guys! this is really AU so uhm...yeah have fun reading and review please...

disclaimer: i do not own fruits basket so please don't send me to jail...

Hiro was sitting down in a couch reading a book when someone knocked at the door. With a soft sigh he placed the book down on the table and walked to the door. After hearing a loud thud his speed increased, he quickly opened the door to see a girl about his age on the ground battered and bruised. He didn't know what got over him but he carried her to the couch.

As he laid her down a small groan escaped her lips. Hiro quickly went to the kitchen put warm water in a basin and a small face towel. Gently and lightly he wiped the dirt out of her face, arms and feet. After taking the basin and the towel back to the kitchen he took bandages and treated her wounds.

"Where am I?" asked the girl.

Hiro looked at her surprised, "I didn't think you'd wake up until tomorrow."

"Who are you?" asked the girl with a slight tone of urgency.

"Hiro Takumi," he said.

The girl rubbed her forehead, "what happened?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one who shows up battered and bruised in my doorstep+."

The girl looked at him, "Oh I'm so sorry! How rude of me! I'm Kisa."

"No last name?" asked Hiro, his eyebrow raised.

"Nakamura Kisa," she said softly, blushing.

"I'll get food and water. Stay right here." he commanded.

"Thank you," she smiled.

Hiro felt himself slightly blush as he went to the kitchen and took the food and water he promised. He sat down in front of her and laid the tray beside her.

"Feed yourself," he said and he watched her as she happily ate what he brought.

She was pretty, her beautiful golden hair complimented her shy light brown eyes and her pale complexion made her seem like a fragile crystal.

"Thank you," those words snapped Hiro out of his trance-like state.

A small giggle escaped her throat and a slight blush crept on Hiro's cheeks. He was about to get her plates but her hand gently blocked his and she took the plates to the kitchen and Hiro merely followed. He pretended to fix himself a cup of water as he watched his unexpected guest wash the plates.

"You can sleep in the guest room, it's a little dusty at the moment but it'll do." Hiro said.

Kisa turned to look at him with grateful eyes and surprise etched on her face. "Is it okay? Even if you don't know who I am?"

"You probably don't have anywhere to stay if you showed up in the doorstep of a stranger. But it's not for free you have to help in the household chores," said Hiro making his face as expressionless as possible.

"Of course!" smiled Kisa as she tilted her head to the side.

"Uhmm…Takumi-san I was wondering if I can borrow a shirt. You see these clothes are uncomfortable to sleep in." said Kisa shyly.

"Hiro… If you're going to stay here I'd prefer it if you call me Hiro," he said.

Hiro led Kisa to her room and left her to get the shirt she asked for. When he left, Kisa sighed and laid down on the bed. Hiro came back after less than 5 minutes to see Kisa fast asleep, "I guess she doesn't need the shirt."

But he put the shirt on the table near the bed anyway and covered her with the blanket; it was rather chilly that night. With that he closed the door and went to his own room for the night.

The next day…

Hiro woke up to the delicious smell of bacon and eggs; he quickly dressed up and went downstairs. Kisa was pouring orange juice on the cups just as he got to the kitchen.

"Thanks for making breakfast," he said.

Kisa was startled and almost dropped the pitcher, "Oh! You're awake!"

Hiro sat down and helped himself to breakfast. He wasn't used to this, he'd wake up grab a piece of bread and go out but now breakfast was set on the table. He really could get used to bacon and eggs in the morning, he thought to himself as he took another bite.

Kisa smiled as she went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"Don't worry! I'll take care of the dishes," Hiro said as he finished his meal.

"No it's okay I can take care of it," smiled Kisa as she took his plate.

But Hiro took the plates from her hands, brought them to the sink and washed them. Kisa looked at him, and then wiped the table clean. Kisa barely finished wiping the table when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," she smiled.

When she opened the door she saw a boy, he looked oddly familiar.

"Oh I'm sorry! I could've sworn this was Hiro's place," he said.

"Momiji?" Hiro's voice was heard from the kitchen.

Momiji looked confused for a while but then smiled and looked at Kisa.

"Hi! I'm Hiro's friend, Momiji."