NOTES! Hey! I'll apologize now that this story is kinda weird and twists around. It has a plot, but its one of those complicated stories! Anyways, sadly, I don't own Fruits Basket or any of its characters :'(... But, on a happier note, I am almost completely done writing this out on paper so I'll have it out quicker!
The worn out wooden furniture in the living room sat empty as a crashing sound screamed from the kitchen. "You're not my mom!"
"No shit?" A teenage girl walked out of the kitchen carrying four garbage bags. "I've always thought for the last fifteen years I was!" she mumbled, lifting a foot to open the door. To her surprise, it was swung open for her. The teens eyes doubled in size, body shaking. "M-Mother..." she stuttered, stepping backwards. The woman stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "W-welcome h-home!"A hand slammed into the teens face, knocking her to the ground. Garbage spilled everywhere as the woman stepped on her daughter. "Stop our stuttering! Get off your ass and clean this place up! Sakura dear! Mommys home!"
"High school girls! High school girls!" the goofy, kimono wearing man sang from the back of the silver sports car.
"Shigure." the driver warned, shifting gears.
"Oh c'mon Ha'ri! He's just having some fun!" the other passenger said, moving his hands dramatically. The man's long silver hair blew in the wind as he rolled down the window.
"Ayame we left the estate for a reason." the driver reminded, rolling the window and Ayame began to talk in gibberish to each other. Hatori rested his hand on his hand, sighing. 'I haven't heard from them in years, and now she wants me to pick up her kids.' He placed his left hand on the steering wheel as he down shifted. "Do you two ever stop?"
"Nope!" Ayame chirped. Shigure shook his head.
"High school girls!" he began to sing once more, seeing the white stone building. Hatori parked alongside the road, getting out after the over excited men.
Leaning against his car, Hatori lit a cigarette. Shigure literally skipped across the street to the school grounds, Ayame running besides him. 'What a small school for her to put her children in.' Hatori thought. ' For her to put the in a public school is even more odd.' As the bell rang from inside the building, he blew a smoke circle, not paying attention to anything but his thoughts. Shigure watched the doors in hopes of a large group of girls coming out. After a minute, the doors opened. Ayame looked at Shigure, Hatori dropping the butt of his cigarette on the pavement, stepping down on it.
A long girl walked out, full back pack slung over her shoulders. She had her hair tied back, black tank top on, and blue jeans covering her legs. Hatori stood up straight, recognizing the face. 'Naomi Wanatki.' he thought, watching her ignore his two friends. 'She looks just like her mother.'
"Are you Naomi Wanatki?" Ayame asked, making the girl stop. 'She sure looks like a Wanatki.'
"Or maybe your Sakura Wanatki?" Shigure prompted. The girl frowned, doors opening once again. 'I heard that she's the pretty once!" The girl turned to him, caramel eyes furious.
"Fuck off." she spat before running across the street.
END! Well...Its kinda an odd ending, but thats where I ended it in my notebook so thats where its ending! I'll have the next chapter up tomorrow, but I'm leaving Wednesday for memorial day weekend camping trip ^_^ too bad I'm not going to the Sohma's Spa. -_- That'd be amazing. Oh yeah! Sorry its short, but my handwriting on notebook paper makes everything look longer than it is...So sorry!