DISCLAIMER: I do not own or intend to own any of the Fruits Basket's characters.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at fan fiction! I have loved reading fanfic for a long time and thought that I might finally give it a go myself. My story is inspired by both the manga and anime of Fruits Basket. Please R&R, I would really appreciate your feedback. My first chapter is quite short but I assure you they get longer, would love to know if I should keep going with it.
Thanks everyone, and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
"I really don't like to leave you alone like this Miss Honda, are you sure you will be alright?" Yuki asked again looking down at Tohru.
"Yup! I'll be just fine. I promise I'll call Hanajima or Uo to come over if I feel scared," beamed Tohru. "Besides it's not often that Akito asks you all to gather at Sohma house."
"True. But that stupid cat doesn't have to leave you alone as well."
"Hey! I already arranged to have dinner with Master tonight before Akito made his plans, stupid rat!"
"Really you two, we need to be going. Tohru if you do need us please just call the main house and we will come back as soon as possible." Shigure reassured her.
"Don't worry about me! I'll be tough and hold down the fort!" cheered Tohru.
"Haha well if you're sure. We should be back not long after dinner, otherwise please don't wait up for us."
"Goodbye Miss Honda."
"Seeya Tohru."
"Goodnight Tohru."
"Bye," smiled Tohru giving them a big wave from the door.
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Tohru hummed to herself as she made dinner with cold leftovers from the fridge.
I wonder what Akito talks to the 12ishi about when he gathers them together like this. It has happened a few times now but I haven't been brave enough to ask Yuki or Shigure what it is about. But that is probably prying into something I shouldn't know.
Tohru made her way to the sitting room and switched on the television. Making sure the photo of her mum was also facing the TV as well.
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Nothing very interesting was playing on the television that night. Tohru had finished her meal and was leaning on the table, eyes slightly drooped, ready for sleep.
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Two men, clad in black eyed the silent Sohma house from the far side of the garden. They noted only the light of the sitting room and a room upstairs to be on. They had waited patiently for a few hours, watching as three men left the house earlier in the evening, leaving just the small girl behind. Removing a crowbar from a large duffel bag and passing it to the other, the first man nodded and made his way for the back door.
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