Disclaimer: I really don't own Fruits Basket, Not even a banana.
Introduction
Nariko Miyamoto watched a thicket of trees rush by her window, not taking any of it in. She rolled the window open, letting wind rush in and whip her red and white hair out of place. People often thought her hair dyed, but it was completely natural. White fringe, covering her left eye and the corner of her right, the rest of her hair red, but white at the ends.
The driver cleared his throat, indicating that he didn't like having the window open when they where going this fast on the motorway. She ignored him, what did she care for his well being? What did she care for the well being of anyone else? As she'd grown up, she'd asserted her own rules to how she lived.
Rule number one, Care for only yourself.
That rule was created when she was only five, when the only people she'd ever cared for, loved, turned on her and tried to kill her. Well, the only people the this side of her being had cared for anyway. She was aware that she had another self, another side of her personality that identified itself as Emiko. No doubt Hatori had noticed by now and told the people she was staying with, putting it down as schizophrenia, a split personality.
Hatori was one of the two Sohmas she'd ever met and now she was going to stay with three of them. She didn't know them and neither did she care what their names were. According to the one sided conversations she'd had with Hatori there was also a girl staying with them, some Tohru Honda and apparently she was quite something.
Although he'd said nothing about it to her, she knew Hatori was worried and scared by her. The schizophrenia didn't cause his fear, it was the transformations did, because outside of the Sohma family it was physically impossible.
As the trees began to thin, the blood red setting sun became visible on the horizon and she took off her sunglasses. By the scenery in front of her, she knew she was back in Japan, but it didn't feel like home.
