The Memoirs of Kaida

by SnapDragon123

Kaida's life is practically over. Until she meets Momiji Sohma. MomijiXOC. Constructive criticism is welcome but please no Flames. COMPLETE! Major problems with account and current internet, so the only way to edit it properly was to delete it briefly.

1. Kaida's First Memory

I never met my father. Not in human form that is. My father was a member of the zodiac, long before the curse broke. He was the tiger. My mother had not met my father until the day they where married. It had been an arranged marriage. My mother was always an empty-headed girl. The idea of marriage was wonderful to her, she didn't care who her spouse was, as long as there was a grand wedding.

My father, who thought he loved her, waited until their wedding night to tell her his secret. He hoped she would not care, but she did. She screamed at the tiger that appeared in bed beside her when she held my father. He explained everything to her about his curse. He wanted her to accept him. She rejected him.

But it was too late. My mother, somehow, had his baby. Me. To this day, I really don't know how, nor do I want to think about the physics of it. It is very rare for zodiac members to have children, but not impossible. But she was so weak from her months of pain, that she was never a real mother to me. I hardly knew she was my mother, she was the woman who was always crying in the garden to me. My father, too felt pain. He had loved her, and to be rejected so fully took its toll on him. He was in so much pain, that he was almost always in his zodiac form, due to stress. Now that I look back, the tame tiger I would play with in the back garden was my father.

My father died six months after I was born. Four years later a new tiger was born into the zodiac, though I never met her. My mother, still a shallow person, was remarried to another man. I never called him "father" or "stepfather." In fact I rarely ever addressed him. He would stay in his own quarters of his large house, with 3 scantily dressed maids to attend his every need. His name was Goro Hikari. My mother dropped the name Sohma, and became Mrs. Hikari. I did not want a last name anymore.

Mother died shortly after I turned eight. She had carried on through life, with pain and disappointments. Goro was not a good husband, and spoke to her(when he was not drunk) only when he wanted pleasure. My life seemed pointless. Goro, after my mother died became worse and worse towards me.

My life was over. That is until I met Momiji Sohma.