Ohayo readers. My friend and cowriter Kiteria got me watching Fruits Baskets just last night and i'm already half way through the series. She did request a story and I will write that one. I just wanted a little experiance with writing Fruits Baskets before posting another one on. Please read and Review.
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Chapter One: Meeting at the Airport
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
except Keigo and her parents.
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"Miss Keigo Nahamo?" She came out of the plane terminal and saw a man in black suit holding a sigh with my name on it. He had choppy black hair that framed his face. Keigo sighed and walked over to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Nahamo."
"Same here," she replied quietly as she bowed to him respectfully. She was a whole foot shorter than him and went to his torso. "Are you the Social Worker?"
"No, my name is Shigure Sohma, and the social worker called me to pick you up. You see he is a dear cousin of mine and got hung up today," he smiled. "How many bags do you have?"
"Just the one on my back," she muttered, walking past him.
"Kureno Sohma does send his apologies."
"How many Sohmas are there?" Keigo asked.
"It is a big family that I have lost count. Tonight you'll be staying at my place until Kureno can come pick you up. He hasn't found a family for you yet but kept mentioning a sickness. You can't touch anyone without it acting up?"
"Something like that," Keigo snorted. 'Not like someone like this guy would understand. High status and morals coming from a family like that. No one would understand that I'm cursed.'
Shigure led Keigo out of the airport to the car that Akito had loaned him. Keigo remained silent; her black hair with red hairline reminding him of Hatsuharu's white and black hair except it went to her waist. He had yet to see what color her eyes were due to her bangs falling below her eyes, affectively obscuring them (think Ayame Sohma hairstyle except longer in front). She looked like she was about 4'10 and looked like she was 10 not 17. She wore white skin-tight jeans with a black long sleeved shirt over it and a red vest over that. She had ankle boots on over the edge of her jeans and her bag seemed half full. Shigure studied her carefully and noticed that her left arm seemed bandaged or something under her top.
Shigure drove to the end of the road and parked the car, knowing that one of the Sohma's would pick it up later or he'd drive it over to the Main House. Keigo frowned but got out as he did and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Shigure slid the keys into the glove compartment then led the way down the path to his house.
"Where are we going exactly?" Keigo muttered.
"My house is this way. I think Tohru would have made dinner by now for the boys."
"You're married?"
"Oh no, no, no," Shigure waved his hands frantically. "Tohru, Yuki, and Kyo are all high school students. The boys are relatives and Tohru just practically landed in our laps one day. She had been living in the forests in a tent and we offered her a place to stay."
"YUKI, YOU DAMNED RAT, I'LL BEAT YOU!"
"And that's Kyo. He has quite the temper," Shigure smiled. "Come along."
"Why did he call this yuki a rat?" Keigo asked as they finally entered the house.
"Um… well, it's just a nickname. Don't think anything of it…"
"Tohru, why did you hug him? You knew he'd…"
"Yuki, we have a guest!" Shigure called and the house became silent. "Get that cat outside!"
Keigo heard shuffling before Shigure opened the shoji door to reveal a dining area. A boy with dark hair and purple eyes was kneeling at the table while a girl was just closing the shoji door to the outside. She had hair to mid back and sections pulled back into bows. Keigo heard a shuffling outside before a boy came in with bright orange hair, adjusting his teal green jacket.
"Hello, I am Tohru Hando," the girl smiled and bowed slightly as Keigo took a seat on one of the tama mats.
"I'm Yuki Sohma," the purple eyed boy spoke with barely a hint of a smile.
"Keh, I'm Kyo Sohma," the orange top sneered.
"What all talk and no action?" Keigo asked and he stiffened. "I heard you yelling about some rat when we were near the house."
"Kyo and Yuki don't really get along. If you see them fighting, it's just normal behavior around this house," Shigure smiled.
"What's your name and where are you from?" Yuki asked as he studied the girl. She seemed smaller than Momiji but more mature.
"My name is Keigo Nahamo. I was born in America even though both my parents were Japanese. They talked consistently in Japanese for me to learn."
"You said were, are your parents…?" Tohru asked and Keigo got up suddenly and Yuki caught a flash of pale blue eyes in the abrupt movement. "Keigo…?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," she spoke darkly. "Where am I staying until Kureno comes?"
"In the first room to your left up the stairs," Shigure spoke and she stormed out, taking her bag with her. "That was a very touchy subject. She's being put into a foster home. No one knows who her parents were or anyone related to her. Don't touch her either otherwise she gets sick for some reason. No one would elaborate on that either. Tohru, no more hugging the boys, no matter how much you feel like it helps shut up their fights. We need to be extra careful; she's a smart girl for being your age."
"She looks younger than Momiji," Kyo snorted as he ate.
"I wonder if she's hungry," Yuki asked as he stood up. "I'll go take her something to eat."
Yuki walked into the kitchen and poured a bowl of the miso soup that Tohru made as well as some rice balls and put them on a tray and carried it up the stairs. He knocked on the door and heard a small 'enter.' He opened the door and saw Keigo sitting on the bed in a meditative position wearing a red tank top and a pair of black pants. Her hair was braided over her right shoulder and on her left arm was a black fingerless glove that went to her upper arm.
"I brought you some food in case you were hungry," Yuki spoke as he set the tray on the small desk in the corner.
"Thank you," Keigo whispered softly.
"We didn't know, we didn't mean to make you angry or sad bringing up that subject.
"I know, it's just difficult," she mumbled as she stood up, rubbing a hand over her covered arm. "Please leave so I can rest."
"Of course," Yuki bowed then left and headed back downstairs. "She seems so sad."
"I would too if my parents were gone and I couldn't be touched at all unless I wanted to be sick," Shigure mumbled. "She should be placed in a good home by tomorrow afternoon."
