Hello all. My name is Reno's Girl 365…Okay, that's not really my name, but stick with it anyway! Alright, this is my first fan fiction, so don't be too hard on me. Criticism is welcomed and appreciated, just not flames. Also, the new and totally- of- my- own-creation character is named Kaital; I just thought you should know that her name is pronounced Cay-tall. Anyway, here's what you clicked on this link for, my first story, Without Home

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. But I wish I did because I would have Yuki tied up in my basement so no girl could ever look at him again except me! (Yes, I know I'm crazy)

CHAPTER 1: "LOOK, THERE'S A HOBO ON YOUR PORCH"

Kaital looked awful. Her once perfect long red-gold hair lay in knots and all sorts of forest debris had grabbed onto it with spindly arms. Dirt caked to her once porcelain skin, turning it a dingy brown. The only thing that was the same as it was two years ago were her eyes. Her amber-yellow eyes looked out into the vacant maze of trees and rocks that Kaital could see behind her as she looked at her reflection in the lake. "I've really let myself go…" her smooth but weak voice spoke to no one but her reflection.

Cold and hungry. As night came, these feelings that had been with Kaital for a while worsened. Noises of unknown origin came from every angle, making Kaital's heart thump loudly with fear. As the noises worsened, she began to run. Her legs sprinted as fast as her weak body would take her. Could they hear her heart beating faster as she ran? The noises soon died and Kaital collapsed onto the ground. The dark clouds overhead released their weight, letting rain fall to the ground. After lying on the ground for, what seemed like, forever, Kaital felt even colder as her tattered clothes clung to her skin from rain. She had to find shelter. As her thin arms pulled her up into a sitting position, Kaital could see lights of a house in the distance. Kaital didn't care that she had no idea who lived there, shelter was the only thing on her mind.

Her limbs were heavy with her damp clothes when she finally reached the house. The roof hung over the porch of the house, so Kaital took a on the dry porch. Her eyelids were heavy with sleep the second she sat down on the dry wood surface. She felt her back against a wooden wall as she drifted off to sleep.

"Shigure, Yuki, Kyo, anybody, come quick!" The sound of an overreacting teenage girl awoke Kaital from her deep sleep. As she wearily opened her eyes, Kaital saw a long stream of chocolate-brown hair dash off into the house. Kaital thought running, but her legs were still soar from the last run she had. "That's what happens when you run after not eating for days, I supposed." Kaital smiled and laughed slightly at her stupidity.

The smile was still fresh on her face when three boys and the still slightly frantic girl dashed out onto the porch. "Look!" the girl pointed at Kaital as the other boys looked oddly at her. Kaital turned her head to look at the men. One of the boys was certainly not happy to be awake and was slightly drifting back to sleep as he stared bemusedly at her. The other two were fully awake, but just as bemused. "Yes, look, there's a hobo on your porch." Kaital laughed slightly again. She sighed and stood up, winching at the pain in her legs. "I'm sorry for disturbing you." Kaital turned and began to hobble off, clutching her growling stomach.

"Wait, you don't have to go." The girl was clutching her arm. "I'm pretty sure I do, miss." Kaital tried to be polite, even though it wasn't her strong suit. "I'm sorry for waking you up. How about I make you some food to make up for it?" The girl was smiling kindly at her, which was new to Kaital. "Um…I don't want to trek dirt into your house…" Kaital said. "No problem! We'll just clean you up then!" The girl pulled on Kaital's arm slightly forcefully. Not wanting to be rude, or turn down an offer for a meal, Kaital walked sullenly into the house.

That's where I'll leave it for now. I want to get some reviews before I start the next chapter. Again, comments and criticism is appreciated. Hell, I'll even take idea for the next chapter! But please, please, no flames. Flames burn, both metaphorically and literally!