Hi! Yep, a new story from me! This is the first Crossover fic that I've done actually, so apologies if I've done anything wrong. Also, I've only just started on Vampire Knight so I may not know as much as you people, so please be patient with me, okay? Thanks!

I'll be putting this in the Fruits Basket section first, because this chapter focuses more on Fruits Basket characters. However, when the story moves to Vampire Knight, I'll move it to the fandom there.

How did this story come about? Well, I was reading Vampire Knight, and it struck me that Akatzuki Kain (my favorites Vampire Knight character) kind of reminded me of Hatsuharu Sohma. Then, I though, what would happen if Haru was put in Cross Academy? The rest, like they say, is history.

I really have to thank Knack for this. I was nervous about putting this up, and he/she was the one who encouraged me to do this in the first place. So to Knack, thanks a lot! This first chapter is dedicated to you, by the way, so hope you like it!

Oh yes, disclaimer. None of these characters belong to me; they belong to Natsuki Takaya and the mangaka of Vampire Knight, whom I can't remember at the moment.

Well, without further ado, here's chapter one, of Displacement. Displacement is only a working title anyway; I'll be changing it very soon.

Chapter 1

Hatsuharu Sohma jerked awake with a yell, pushing himself upright with his hands. Sweat beaded on his forehead and on his body, drenching the white collared, cotton shirt that he was wearing, the standard . . . clothes of the place he was staying in. It was like a uniform really, somewhat similar to the uniform he wore in high school, except that the shirt and pants were completely white, much like his room, and almost everything in it.

Haru sighed with relief, it was only a dream. However, it was a rather bad one. Once again, it was of the usual dreams he had, himself in some sort of dark place, lying flat on the ground, in some kind of box. Yet, he could never remember why it was so terrible in the first place, why it would force him awake with a yell and practically drenched in sweat, trembling almost uncontrollably. He shrugged and began folding his blanket, only to straighten it out when he realized that the edges were not straight. He kept doing the motions over and over again, wondering vaguely why he cared so much for his blanket in the first place. He was just starting on his fifth attempt when he heard the sound of a key turning in a lock.

He turned to face the door, and saw one of the workers standing there, in his white work shirt and pants, very different to his own except that it looked somewhat like the uniform of a policeman, but white in color, holding a tray. Without a word, he placed the tray on the table nearby and withdrew. Haru heard him locking the door a few seconds later, before his footsteps receded.

He smelt something delicious, and turned to face the table. His stomach rumbled, and suddenly, he realized that he was indeed hungry. He walked to the table and looked down at the tray. It held a bowl of porridge, a rather large portion at that, flavored with seaweed and bonito flakes. His hand drifted down to the glass of hot brown liquid. Without really thinking, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. It tasted like the powdered three-in-one hot chocolate that he used to drink at home.

At home . . . at those words, Haru realized that he was not really that hungry after all. He did not want to be here, alone, locked up in this place. Once again, for like the hundredth time, his eyes roamed around the room. It was rather small, around the size of the cage his cousin was trapped in. However, unlike the cage, this room was completely white in color and completely clean, even smelling strongly of cleaning solution. He knew that this room was cleaned once a week, during the time he was allowed out to 'play' for a few hours. It was a normal looking room, with a futon in one corner for sleep, and a small table at which he was kneeling now, for eating. He even had a few books and some drawing pads and pencils stacked in a cupboard. Those had been gifts from Hatori when he had first visited him, once month after he came to this place. Haru did read from time to time, but he preferred to draw, though he never showed anyone his work. He already finished half the pad and was planning to ask Hatori to bring another the next time he came.

Once again, he tried to recall why he was even here in the first place. All he knew was that one day, like what he did normally; he woke up, had his breakfast, and went to school. Something must have happened there, because he could not remember anything after that. Everything was blurred from then on until he blacked out, and then when he next woke up, he found himself curled up on a futon in a much smaller room than this, wearing a straitjacket. He wore the straightjacket for a week, before it was taken off for good behavior. Two months later, he was taken out of that tiny room, and placed in this room, where he remained ever since. He had been here for six months already, according to one of the doctors when he finally dared to post the question. Haru had been very surprised at this, he though he had been here far longer than that, it felt like he had been here for two years at least. He shrugged. It did not really matter; his life had already been ruined anyway, and it would be downright impossible to go back to his old life after . . . being in this place.

During that time, he would be taken out for questioning. During the initial stages, he would be taken out of his room practically every day, brought to one of the doctor's offices, and seated at one of the more comfortable chairs. Initially, they had cuffed his hands behind him, to the back of the chair, but more recently, they left his hands free. It had been a relief for him, since having his arms twisted behind his back for hours caused a weird, achy feeling in his shoulder, and he hated the feeling, much like he hated almost everything in this place. More recently though, he was taken out for questioning once a week instead of practically every day, and he guessed that maybe, it showed that he was improving.

He could barely even remember the questions he had been asked. All he knew was that he answered them as truthfully as he could, and the doctors would write them down on a sheet of paper, which would be filed and kept for later use. He did remember though, that the questions became easier to answer, and the interrogations were much shorter than what he remembered of the earlier months.

Haru sighed and began to eat the porridge. If he ate, then they would be convinced that he was better. He had been on his best behavior in this place; he never talked back no matter how much he wanted to, he never complained about anything. If he did not have anything to say, he would just keep quiet. He could sit quietly; he could keep his room neat. He could eat when they brought his meals. He kept most of his thoughts at bay so that he would not think anything that would get him to say stuff that would get him into trouble. On a whole, he was pretty well behaved after all. He smirked, if only Momiji and Kyo could see him now.

His mind drifted to the last time Hatori had visited. He always looked forward to Hatori's visits, because Hatori reminded him of home, he even smelt of home. Hatori remained the same every time he came over, with that straightforwardness, and somewhat sarcastic wit. In a world frequently upending him, at least he had Hatori to cling to, though he never dared to hold on to Hatori . . . it would be weird, for one. This time round, though, Hatori had less than thrilling news for him. He had sighed and shuffled his papers, and Haru instantly stiffened, knowing that when Hatori acted this way, it was always an ominous feeling.

Finally, Hatori looked straight at Haru. "The thing is," he said finally, "What with your record, it would be rather hard to find a new school for you to go to. The Kaibara High principal has already stated that it would be best that you did not return to that school."

Haru shrugged. "I guess that means I've been expelled then. It doesn't really matter anyway, since I'll probably be here for a long time."

"Yes, but you'll soon be leaving," Hatori told him, causing Haru to sit up and stare at him. "I just spoke to your doctors, and they say that you've been improving. You'll be able to leave in a two weeks time, it's just that they're still keeping you here for inspection."

"So what's going to happen to me?" Haru asked. "Will I still be able to do my high school diploma?" Did he dare to hope that he could still have a future?

At first, Hatori did not really answer. Then, he said, "Shigure is in the process of looking for a new school for you, but don't keep your hopes too high, we may not be able to find a place for you. You may have to go to a vocational institute to learn a trade. Or, you can do your diploma privately, though I'm not sure whether you'll be able to pass if you did that."

At that moment, the attendants came in, and Hatori stood up. "I have to go now, but I'll be visiting in a weeks time. Hopefully, I'll have results for you. Take care of yourself, and behave," and with that, he placed a hand on Haru's shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, and walked out of the room. The 'behave', of course, had been emphasized. After all, Haru did know that nobody really would want a nutcase as a relative, least of all, the Sohmas. They could not afford to with their status.

Haru had no idea how he had managed to leave the room, but somehow, he had wound up in his own room, curled up on his futon. He would probably have to go to a vocational institute. Either way, he would never get to do his diploma; he would never get to University after all. He was the cow; it was not possible for him to study for his diploma privately. His cousins were too busy with their own studies. Rin would want to help, of course, but she never really was good at her studies. Kyo would be willing to help as well, except that Haru himself would probably would not even be allowed to visit him. Kyo's future was even more hopeless than Haru's would ever be. Haru was lucky compared to Kyo, Haru had ingrained into himself that no matter what, there would always be someone unluckier that himself, and hence, he would not complain. He was lucky, after all.

Hatori would be coming again that day anyway; maybe Hatori would have better news. Haru finished his breakfast, pushed the tray aside, and pulled down his sketchpad and pencils. He had no idea how long time passed before his door opened again and the attendants came in. He sighed, stood up, pushed his sketch of Rin back onto his shelf and followed the attendants out of his room.

Once again, the guards took Haru to that same room where he met Hatori. To his surprise, not only was Hatori there, Shigure was there as well, with that stupid, I'm-so-pleased-with-myself grin on his face. Haru sat down next to Hatori again, and waited until the attendants left. He could not help feeling relieved at seeing Shigure, at least there were other family members who might have cared for him other than the everlasting Hatori, who always had to be there if it was something to with well-being.

Even Hatori looked more relaxed. Or at least, he was not fidgeting like he was last week. The moment the attendants left, he looked straight at Haru. "We've managed to find a school that would accept you."

Haru's eyes widened and he sat up straighter. "Really? Where is it?"

Hatori glanced over at Shigure. "Shigure's old University professor set up a new school ten years back, and Shigure managed to find his old contact and called him. He explained our predicament," here, he gave Haru an unreadable look, and Haru flushed slightly. "And the Professor offered you a place in his school. However, you'll have to repeat your second year again, because you missed half of it."

Haru shrugged. "I don't mind, it'll give me a chance to catch up." Maybe, given the extra time, he would have the chance to actually study and do well. He flushed again, remembering Mayuko-sensei's comments on his work, no different than what his previous teachers always said about him.

Shigure pouted. "Hey, isn't anyone going to thank me?"

Hatori glared at him. "Do you mind? I'm trying to be serious here." He turned back to Haru. "You'll be leaving this place in a week's time, and you'll head straight there from here. I've gotten some of the housemaids to pack your belongings in a trunk, and we'll transport everything there."

"By the way," Shigure added. "It's a boarding school, so you'll be staying there until the holidays."

Haru blinked. "But what if something . . . happens?" he asked.

Hatori shrugged. "The doctors seem to have a good opinion of you, so we're pretty sure you'll behave yourself there." The frown on his face, however, seemed to go against that statement. "Anyway, Chairman Cross has offered to keep an eye on you for us."

Haru shrugged, but did not answer. To tell the truth, the idea of staying at a boarding school scared him. He had, of course, read stories about boarding schools, but he had never experienced it firsthand before. He bit his lip, he would have to get used to the place, then, that was all. No other school would take him in except this, and this was only possible because of Shigure's intervention. He desperately hoped that Black would not show up and ruin everything again. Black had not showed up for the past few months anyway, that was probably why they were confident of releasing him.

Then again, at least he had the chance to complete his High School diploma. The least he could do was to be thankful for that.

"Well," Hatori stood up and motioned to Shigure. "We have to go now, but we'll come in the morning to pick you up. Behave properly now, you're almost out of here already." He gave a wintry smile. "The school building is quite nice, the uniform as well. You should like it there."

Haru returned his smile and stood up. "Thank you," he said finally, and bowed. "I really appreciate your effort in helping me."

Shigure beamed at him. "No problem! It's at the other side of town, but quite near Rin's art college, so you should be able to meet up with her from time to time . . . if you want to. By the way, the school is called Cross Academy." And with that, he waved and left, whistling that stupid "High school girls" song of his.