Heloo! Fellow Fruits Baskets Fans! My name is Sharese. And I'm new here so… I guess I'll let Kyo take it away from here!

Kyo: Sharese does not have the mental capability to have written such an awesome character.

Yuki: Me? Oh you'll make me blush.

Kyo: I was talking about me YOU DAMN RAT!

Yuki: What this stupid cat is trying to say is that Sharese doesn't own Fruits Basket.

Tohru: Enjoy the story! ^_^

"Tohru!" yelled Shigurei from his makeshift library and working quarters.

"Yes! Is something wrong?" shouted Tohru, her voice filled with worry.

"How do you think this sounds! It's for my new manuscript." As Tohru approached the doorway, he began recite the poetic literature he had written.

"And as the leaves fall, it signifies an autumn. The autumn symbolizes that all good things must come to untimely ends. Oh the autumn. What a tragic way to be remembered, as the season after summer. The season in which the trees can no longer flourish as they once did. All human beings seem to forget that the autumn is possibly the most beautiful of the seasons. The leaves accept their fate and celebrate in the winds of the gods. They change colors to the moods of their fellow comrades and empathize with those who cannot die, who must stay on their trees forever. It is truly madness to never be freed from a prison like a tree that causes you death if you are removed. So the dying leaves pity the leaves that do not die. To live forever is truly the maddest of the seasons. So the autumn, at least for those who leave behind the baggage that have left them chained to their own trees, is a blessing and it is the summer that condemns them to damnation." Shigurei looked at Tohru from the corner of his eye and watched her.

Her face yearned for more. Her mind was itching to soak up the words of wisdom spoken from Shigurei like a story teller from her favorite book.

"I'm finished Tohru…" Shigurei spoke apprehensively, reluctant to bring her out of her own thoughts.

"I think your right Shigurei… but you're also wrong." Tohru looked down out her feet embarrassed as the red tint on her cheek began to spread.

"The autumn is a time where people can once again live. It is not for people who are afraid, or for people who loath their past. It's for people who yearn for a future… for people who want to change for the better. Autumn is a season where all problems eventually wither away, until the cold rushes in and the snow covers it all. It's a season where all the problems of the world, never to be seen again, melt away with the spring." Tohru began to laugh.

"I know. It is a bit silly. But, I guess, that's just what I believe. It's not a time to dwell on the endings. Autumn is a time where you ready yourself for new beginnings."

And as Shigurei wrote the last sentence of the manuscript, sculpted by Tohru's 'words of wisdom,' the last leaf of autumn fell.