Summary:
Kora's perfect FanFictions go wrong, and she is plunged into the world of Fruits Basket and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. Tohru is hospitalized, and Kora must overcome Akito's wrath, break the curse before time runs out for Tohru, keep her origins a secret, and deal with romantic drama.
T for violence, swearing, and some adult themes.
Fruits Basket and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya crossover
Comedy/Romance
KyoxOC, KyonxTohru, YukixAkito, HaruxHaruhi
A/N: My first FF! Hope you like it! and please PLEASE review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, or any of its characters, or even the mere scent of the book. It all belongs to its rightful owner who's name I just completely forgot. =/
Not Right
Kora frowned at her notebook. This wasn't right. Kyo was supposed to fall in love with Hana, and Tohru was supposed to fall in love with Yuki. This was a FANfiction. She could write the story how she wanted to. So why was Kyo kissing Tohru? Kora ripped the page out of her notebook and tossed it, adding to the piles that had missed the garbage can. She fell back onto her small cot.
Fruits Basket used to be her escape, her way out of the hell that she dared to call her real life. But recently, Fruits Basket was just as bad. Her stories, the ones where everyone rode off into the sunset, had disappeared, and in their place came torrents of hate and fury. Even Ayame started kicking royal ass.
"Kora! Come make dinner!" Kora's dad's voice echoed up the long, metal staircase to the dank, dark attic. Where Kora resided. Lovely.
Sighing, the young girl with unnaturally bright red hair trudged down the steps into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, and pulled out pasta and tomato sauce
A/N: Yes, she keeps the pasta in the refrigerator. And yes, she then proceeds to boil it. It's called reheating, people. She put the pasta on the stove to boil, and did the same with the sauce. As it cooked, she was struck with inspiration. She grabbed a marker and began inscribing on her arm:
The tears of the God
Stream down the walls
He screams.
There is nowhere to run
He cannot hide from
His destiny.
The world crumbles
The curse breaks
They are free.
But not God, no,
His precious people
Have left.
His fury overwhelms
He cannot control
The monsters.
They break free of their chains
They rage and fight their way
To the girl.
The girl, the savior, the protector of all
Is beautiful and cares
About the outcast.
She loved him, and was willing to die for him.
But in the end, there really was no need
Just being willing completed the deed.
One crucial kiss, a forbidden one
Saved the world from death
By God's stiff grasp.
But God still had his rage
That wanted the girl, and
The girl fled.
Inevitably, the girl tired
And the dogs arrived
Rabid with anger.
Ready to go into death
The girl sat and waited
For pain.
But the twelve and one
Were there to protect
Their savior.
They fought the dogs,
Tore them down,
Killed them.
They showed the girl
That all was okay
And safe.
The twelve and one were free
Never again to be
Cursed.
What the heck? Kora wondered. Sure, she was a fairly quick writer, but that poem took up both of her arms. And she had written it in, she glanced at the clock, five , five minutes?
Holy shit! The pasta was almost not salvageable. She strained the pasta, put about a quarter in one bowl, and the rest in another and covered them in sauce. Then she took the bigger portion out to her dad. He was watching TV in their homey living room. It had a rustic country theme. When she was younger, Kora would pretend she was a maid,and help her mom clean the house. Of course, that was before the tragic accident five years ago. Now she cleaned it alone.
Flashback
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It was Christmas Eve, and Kora, her Mom, her Dad, and her little sister Kiki were driving home from a family dinner, they were all full and happy. The car smelled of the left over pie they were taking home. Of course, Dad was a little drunk, but that was to be expected. He was still plenty merry. The roads were icy, and it was snowing. They didn't have chains on their wheels, but that worried nobody. It was Christmas- nothing bad could happen.
Then out of nowhere, a car barreled into the passenger side, flipping Kora's car over the guard rail, and sending the other car into a tree. The man in the other car, who was already dying of alcohol poisoning, was killed instantly. But Kora's family was thrown down the mountain side. A rock broke the passenger window, giving Mom a fatal head injury. Kiki, who's seat wasn't properly installed, was hurtled out the broken window. She also died.
In the span of two minutes, ten years of joy was killed. Kora knew life would be different after the accident. But she never, ever, thought, even for a second, that the result would be years of abuse, hate, and anger from her father. She went from Jasmine to Cinderella in seconds. A/N: Yes, I am talking about Disney princesses. And yes, I am a hypocrite. I have never seen Aladdin or Cinderella.
After serving her father, Kora went upstairs and wrote down the poem.
A/N: I know it was a really really really long chapter because of the poem please don't hurt me! **Hides under desk** I also know the poem was crap… but I need to find a way to get the message across, and its easier to write a poem then a song. Review Review Review Review! I don't care what you say just review! Or I shall have to send my HAPPY MONKEY after you. **Cackles evilly while stroking evil monkey fondly.**
Freakyvampirecatgirl:...When did you get an evil monkey?
Sarinafu: NORTH DAKOTA'S EVIL MONKEY CO. WHERE ELSE?
Freakyvampirecatgirl: I was better off not knowing.
Sarinafu: You just made me spit cornybread (yeah, I did go there!) on my keyboard! I send HAPPY MONKEY after ye!
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Let's put "HAPPY MONKEY" as HM, ne? Or shall we give...it...a name?
Sarinafu: HIS name is HAPPY MONKEY. Originally he was merely "Moe the Monkey" but that is boring!
HAPPY MONKEY: *eats banana*
Freakyvampirecatgirl: So, when you readers review, please tell me what to call that...thing...whether it be HM, Moe, Quentin, Wasabi, Ezerbeth, Rebecca, (Sarinafu's comment: HE IS NOT A GIRL!) Terimna, Yurina, (I KNOW THAT BUT OH WELL) Uko, Irio,(#^&$ YOU !&$#) Opino, Potato, Albert, Sasquatch, Derek, Fred, Gerald, Honala, Jerald, Kevin-dee-lee-bop, Lutherain, (!^$* YOU TOO!) Zerach, Xuanti, Cake, Vlod, Bastlard, Nellr, Mr. Sunshine, OR Tormented Monkey of Doom, which would be TMOD for short.
Sarinafu: Hell no, message HER what you wanna name HAPPY MONKEY. I'd rather have NORMAL REVIEWS thank you.
(Btw: this was a real conversation between me and Karafu, aka Freakyvampirecatgirl. We decided that in order to achieve are mission of making you LOL, ALOL, LMAO, LMFAO, ROTFL, ROTFLMAO, ROTFLMFAO, so on and so on and so forth including all the cuss words you would like, we should include this.)
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Yeah. I have editing rights on the document as it is being written in Google docs. Therefore, I write and she sees what I write and I see what she writes. She's the storyteller, I'm just an editor.
Sarinafu: Because she is more experienced with FF, I am a new user. Apologies. (This is the perfect Ritsu moment, but he is busy committing suicide so I will save that for later.)
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Yeah. Ritsu would probably be more panicked and apologise a lot more.
Sarinafu: Well, then he can be all panicked if he pleases. After Shigure coaxes him off the roof.
Freakyvampirecatgirl: WE ARE SIAMESE IF YOU PLEASE~ WE ARE SIAMESE IF YOU DON'T PLEASE~ WE ARE FORMER RESIDENTS OF SI-AM~ THERE IS NO FINER CAT THAN I AM~
Sarinafu: Oh, gods, Kara that is stuck in my head now. It is almost 1 am and I have to get up at 10 tomorrow. I probably won't get ANY sleep. Not with that repeating over, and over, and over, and over.
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Whoops. Sorry. It's playing in mah headphones RIGHT NOW!
Sarinafu: Fail. Kara. Ultimate FAILAGE.
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Fail-age? How so?
Sarinafu: I don't know. Good-night.
Freakyvampirecatgirl: GOOD NIGHTY NIGHT EVEN THOUGH IT IS TECHNICALLY MORNING!