-A/N: Hello everyone! How are you all? This is a Fruits Basket fic but it isn't really like the original story line . So I hope you like it! I write really twisted because I don't like people knowing how my plot goes! Hahaha! -

Just Kill Me

Is what Tohru has asked half a million times. "Just kill me." But no one seems to. It would put her out of her misery, her horrible life where she works as a slave at her family's house, with no friends and she gets beat if she doesn't listen. But no one listens to her plea. Everyone knows, but they will do nothing. Why you ask? Because her family is the richest, 'wisest' and patron of everything. She is a rich girl, yet poor, a happy person, yet sad, and a wise person, yet completely ignorant. She watches and waits in the shadows, to find the person who will "Just Kill Me."

Slander

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"She's a slut, haven't you heard?"

"I heard from the grapevine that she's pregnant..."

"Doesn't she know she's not wanted?!"

"Go away Slut! We don't want a pregnant wench here!"

"Slut, slut, slut, slut, SLUT, SLUT!"

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A girl, about the age of seventeen, shot out of bed. It was late; The Grandfather clock down the hall from her was chiming three. The girl shook with sobs. She had, had that dream so many times... And it never got better. Quiet tears trailed down her ivory cheeks. She didn't even know where the term "slut" came from. She had never kissed a guy let alone slept with one...

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A woman in the room next to the young woman's heard her quiet sobs and longed to go and hold her tight. The poor girl suffered so much and received so little. But she wasn't allowed to do anything. The Master's forbid it even though she was their daughter. The woman shook her head. As much as she loved their daughter, she hated her Masters. They were cruel, self-satisfying, angry, sly, cunning, and anything you could think of that would describe a bad person. If only she could leave, and she would take the girl with her. Show her all people weren't this way. The woman glared in the direction of her Masters quarters. They slept in rich, lavish rooms, whereas, their daughter, Tohru, slept in the servants quarters in the most ugly room you had ever seen. "Oh Tohru... If only you real..." The woman's head shot around as she heard something in the darkness. "I'm sorry Tohru I don't have the courage to say it, but someday I will. I promise you."

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Dark brown hair flew about in the wind. The girl struggled with it to go into a ponytail but lost the battle. She laughed and just let her hair fly about her face in the early morning. Her dark blue eyes scanned the young horizon of the dawning day, and they smiled. She loved to see the sunrise. It was as if the world was giving birth to a new day, fresh with possibilities.

"TOHRU!" A voice yelled from far away. "Hurry up or we will miss the bus!" Tohru turned and glanced back towards the house and saw her "sister" or rather her parent's heir.

"Coming!" The young woman called. She glanced once more at the rising sun and sighed. As much as she wished she could ride herself of her life, she wanted to stay in it. There was beauty to this world, so subtle that barely anyone noticed it. If only...

"TOHRU!"

"Coming!" Tohru sighed. She loved the outdoors, especially at sunrise and sunset. The world dying, and than being reborn again the next morning. She took one last look at the fall-coloured clouds, and ran towards the house. "Good-Bye, world! I will come again!"

On the school bus Tohru sat at the back. People were giving her strange looks and whispered comments as she walked by.

"Damn slut. Go away. We don't want you."

"Go back to the hell hole you came from."

"Did you hear? Tohru Honda is supposedly pregnant!"

Tohru burned furiously, and sat down. She looked at the person beside her, surprised that they hadn't kicked her out of their seat. "Um, hello?" She asked, unsure of herself.

"What do you want?" She jumped at the sight of the boy's crimson eyes.

"Uh, nothing!" Tohru blushed furiously and glanced forward. When she looked back at him he was still looking at her. They locked gazes for a moment, and than he went back to staring out the window. The girl looked at her companion. He looked to be about the same age as she was, maybe a couple months older. He had bright orange hair, and from the early jump, she knew that his eyes were crimson, the colour of the sun in the early morning.

"What are you looking at?" The boy asked sharply, once again locking gazes with her.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." When the boy didn't say anything back she glanced forward and pulled out her book that she had secretly borrowed the other day from her sister's study. It was about a girl whose parent's ignored her when they wanted to, but beat and used some crude father's friend to rape her when she did something wrong.

"What the hell are you reading?" The girl jumped at the sound of the boy's voice. "That looks kind of dumb."

Tohru sighed. "Did you know that people tend to read books they either relate to them, or about things they wish could happen to them?" (N/A: That isn't true, just in case you're wondering!)

"Do I look like a bookworm?" He asked sharply.

"No, it's just..."

"Its just I really don't care." She nodded and felt tears well up in her eyes. She quickly pulled up her book before he could see her cry.

For the rest of the trip the bus was mostly silent except the occasional snicker or loud comment. The boy glanced at the girl beside him. She was pretty; Dark brown hair, almost black and midnight blue eyes, set in ivory coloured skin. She looked very fragile, and Kyou remembered some of the rumours he had heard about her...

"Tohru Honda is such a slut."

"I heard she was pregnant!"

"Why doesn't she just de? Nobody wants her. Not even her own family."

But he couldn't decide. Was it slander or truth? He knew he should find out, but didn't really want to. 'Whatever. She's just some rich cry baby...'

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Is Kyou right? Is this Tohru girl some rich crybaby? Or is she something more? Read to find out!