(A/N: Yo~! XD This fanfic will revolve around KisaXHiro, and maybe KaguraXMomiji (I'm still thinking about it). My OCs will be there to make it more interesting. ;)

I DO NOT OWN Fruits Basket! Natsuki Takaya does! ^^ )

-Kisa Sohma-

"Look this way, Kisa-san!" A high pitched voice called.

"Eh...?" Tucking a stray lock of light orange hair behind her small ear, Kisa glanced back to see a group of high school girls screaming with cell phones held in front of their faces.

"OMG, she looked this way! She's so beautiful close up!"

Kisa blushed, quickly turning away. Ugh...I feel so rude, but Kurosawa-san told me not to pay my fans to much in mind. Wah, I can't believe I have so many fans though...She sighed heavily. I really still am not used to this, even after all this time...I did agree to model and act to get rid of the remaining fear I had...but...I guess phobias don't go away so easily...Ah...I wish Onee-chan was still here...

"Kisa!"

Looking up, Kisa could see the lean figure of a man standing beside a long, sleek, black car in the distance, and she remembered thinking how young he was for a manager. Smiling brightly, Kisa gave him a little wave as she hurried toward him.

"Kurosawa-san!"

As she approached her manager, he grinned. "Good job today!"

Kisa beamed."Thank you."

Masao nodded absentmindedly, checking his watch. "It's time. Get in the car. We need to go to the filming of "Love is Lost in This World".

Kisa clasped her hands together in elation, and started blabbing, flustered. "That's right! I am very excited...It is going to be my first drama series this year! And I feel like playing my character, Kurosaki Akira would be an interesting different change to the other characters I have played before. I mean, her character is so bold and refreshing! I mean...I am just really excited!"

Chuckling, Kurosawa Masao opened the car door for her. "Hop in."

Timidly, she said, "Th-thank you!" and slid into the leather seat, quietly staring down at her lap until Kurosawa got in and revved up the engine.

For the first five minutes it was completely silent, then Masao spoke.

"So have you decided to move to Tokyo, Kisa?"

Her pupils widened. "E-eh? Um...I...um..." Her voice trailed off weakly, and Kisa stared out the glass window.

"It would be better for your career, rather than staying in that dingy old house that you rarely use. Plus, it would be better for your housemates, since it would trouble them living with such a popular celebrity."

Every single one of his words stung Kisa like poison. I know he's saying that for my own good...but...I love that house. And so many memories were made there...and that's where I met Onee-chan, where Hiro, Kagura nee-chan, and Momiji nii-chan are. I treasure it more than my life. How...how can i just leave it?

"Sorry, Kurosawa-san." Biting her lip softly, she glanced nervously at her manager. Was it just her imagination, or was that a scowl?

Blinking confusedly, Kisa looked out the window to see that they had arrived at the studio.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car with class. She wasn't Kisa Sohma anymore. She was Kurosaki Akira, a twenty-two year old rich girl who hated being told what to do, and did everything her way.

" I love him...I love him more than anything, so please don't ever insult him again or tell me what do against my own will." Kisa's voice was cold as ice while she shot imaginary daggers at the camera, which captured her thin furrowed eyebrows, her deep crimson blush, and the salty tears forming in the corners of her narrowed, hostile eyes.

"Great! That's a wrap, folks!" The director called out to all the actors, actresses, and crew. Turning to the popular teen actress, he gave her a satisfied grin and a thumbs up. "Amazing job, Kisa!"

"Thank you," Kisa Sohma's voice was still cool. After giving the director a small bow, she turned toward the change rooms.

Buttoning up her newly-bought fresh white blouse Kisa Sohma smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

"Okay," she confidently told herself, tying her hair into a ponytail. "Good."

Looking up at the black framed horloge clock hanging on the cream-coloured wall, a light pink blush crept up her face.

It looks like Hiro's school is going to end soon. Maybe I can stop by...

(A/N: Hope y'all liked~! Please R & R~! XD)