Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, if I did do you honestly think I'd be sitting on my butt writing this?

.If you said Yes, to the above question, your I.Q. is officially below 5, congratulations! Well onwards with my crappy work of art!


"You stupid girl!" the boy just a few years older than her yelled' the small girl was terrified but she tried not to let it show. "I- I'm sorry!" she managed to stammer out "I promise, I won't do it again!" her lips trembled as the words poured out. Suddenly a sharp pain filled her face and her head was thrown to the side. He had slapped her! She cupped her cheek with a small hand and tried not to let show the tears that welled into her eyes. She looked back up at the boy half expecting to be slapped again, but what she did see only scared her all the more.

He was smiling, the boy known as Akito was actually smiling. It wasn't the fact that he was, but it was his eyes that made his smile all the more sinister, it was almost as if he had just thought of something terribly cruel to force upon her.

He reached out his hand and placed it on her forehead, she flinched but before she could pull away a sharp pain filled her tiny body, she let out a scream that seemed only to echo through her head. "Maybe now you'll be sorry" the speaker seemed so far away now. She could feel herself falling and finally, it seemed, only darkness surrounded her.

She awoke, alone in the room, and with a, what she had once heard her mother call-a pounding headache. She sat up, and noticing the dim light looked towards the sliding door, which was no longer, cracked open, as it was earlier. Night had fallen, leaving only a dim blue light in the room. She held a fragile hand to her forehead, just as she had seen her mother do, and rubbed it hoping for the pain to go away, but it didn't.

The girl ran, terrified, from the house. Her short, dark hair whipping out behind her, she stopped where the huge looming wall stood and took one last glance back at the main house. What had Akito done to her? She didn't know nor could she care less at the moment. She faced her right side and found the small green bush that hid her only way of escape other than that of the front gate.

She pushed aside the small braches, crying out when a small thorn caught her finger. She paused to look down at her small but painful wound, blood flowed easily from it but slowed down in a matter of seconds as the cut clotted over.

She continued on removing the obstacles the braches were posing and finally reached the opening in the wall. She pushed her small body through and fell to her knees as she reached the other side.

Her small feet pounding on the ground she ran down the empty streets not quite knowing where she was going but she only wanted to run from the main house, but more than that she wanted to see her mother's relieved face when she would, eventually, make her way home. "Mommy" she whispered under her breath, while ignoring the pain that stabbed at her with every step she took.

…That was nine years ago, and since then the small girl has grown happily but also with a terrible curse, and the time has come to regain the normal life that has long since faded from her memories.


A/N: Well I know it's really short but I just wanted to establish the first chapter (finally) and see if anyone reading this (who reviews anyway) would like me to continue with it or just give up all hope on it and abandon the cause. If I am to go on though I can't promise updating often because I have school work to do and a big move is coming up so just bare with me please.