Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Furuba characters, nor it's plot line. The unedited (and almost complete) version of this story can be found on my Quizilla account. I recommend reading this version, though.
Enjoy.
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The Prologue
When I passed by, people stared. It was like everyone was afraid of me for some foreign reason, and I was left without a reason why. I had always believed it was my appearance but, for an average teenage girl, I looked pretty normal when you stood me next to others: wavy lavender hair, deep amethyst eyes, slender but fit.
To others who knew my family before the tragedy, I was the perfect reflection of my mother. Not a single drop of my father's genes seemed to make it into my making; that was, until I learned how to speak and started grade school.
My mother wanted to be a photographer, but found herself trapped on the other side of the lens as a model. In her spare time away from work, she used to loved to take pictures of me and hang them up at work.
Mom worked for a near-by modeling agency. The agency provided us with a house, took care of our medical bills and issues, and allowed us to enjoy the perfect lives of the upper-class Tokyo citizens. But that was all before the accident.
Everyday, mother would tell me that I would be the perfect model. But I didn't want to model as a child. I always found flaws in those statements, searching everyday to discover the miniscule traits that set me apart from the radiant creature I was born to. I could never be just like my mother, because my mother was the epitome of beauty.
Instead, I stuck to the tomboy side of life, enjoying the surf and tides at the beach and working up on my Ganguro tan. My father forbade this, though. He even made sure to hide away my mom's beauty products from my reach, so I couldn't bleach my hair and paint my eyelids white like my friends.
But later I decided that I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. My family would always laugh and tell me that I would come to my senses as I got older; the subject of being a model would always be brought up again and again.
I still smile at the memories of dressing in my mother's clothes and parading around the hallways of our extravagant home as if it was catwalk. Mom and Obaa-san would clap and bring up how much I looked just like my mother when she was younger.
Our time together was cut short. A drunk driver swirved into the wrong lane of traffic, but she wasn't instantly killed. He collided with the only car on the other side of hte road, and ran them off of the cliff to their deaths.
They found her in a pile of ash, purple eyes unfocused and hazed as she weezed our of a gaping hole in her side. The police had taken the liberty of asking me if I recognized the body from the picture they had.
Even after Mother's death, Obaa-san would come in at night after I was tucked in, and say, "You're just like her, you know. Just like Hikari Tsuda... so gorgeous."
She was the only family I have left at the time, but she was very sick. Obaa-san had been battlingthe horrid effects of cancer for the past six years since mother's death. Everyone knew her life was coming to an end, but I didn't want to believe it.
As a child, I didn't have many friends. Those who I did have the liberty of meeting in high school were Tohru Honda and the gang that so graciously supported her. Honda-chan was, and still is, one of the sweetest human beings alive.
Of course, I didn't know much about her when we first met. All I did know what that the ruffian Arisa followed her like a lost puppy. She once belonged to a gang, but soon dropped out due to Tohru-chan's mother.
My personal favorite of the trio was Hanajima, or the self-proclaimed Hana-chan, who could read other's waves. Her brother, I admit, was rather leacherous for a young boy when we first met in high school...
During high school, I grew further away from people, isolating myself from the croud. I took a job and bought an apartment for my Obaa-san and I, because the agency would no longer support our family. Obaa-san was too sick to take care of herself, and I couldn't afford to keep her at a nursing home. Besides, I was not going to abandon my Obaa-san when she was the only ounce of family I had left in the world.
That year, I was trying my best to stay in school and get good grades. Hana-chan, Ou-chan, and Tohru-chan are even helping me a lot on homework and house keeping.
Tohru Honda also introduced me to another important group of people: the infamous Sohma family.
To most of the city population, the Sohma family was regarded as strange or exceedingly famous for their many professions. They had managed to keep their family inside their compounds walls for thousands of years, maintaining life on the inside of the walls.
The true reason to why they never left, no one knew. And neither did I until I had the life-changing opportunity to meet them for myself, thanks to Tohru Honda.
There I officially met Yuki Sohma, better known as "The Prince" during highschool, and Kyou Sohma that day. We attended the same school, but I never had the urge or drive to attempt talking to them. They were far too good-looking for me.
I always found it odd how they fought with eachother; and instead of using harsh words, they insulted eachother by throwing out names such as "stupid cat" and "dumb rat". It was actually quite entertaining watching the two of them fight, and they still do.
Even though I never associated myself with Yuki before meeting him officially, he was always sweet and kind and preferred to stay quiet. I often found him daydreaming during lectures, before I got to know him. Kyou-kun was the exact opposite, and his hair was a rather odd color orange...
When I first met the Sohma's, I was sixteen and a Sophomore at Kaibara High School. I was known as Sora-chan to few and Tsuda-san to most. I also had the liberty of being in Student Council which allowed me to skip a majority of my classes. Obaa-san often said that I needed to go to my classes so I could succeed in life.
Little did I know, her words would come in much use in what was, due time.
And that is where my story begins...
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I fized up the whole first chapter of this story. You couldn't really call it a chapter, since it was mainly an intro to Sora's life. If you didn't catch it, the main character's name in this story is Sora Tsuda.
I hope you enjoy this series, because it is personally one of my favorites on Quizilla. Please review with your insight!
-Amanda
