Hello. My name's Moomoogirl1. This is just a little one shot about Tohru's childhood. Nothing big. I hope you like.
I do not own Fruits Basket. It belongs to Natsuki Takuya.
"You dumb goody, goody, two shoes!"
Tohru grimaced as the cold wet mud splashed against her face. The children laughed.
"Aren't you gonna do something goody two shoes?"
No. No she did not want to do anything about it. She wanted to go home. She wanted her mommy.
"Look at her! She's beginning to cry!"
"What a baby!"
"Baby! Baby!"
Tohru's warm tears mixed with the cold mud. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? What did she ever do to them?
"Dumb goody two shoes is a baby!"
The children laughed again, all of them pointing fingers at the girl. They taunted her again and again. This was nothing new.
However the teacher stepped in on the scene sooner than usual.
"What's going on here?" she asked hands on her hips. The children nervously laughed.
"Tohru fell in the mud."
"Yeah. She tripped!"
Tohru remained silent as the tears continued to fall from her big brown eyes. The teacher raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure? This is the third time."
"We're sure."
"Tohru's just kind of clumsy."
"Tohru. Tell her it won't happen again."
What a lie. Of course it would happen again. Tohru just wringed her hands, keeping silent.
"Come on Tohru. Let's get you cleaned up." Said the teacher taking her student's hand.
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"I really hope your classmates are telling the truth." The young woman wiped the mud form Tohru's face. She straightened out the gym uniform she had Tohru put on.
"Tohru please," The teacher gave the girl a pleading face. "I want to help you. You're a good girl. If they're bullying you than please just tell me or even better, your parent. We're there to help."
She got up form the chair, taking the muddy towel along with her. "Your clothes are almost dry. When I come back I'll give them to you. You just rest here."
The teacher gave one last reassuring smile and closed the door.
Tohru shifted in her seat, looking out of the window. She looked at the children her age, playing and laughing.
'Please tell me.'
She turned her head away and stared down at the tile floor. She hadn't told teacher but it was really cold the room. She wrapped her arms around herself.
She really wished her mom was here. Her mom would make it all better. Mommy made everything better. But…
'Or even better your parent. We're here to help.'
'Tohru! Why are you so dirty?'
'Did something happen to you?'
'Tohru. Tohru…'The girl hiccupped as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Teacher was nice but teacher… didn't understand.
She just couldn't. She couldn't tell her mother what was really going on. What would she think? What would she say? The thought made Tohru even cry harder.
The thought made her scared.
So she wouldn't tell anyone. She'd keep on the same smile Mommy always loved. She would act as if everything was fine.
She would suffer. Alone.
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And there you have it. Sorry if this was depressing but this basically was Tohru's childhood. Thank you for reading.
Moomoogirl1 out.