A/N: So here's some background Selene Reale is sixteen she in her junior year. Her mother is Japanese and her father Italian. She learned to speak Japanese at young age and does so fluently. She is a smoker (just cigarettes). There aren't any Fruits Basket characters yet but there will be in the next one. And the next one will be much longer. The italicized words are thoughts unless they are in parenthesis then that is being spoken in Japanese. Well to the story. R&R.
Sixteen-year-old Selene sat in her room sketching waiting for her parents to get home from the grocery store. As it grew late she began to worry. The clock read nine-fifteen. Her parents had left at five.
Selene got up and called her mother's cell phone. No answer. She tried her father's with the same result. She fell asleep on the couch awaiting their return.
Selene woke up the next morning at the noise of someone knocking at the door.
Then there was a knock at the door. She got up and looked through the eyehole. It was a police officer. She hesitantly opened the door.
"Are you Selene Reale?" The officer asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your parents are dead." The officer told her.
"What do you mean dead?" Selene questioned.
"They died in a car crash." H explained.
"They're not dead. They'll be home soon." Selene argued.
The officer apologized.
"Why are you apologizing? They'll be home any minute now. You'll see." She said. "They are not dead."
The officer ignored her arguments and said, "Your aunt will be here tonight from Japan. She is going to take you home with her after the funeral. I suggest you start packing."
"There's no need to pack I'm not going anywhere. They are not dead!" She yelled tears streaming down her cheeks. "THEY'RE NOT DEAD! THEY"RE NOT DEAD! THEY'LL BE HOME SOON! THEY ARE NOT…" She collapsed on the floor sobbing. "Oh god, they're dead."
"I'm sorry." The officer said then walked away.
Selene shut the door behind him and ran up to her parents' room. She fell onto the king size bed and sobbed uncontrollably. Hours had passed and Selene finally got up. She slowly headed to her room and began packing. Then went back to her parents' room and grabbed the things that she couldn't leave behind, a portrait of all three of them smiling happily at the camera, her mother's favorite dress, and her father's favorite suit. Then she saw a shirt lying on the floor. She picked it up.
'It still smells like Dad.' She thought tears still falling down her face as she packed it with her stuff.
After gathering everything she went to the backyard and lit a cigarette. She sat silently waiting for someone to come out and yell "JUST KIDDING!" But she had no such luck. Her parents were gone.
That evening Selene's aunt arrived.
"Oh Selene. I am so sorry." The woman embraced Selene. Selene just stood there. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine Aunt Rei." Selene lied.
"You are so strong just like your mother."Rei cried.
The day of the funeral finally arrived. Selene stood next toRei as a man spoke. Selene wanted to kill the man. He spoke as if he knew her parents. He knew nothing. Selene grew increasingly angry but never did she cry.
The man finished speaking and everyone gave words of pity to Selene.
After the funeral it was straight to the airport. Selene left her life in America as she made her way to Japan.
