Authors note: Okay, so this is my first ever fanfiction. It's a HaruXOc, KyoXTohru. Some characters may seem a little OOC, but bare with me hmm? I might just be good. Oh, by the way, yeah, I know the prophecy bites. Don't like it then maybe you could write me one that's better, because honestly, I'm a fiction writer, not a poet.
Disclaimer: I have never, nor will ever (Sadly) own Fruits Basket.
One of two shall come through,
The second not far behind,
One of two shan't find peace,
For two shall be chasing, stalking,
One shall find him,
A heart for a sword it must be
To set number One and number Two free,
As soon as One has come, One has gone,
Taking Two unto oblivion,
And a piece of his heart as well.
A flashback. Two kids, no older than seven, playing, a small girl with blue eyes and a boy with two tone hair. The girl running from the boy, both giggling uncontrollably. Fade to black. A terrible storm. The only light being that from the beautifully terrifying lightning out the windows. In the flashes you see only the inside of the house. Empty. A movement in the corner of your vision. You see the children from earlier huddled in the corner, the boy wrapped around the girl, the earlier playfulness gone from his eyes. His only thought was to protect the girl, his face blank, trying to hear what was going on. Sheer terror apparent on her face. She knew what was coming. She had tried to warn them away from her, that she was dangerous. She had failed. Now it was here. A loud, male scream followed by a sickly schlock noise, as that of someone, something, cutting an appendage off. Blood leaks in from under the door. The boy presses his necklace into the girl's hand. She takes it, doing the same with her locket. A sword for a heart. She kisses him on the forehead and walks to the door, a soft smile gracing her features as she says "This is my fault. I actually thought I could be normal. Hah. I'm sorry for the trouble" she whispered, in a final tone "Goodbye", a single tear arcing down her cheek. She turns, opens the door and is gone in a flash of pure white light. The boy had run for her, but he fell on knees as the light flashed, all traces of his earlier wounds gone. "No!" he had sobbed, lying in a heap on the floor. An older man walks in, touching his neck tenderly. "How did?" "I don't?" he murmured. "Ah." He had seen the multi-tone boy on the floor. "What's wrong? I could have sworn that I was just dead, and I ain't cryin'" the older man said, scanning the room for any sight of whatever it was that attacked him. The boy sobbed out a soft, almost inaudible word; Gone.
Hatsuharu Sohma jolts out of his bed covered in sweat, breathless. "What the hell." He murmurs, panting. A younger boy, Momiji Sohma, walks in, looking at the boy. "Nightmares again Haa-Chan?"
