Title: Worth of a Cat
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: None
Rating: R
Genre(s): Angst
Pairing(s): none yet.
Summary: Everyone has their secrets, but no one ever asks the cat theirs.
Chapter Summery: The foundation is set. Kyou has major problems and writes them down to figure them out.
Warnings: Major Angst ahead. I am going to be extremely mean to Kyou but bear with me. I am going somewhere with all the angst. And just so you know I am most likely to piss off all my readers. And I'm very proud of this.
Disclaimer: I don't own them though I wish I did. So Fruits Basket is not mine.
Author's Note: I'm not really sure if it's canon that the Cat gets locked up but I'm using that plot device anyway because this vicious angst bunny attacked me then morphed into a plot bunny and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote what it wanted. This is the result.
Chapter Word Count MSWord: 1,052
Prologue
From the journal of Shoma Kyou:
They all condemn me as the cat and make me outcast among the cursed. They belittle me, call me stupid, and mock me, but they never stop to think that a cat is still a cat no matter what form it happens to wear. They don't understand that cat's know things that others can't even begin to fathom. They keep secrets better than any other creature just because it suits them.
The members of this family would be devastated if they knew the secrets I keep. All the Cats of the family have known the true story of the curse, and none of us have been able to tell for we are bound by that stupid geis not to even hint at this story until someone asks us what we know of the curse. That will begin the breaking I think. I find it horribly ironic that the outcast of the clan holds the key to breaking the curse and he can't even hint at it.
They all think they're so much better than me, so much smarter; that they know all there is to know of the curse. Little do they know that they know nothing but idle speculation and a flimsy excuse. Only two people know the truth; the Cat, and the clan head. No one in this family ever thinks that while yes fourteen of us are directly affected by the curse, that only thirteen of use have alternate forms. That the thirteenth, the outcast, has two. They use the tale of the Chinese Zodiac to explain why I'm outcast, why it's these specific forms that we take. They completely deny the fact that it might just be coincidence that we have those forms.
They never stop to wonder why the cat isn't locked up from the time they're born rather than when they turn eighteen. They comfort themselves with their illusion of superiority, of arrogance; but they are nothing but what they constantly accuse me of being.
It amuses me to imagine their reactions to finding out the truth. That the clan head and the Cat had once been in each others position. And that the so called, 'vengeful cat spirit' was actually the supposed clan heads alternate form though twisted by not being attached to it's proper body.
But even if one did ask, they wouldn't believe me. I mean what would I know? I mean, I'm just the cat!
I still have hope though. There is another way to reclaim proper balance for our clan. I have until my eighteen birthday to find a way to return Akito's alternate form to him. If I fail, I will be locked in the cage and I know it will break my spirit. Cats are not meant to be confined. We only live with humans because we choose to after all.
But if I succeed, oh if I succeed, I shall never be locked up, nor will any other Cat. We will have our rightful position again, and those arrogant fools that call themselves my family will finally see the truth. I feel that day is near. It might not be me, but it will be soon. Soon the balance will be restored.
But until that day, I have a role to fulfill so that they won't pay close attention to what I am really doing. Yes one day soon. But I will not do what the usurper did; I will not have the Dragon alter everyone's memory. They will remember and regret.
Besides what mortal has ever made a cat forget it's importance? Or kept them from eventually reminding you of it.
Feh. Look at what I'm writing... I think I may be over thinking this to much. Maybe I should take a step back and not think about it for a while. Maybe a solution will come to me then, then again maybe not. The only way I can not think about it is to not be near any of the others and having them constantly reminding me.
Like Akito would ever allow me to leave even for a little while. Not without demanding something of me that I'm not sure I'm willing to sacrifice yet anyway.
"Oi, kuso nezumi! What are you doing in my room?" Kyou demanded as he looked up from where he was writing in his journal. Yuki had just stepped into his room and was standing there watching with a bland expression.
"Tohru sent me to get you for dinner, baka neko." Yuki said blandly eyeing Kyou who was sitting on his bed writing in his journal again.
"Well get out of my room. I'll be right down." Kyou snapped. Today had not been an especially good one for him. Yet another attempt to break the curse hadn't worked so now he had a dull ache all over his body, and he was mentally exhausted. Again. And now he had to deal with 'Prince Yuki.' Just wonderful.
Yuki just left the room well used to Kyou's almost perpetually bad mood. Although he was vaguely curious as to what he had been writing in it, he had a good guess. More of the same stuff that he spouted off out loud most likely.
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: None
Rating: R
Genre(s): Angst
Pairing(s): none yet.
Summary: Everyone has their secrets, but no one ever asks the cat theirs.
Chapter Summery: The foundation is set. Kyou has major problems and writes them down to figure them out.
Warnings: Major Angst ahead. I am going to be extremely mean to Kyou but bear with me. I am going somewhere with all the angst. And just so you know I am most likely to piss off all my readers. And I'm very proud of this.
Disclaimer: I don't own them though I wish I did. So Fruits Basket is not mine.
Author's Note: I'm not really sure if it's canon that the Cat gets locked up but I'm using that plot device anyway because this vicious angst bunny attacked me then morphed into a plot bunny and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote what it wanted. This is the result.
Chapter Word Count MSWord: 1,052
Prologue
From the journal of Shoma Kyou:
They all condemn me as the cat and make me outcast among the cursed. They belittle me, call me stupid, and mock me, but they never stop to think that a cat is still a cat no matter what form it happens to wear. They don't understand that cat's know things that others can't even begin to fathom. They keep secrets better than any other creature just because it suits them.
The members of this family would be devastated if they knew the secrets I keep. All the Cats of the family have known the true story of the curse, and none of us have been able to tell for we are bound by that stupid geis not to even hint at this story until someone asks us what we know of the curse. That will begin the breaking I think. I find it horribly ironic that the outcast of the clan holds the key to breaking the curse and he can't even hint at it.
They all think they're so much better than me, so much smarter; that they know all there is to know of the curse. Little do they know that they know nothing but idle speculation and a flimsy excuse. Only two people know the truth; the Cat, and the clan head. No one in this family ever thinks that while yes fourteen of us are directly affected by the curse, that only thirteen of use have alternate forms. That the thirteenth, the outcast, has two. They use the tale of the Chinese Zodiac to explain why I'm outcast, why it's these specific forms that we take. They completely deny the fact that it might just be coincidence that we have those forms.
They never stop to wonder why the cat isn't locked up from the time they're born rather than when they turn eighteen. They comfort themselves with their illusion of superiority, of arrogance; but they are nothing but what they constantly accuse me of being.
It amuses me to imagine their reactions to finding out the truth. That the clan head and the Cat had once been in each others position. And that the so called, 'vengeful cat spirit' was actually the supposed clan heads alternate form though twisted by not being attached to it's proper body.
But even if one did ask, they wouldn't believe me. I mean what would I know? I mean, I'm just the cat!
I still have hope though. There is another way to reclaim proper balance for our clan. I have until my eighteen birthday to find a way to return Akito's alternate form to him. If I fail, I will be locked in the cage and I know it will break my spirit. Cats are not meant to be confined. We only live with humans because we choose to after all.
But if I succeed, oh if I succeed, I shall never be locked up, nor will any other Cat. We will have our rightful position again, and those arrogant fools that call themselves my family will finally see the truth. I feel that day is near. It might not be me, but it will be soon. Soon the balance will be restored.
But until that day, I have a role to fulfill so that they won't pay close attention to what I am really doing. Yes one day soon. But I will not do what the usurper did; I will not have the Dragon alter everyone's memory. They will remember and regret.
Besides what mortal has ever made a cat forget it's importance? Or kept them from eventually reminding you of it.
Feh. Look at what I'm writing... I think I may be over thinking this to much. Maybe I should take a step back and not think about it for a while. Maybe a solution will come to me then, then again maybe not. The only way I can not think about it is to not be near any of the others and having them constantly reminding me.
Like Akito would ever allow me to leave even for a little while. Not without demanding something of me that I'm not sure I'm willing to sacrifice yet anyway.
"Oi, kuso nezumi! What are you doing in my room?" Kyou demanded as he looked up from where he was writing in his journal. Yuki had just stepped into his room and was standing there watching with a bland expression.
"Tohru sent me to get you for dinner, baka neko." Yuki said blandly eyeing Kyou who was sitting on his bed writing in his journal again.
"Well get out of my room. I'll be right down." Kyou snapped. Today had not been an especially good one for him. Yet another attempt to break the curse hadn't worked so now he had a dull ache all over his body, and he was mentally exhausted. Again. And now he had to deal with 'Prince Yuki.' Just wonderful.
Yuki just left the room well used to Kyou's almost perpetually bad mood. Although he was vaguely curious as to what he had been writing in it, he had a good guess. More of the same stuff that he spouted off out loud most likely.