immediately got down to help her. She was lying face down, and he shifted her. She looked unharmed, if tired. He saw she was wearing dangling heart earrings. They were cute, and seemed to suit her well. She groaned, and opened one eye. They were a soft grey colour, and were very large. For a second, her flushed face reminded him of someone, but he shoved the thought away.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, moving her into a sitting position. She was silent for a second, and then breathed deeply in.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tried."

"Yeah, I thought you might be. That was quite a fall." He smiled and she frowned at him. Her lips pouted slightly, and it made him want to laugh, but he was not sure she would appreciate it. It reminded him of him. She pushed away from him, and stood. He also stood up. She was quite short, not much more than five foot three or so. He was much taller than her, at around six foot.

"Well, thanks for the help, but I really have to go. See you around, or not. Bye." She turned and made to leave, but Momiji grabbed her arm, stopping her. She frowned at him again, and looked at his arm pointedly. He just grinned, and ignored her.

"My name is Momiji Sohma. And yours is?" he asked her.

"My name is…I'm in a hurry, so please let go of my arm." She said crossly. She attempted to pull her arm free, but he didn't let go. He liked her, and was curious.

"Oh come on." He said sweetly, doing his best not to laugh. "I helped you, and told you my name. Isn't it polite to answer my question and tell me yours? Please, pretty please?" he said, purposely putting a little pout into his own voice. She rolled her eyes, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"My name is Bea. Any other questions?" her tone said she didn't want to answer any. She was beginning to look agitated. Momiji guessed she didn't like that he was still holding onto her arm, or that people were beginning to watch him. He let go of her slowly, enjoying her gaze as he did so. Before she could run off, he quickly hugged her. It was something he had always been forbidden to do, and he quite enjoyed it now that he could. She stiffened, and squeaked. He whispered in her ear, switching to German,

"Auf Wiedersehen wenig ein." He let her go, and she backed away. He smiled at her again, and walked past her. He walked for a few seconds, before turning around. She was still standing looking after him as he walked. He called out to her, "I'm staying at the Pan Pacific hotel. Just ask for Mr. Sohma, king suite." He gave a quick wave, and she flushed, she quickly turned and walked in the opposite direction of him, also the opposite direction she had been trying to go earlier. He did laugh this time, and shook his head.

Bea was unsure of herself. The boy she had met had left her flustered. His sudden appearance had already surprised her, but his face truly had caught her off guard. He really was beautiful. She imagined that he had been very cute when he was younger, and probably had been spoiled because of it. When he had held her arm, she could barely make any words come out of her mouth. She realized now that she had probably sounded rude, and spoiled as well.

"Well, it wasn't my fault that he wouldn't let me go, and annoyed me," she said with a sigh. She shook her head, and blushed remembering his laughter as she walked away… "In the wrong direction, crap!" she grumbled to herself. She turned around, about to head the right way this time, when she saw a girl, around her age running after her, holding something in her hand. The girl waved at her.

"Did you want something?" she asked the girl as she drew up to her.

"Yeah. This was dropped in front of the shop where you fell. Is it yours?" she held out a large wallet, black leather, with a bunny on it. A bunny? Hmm, it seemed to suit him, if it was his.

"No its not mine. It could've been that guys, but I'm not sure. Lets see it." she took the wallet, and opened it. There wasn't a picture like she had hoped, but the were some credit cards, with SOHMA printed across them. She remembered that he said his name was Sohma, and sighed. Really, who left a wallet on the roadside? She peered into it, and saw he also had about a hundred in cash. Now she rolled her eyes. Honestly.

"Yupp, its definitely his. Would you like to try and get it back to him?" she said, handing the wallet back to the girl.

"Well, if its not too much trouble, would you be able to get it back to him? I kind of have to get back to work." the girl gave Bea a pleading look, and she found she really couldn't say no. It was a weakness of hers she was beginning to find.

"Alright," she said with a smile. "I'll get it to him. Now do you happen to know where the Pan Pacific hotel is?"

Momiji had just changed into the western styled dress clothes that were laid out for him. They fit him well. He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, and figured that it was time to go. Grabbing his jacket, he looked for his wallet. It wasn't in his jean pockets where he had put it earlier. Had he dropped it when he had been helping Bea?

Momiji left the room, and took the elevator down to the front desk. He would get the manager to see if anyone had found it, or contact someone who might know. Just as he entered the lobby, he stopped. The girl he had met, Bea, was standing at he front desk, talking to the manager. She appeared to be telling him something, and as she waved her hand, Momiji saw his wallet on the counter top. He smiled, and moved forward quietly. He caught the end of her sentence.

"…st tell him that I found his wallet. Okay? I don't have time to wait here and argue with you, and I don't have time to wait for you to call him." she sounded flustered, and was looking out of place in the setting. The manager looked ready to argue, so Momiji came forward, and stood right behind Bea, not touching her, but crowding her and towering over her for sure.

"Thank you for returning my wallet," he said in her ear, grabbing the item in question off of the counter. The manager looked relieved to see him there, but Bea quickly slipped away and put distance between them.

"Yeah, sure. Well…I have to get going so," Momiji cut her off,

"Come with me." he grabbed her arm, and pulled her after him. He looked back at the manger, and asked, "Is the car ready?" after a nod, Momiji exited the door, still dragging her along. She seemed to surprised to say anything yet, but she would in a minute. He went up to the car, with the door already being opened, and quickly got her in, climbing in after her. The door shut, and they moved forward. Only then did she snap out of it.