I hope you come to enjoy this story and just to let you know ahead of time, this story is probably going to be rather short and although it is a fruits basket and twilight cross over, I will not be including the characters of fruits basket, I will merely be taking the concept that they cannot hug the opposite sex because then they turn into an animal and mixing it with the concept of twilight and the twilight characters. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own or came up with the amazing idea that is Twilight. All the glory goes to Stephenie Meyer. I also do not own or came up with fruits basket. All the glory goes to the amazing author whose name I do not recall at the moment. I do own copies of the books though. Both which are amazing.

Faruba meets Twilight

BPOV

"Mom, it's okay. I want to go. Don't worry. Plus dad needs me. You know that he can't cook." I reassured my mother, who was constantly telling me that I didn't have to move.

"But you were doing fine. No one knew of your little dilemma at all!" She insisted, once again.

"Yes, I know." I sighed. I knew no one knew; I made sure of that. I turned around and hugged my mother. "I will be fine. I need a fresh start. Someplace new where people won't look at me weird."

"But—" My mother began to speak but I caught her off.

"For the last time I will be alright. What can possibly go wrong in Forks? Now I have to go, my plane is boarding right now. Bye, I love you and I'll call you when I get there." I hugged my mother once again and quickly got away from her so that she wouldn't try to convince me to stay once again.

I silently boarded the plane and made my way to my seat, it was a window seat. Good, less chances of someone tripping and accidently hugging me. Okay, I was okay. I took a deep breath, now for the next test. Who was sitting in the seat next to me? Male or female? I watched as the rest of the passengers boarded the plane and found their seats. Whenever a man came down the aisle I cringed inside and hoped that they weren't sitting next to me. I almost gave myself a panic attack, but there was no helping it. My little "dilemma", as my mother liked to call it, pretty much assured that for the rest of my life I couldn't have any contact with the opposite sex. Okay, I might be exaggerated the extent of what contact actually means, but hey you can never be too safe. Especially in my case.

Confused?

Sorry, I guess I should explain what my dilemma actually is. Now don't freak out and take a deep breath because this might shock you. Done? Okay. Well, the truth is that whenever I get hugged by anyone of the opposite sex, I turn into a cat. Yeah, you might find this strange and I'm not blaming you. Even I find it strange, but it is what it is and I really can't do anything about it except avoid any form of male contact. You might be thinking that I take my "phobia" of men and contact a bit too far. I mean I only turn into a cat when I get hugged right? What about holding hands or kissing? Something that doesn't include being fully embraced by someone. Well, let me tell you something. I tried that and it doesn't work. Human are rather unpredictable. Holding hands can turn into a hug rather quickly if the right chemistry is there or if man in question merely wants to save you from tripping or colliding into someone. I learned this the hard way which is why I avoid all male contact at all cost. I need to keep my "dilemma" a secret at all cost. The only person that knows is my mother.

You might now be wondering how I've kept this secret a secret for so long. Well, with special abilities such as mine come other strange abilities. One, I tend to have some feline tendencies, that unfortunately only come out when my survival instincts kick in. Things like awesome reflexes and being able to jump super high are some of them. Unfortunately, since they only come out when I'm in danger, that means that these abilities are of no use to me in gym or in fixing my clumsiness. Yes, I am part cat, a graceful animal, and yet I am the clumsiest person in the entire world. I came up with the theory that my clumsiness is due to the fact that cats walk on four legs and I walk on two, thus since I am missing a pair of legs, nature decided to be funny and bestow the gift of clumsiness to me. Two: I have the ability to erase the memories of people who have seen me as a cat. Even nature can't be that cruel. I needed something to be able to protect myself from exposure and this ability is it. This is the reason why I haven't been in the news papers or in a lab right now.

This dilemma is the reason why right now I was having a panic attack. I did not want a man to sit next to me on the plane. It created a greater chance that something might go wrong. I watched as the seats around me quickly filled up. A man wearing a black suit, with black rim glasses, who carried a brief case, came walking down my aisle. My heart started beating faster. There were only a few seats left and the one next to me was empty. Please, please, don't sit next to me. Please, please! Oh no. The man stopped in front of my row. He looked at his ticket and then at the row number, checked his ticket again to double check, and then nodded. My heart sank. Damn it. This was his row. Okay, that's okay. It doesn't mean that he was sitting next to me at all. He could sit in one of the other empty seats in my row. My heart beat even faster as I watched to see what the man's next move was going to be. He placed his briefcase in the carry on compartment and then moved into the row. My heart sank as I realized that he was in fact sitting next to me. As he sat down I shifted myself so that I was as far away from him as the airplane seats allowed which pretty much meant that I was plastered against the window and airplane wall as best as I could. This was definitely going to be a painful and exhausting plane ride ever. My guard was up and my senses were in full alert to make sure that nothing happened.

So why exactly was I leaving my mother and risking my secret? Well because of my dilemma and my "phobia" for men, most people in my school in Phoenix thought that I was either a lesbian or a freak. I was sick of being an outcast. I needed a fresh start and Forks seemed like a good place to do that. Plus some quality time with Charlie wasn't bad either. I kind of missed him.

I am Isabella Swan and this is my story.