Hello, you guys! Oooh, I'm so nervous right now! This is my first fanfic. I am new here. Hope you guys enjoy my story!
Disclaimer: Nobody in this world owns furuba, except for the wonderful Natsuki Takaya. I wish I were the one who owns them. I would also own Kyo, my husband& lover… I wish to own everyone in fruits basket! Even Akito! So that I can torture her every second of the minute, every minute of the hour, every hour of the day, every day of the week, every week of the month, every month of the year, every year of the decade, every decade of the century, every century of the millennium… so to simply put it, I wish to own her and torture her every time! I really, really hate her! And I love you, Kyo!
Okay… On with the story…
The Cruise Chapter 1: A Journey BeginsHe stopped breathing when the taxi arrived at the port. His mouth was wide open as he stared in wonder at the big cruise line. His mouth was so big that, if you collect the saliva gushing out of his mouth, you can get about ten buckets full of his saliva.
He only realized that he was drooling when a small boy passed by him with his mother, and he was shouting at him, " Hey, mister! You're gonna drown us if you don't close your mouth!" His mother giggled a bit and they disappeared into a waiting car.
He woke up from his slumber and tapped the driver on the shoulder, but the driver didn't move. He got out of the car and stood next to the driver's door to look at the driver. He, too, was staring at the ship and whispering, "Oh my lord… Oh… my… lord…"
The man shoved some money to the driver's face. "Um… thanks for the ride," he said. The driver stared at the money and blinked for, about, a gazillion times. He looked up to the man's face and cocked his head to the side, with a confused looked on his face.
"Ah, yes…" he said after a few seconds of silence, and took the money from him. He scratched his head and then said, "I'm sorry… just now…"
"It's okay," the younger man said. "It… happened to me, too." He gave a nervous laugh and the driver smiled, enchanted by his good looks.
"Well," he said. "Have a safe trip," and drove off.
The young man stood there, staring at the big ship. "Titanic…" he whispered. What he read in the papers were all true. "This baby is big!" he said, and then spread his arms like he was about to fly. It was all worth it. It was worth getting beaten by your own mother. His back still hurts because of the whipping from his mother about two weeks ago.
He still remembered her words: "Don't you even dare think about that bitch- of- a- ship!" then she'd slapped him and dragged him to her room to whip him. His face still stings like she just slapped him a second ago. But, here he is, standing right in front of the "bitch- of- a- ship".
He sighed and picked up his trunks. There were only two of them. His clothes and important stuffs are in there. Well, he has to pack light if he wants to run away.
His smile grew bigger as he approached the entrance, the rays of the sun making his grey/ silver coloured hair shine more brightly than it already has. He handed his ticket to the guy standing guard at the door.
"Yuki Sohma. Second class," he mumbled then smiled at Yuki and welcomed him in.
After a pageboy showed Yuki his room and a porter brought him his trunks, he could finally settle down on one of the four expensive looking one-seater sofas. Yuki looked around and thought, "I know I'm rich but… not THIS rich!"' He was in the sitting room, where there were four one-, two- and three-seater sofas arranged neatly everywhere in the room, coffee tables, expensive rugs and carpets… bla bla… you name it. And there were two bedrooms and a… "Why should I name it when I'm here for only a week!" Yuki said to himself. He picked up his trunks, brought them to his extra huge bedroom, where there was this extra big Queen sized bed, and started unpacking He remembered his argument with the porter a while ago on who should unpack his stuffs.
"''Um, excuse me," Yuki said. "Where're you going with my trunks?"
"To your bedroom, sir. To unpack them for you," the porter said. He looked kinda nervous, which was kinda funny because he is all big and muscly and stuff, and he looked like he could kill Yuki in just a blink of an eye.
But Yuki wasn't afraid of him. "No, no… You don't need to do that. I can unpack them myself."
"But, sir…" the porter muttered.
"Just put them here," Yuki said, trying to control himself from getting mad.
"Sir, it's my job to carry your trunks and unpack them," the porter said, bending down a little, like he was bowing or some sort.
But Yuki didn't reply to that, and when the porter looked up, he saw Yuki tapping the floor with his foot and pointing at the space in front of him, indicating the porter to put his trunks in front of Yuki. The porter sighed, giving up, and brought Yuki his trunks and put them in front of him.
"Thank you," he said as the porter and pageboy started to walk out of his room, the pageboy looking a little bit mad. "Hey," he called at the porter. "I'm not gonna report you or anything, if that's what you're worried about." The porter's face lit up and he smiled a big smiled, not caring if it showed or not. Yuki smiled back at him, then he put on one of his "mad face". "And you," he said to the pageboy. "If you report him I'm gonna report you. Understand?" The pageboy was shaking, and he nodded, promised not to report the behaviour of the porter to "The Boss". Yuki softened a bit, giving them a warm smile, which the porter nearly melted into. "Thank you. I won't need anything. Good bye," Yuki said, and they walked out the door.
Yuki rolled his eyes at the memory of that, and continued unpacking.
The air outside was very fresh and relaxing, and he breathed in deeply, as if it would cure his asthma. The ship departed half an hour ago, but he didn't bother going out. Who is he going to say goodbye to, anyway?
There were a lot of people walking on the deck. They were all using fancy dresses and well cut suits. Well, he is in second class. But he didn't bother using his "fancy suits". He was only using his favourite shirt that he always wore at home. You don't need fancy dresses to keep you warm, just your favourite one could do, right?
The air outside was getting colder, so he retreated back to his "mansion". When he was leaving, he thought he saw a bit of orange hair in the distance. Yuki grew curious, because he thought he saw orange hair somewhere… before. But the air didn't allow him to investigate more, so he just went into his cabin without thinking twice about the "orange hair" incident.
To Be Continued….
So how'd I do, you guys? Was the story good?
A/n: It was kinda hard "decorating" Yuki's room because I put in flat screen TVs and designer sofas and paintings for, like, a gazillion times! I always forgot that this story happened in the 1900s…
Oh yeah. I won't be here from 17-22 June, so I won't be updating during those days, if you guys want me to update…
Summary of the next chapter: Yuki and Kyo bump into each other! What will happen after that? Oh yeah, umm… There'll be a lot more of both of them in the third chapter.
