Angel: Hi all! Okay, I found this today as I roamed around on my laptop. I think I wrote it while I was in 6th grade and never finished it. I did upload it though, but I deleted that account.

Ni: Ooh~, is this the one where you made a character like me?

Angel: Yes, Ni, it is. She even has the same name as you.

Ni: You named her 'Ni'? But I only got that nickname resently...

Angel: Your real name, silly! Well, just your first name.

Ni: Oh, right. I knew that.

Angel: No you didn't. Anyways, there are 8 chapters so far. I'm still working on the 9th, so if you like it so far, I'll finish as soon as I can and upload it.

Ni: -looks over the chapters- These chapters are pretty short.

Angel: Yes, well, I think this was my first ever fanfiction, so the writing style and grammar are different/horrible

Ni: OIC

Angel: No you don't

Ni: -glares at Angel- Untainted-Angel does not own Fruits Basket. Natsuki Takaya does.

Begin Chapter 1

Here's the character descriptions:

Joanne Alanna Wayne

Age: 14

Hair: long, straight, reddish orange. Always in ponytail

Eyes: Stunningly bright green

Danielle Jean Zaire

Age: 14

Hair: Semi-short, brown hair with blonde streaks

Eyes: Brown, slightly almond shaped

And now for the story!

It was late in the afternoon, and HOT! Joanne could hardly stand it, having been born in the winter. But her friend Danielle was perfectly fine, bouncing around ahead of her. They were on their way to Danielle's house from walking around. Joanne watched her friend for a while, her shoulders slumped and her ponytail hanging over her shoulder, reaching down to her waist.

"Danielle, stop bouncing. You're making ME more hot just looking at you…." Joanne complained. Her friend only giggled, enjoying the chance to tease her quiet friend.

"C'mon, Joanne! It's only like, what, 80 degrees? That's not hot." Danielle grinned, an idea popping into her head. "I know! If you beat me to my house, I'll let you read my Fruits Basket books!"

Joanne stared at her. "You mean it?" She asked, becoming a little more lively. Danielle grinned, having caught her friend's attention.

"Yup! I might even let you borrow the second one. You know, the one with Yuki on the cover?"

Joanne grinned back at her evilly and said, "You're on!"

They were about two blocks away form the house. Danielle was in the lead, laughing at her friend. With a burst of speed, Joanne caught up with her, passed her, then stopped, panting, on the porch.

"Well, I won." She said. There was a moments pause, then they both burst out laughing.

"Alright, I'll admit it. You beat me. Now, lets get some water. You can get the book before you leave." Danielle said, entering the house. Joanne followed, her arms hanging limply at her sides. As she entered the house, a wave of cold air swept over her.

"Ahh, that feels soooooo good…." Joanne sighed. She straightened from her slump and followed Danielle into the kitchen, where she had already set two cups on the counter, filled with ice water. Joanne grabbed one and drained it, pressing the cool cup against her forehead when she was done. Danielle drank more slowly, because she was prone to brain freezes like any normal person, unlike her friend. When Danielle was done, they went to her bedroom where they could talk about silly stuff without her parents or sister overhearing. Joanne looked longingly at her friend's bookshelf. Joanne was a bookworm, through and through. Danielle rolled her eyes and hopped onto her bed. Joanne gracefully sat next to her. They sat like that for a moment.

Then, to break the silence, Danielle asked, "Hey, Joanne, what would you do if we got randomly sucked into the world of Furuba?" Joanne looked at her friend, surprised.

"That was random. And don't you already know? I'd make Yuki mine!" She grinned and lay back on her friend's bed, her arm outstretched at her sides. Danielle laughed and copied her.

"You know what I want to do? I want to tease the heck out of Yuki. That'd be fun." Joanne laughed, long and hard. Suddenly, she sat up and winced, clutching her side.

"Ow…." She whimpered.

"Geez, what exactly did you do to you're side?" Danielle asked sympathetically.

" I coughed to hard….Darn asthma…." Joanne sighed and laid back down.

"Coughing is bad for you. You probably cracked a rib." Danielle said jokingly.

"Don't mention that. You know I don't have medical coverage right now….And plus, I've never broken a bone in my life." Joanne said reproachfully.

They talked for a couple hours, then it was time for Joanne to go home. Danielle handed her the book she promised as her friend was getting in her car. Joanne flashed her a smile.

"I'll see you later!"

"Yep! Bye!"

As the car started moving, Joanne rolled down her window and called, "Thanks for letting me borrow this!" She waved the book. Danielle smiled and waved back. Joanne settled back in her seat and sighed. She listened as her parents talked to each other, becoming more and more bored as they neared her apartment. When they arrived home, Joanne went straight up to her room and laid down on her soft bed, clutching the book to her chest. As she lay there, her eyes grew heavy and eventually closed. Her mother peered in, saw her sleeping with a slight smile on her face and shook her head.

"Shouldn't sleep with the light on…" Her mother muttered, turning off the light.

Sometime later, Joanne rolled over, her eyes opening a crack. She remembered falling asleep holding the book, but……

She sat up quickly, then winced again as her side was one massive hurt. After the pain had passed, she looked around her. She was laying on dirt and fallen leaves. All she could see around her were trees and darkness. The book she had been clutching was gone. -Where the heck am I?- She asked herself. She tried to lever herself from the ground, then collapsed with a cry. Her world darkened and she felt pain and the cold wind against her skin….

End Chapter 1

Angel: Well, I think the story line is good...

Ni: I'm sure you do

Angel: ANYWAYS...Please read and review! I wanna know what you think

Ni: I don't! You could be thinking "I want cake" or something like that!

Angel: Ni, I wasn't talking about reading their minds. I meant what they thought of the story

Ni: I knew that