DaisukiMomijiKakeruHaru: Okay, I do not own Fruits Basket. I never will, sadly. I do own my oc, and this plot. This is a oneshot.

Baby Rocks

Momiji Sohma was having an overall terrible day that had started the night before. Tohru and all the other second years were out on their field trip. Haru was skipping school for the day. Something to do with a videogame, but Momiji knew that he was having a hard time with Rin. To top it all off his violin had broken the night before. It would be back to him tomorrow, yet it was still a huge disaster. He couldn't practice at all, and someday Momiji wanted to impress Tohru with a song on his violin. That is, if he could gather the courage to, but that was hard to do. Tohru made him so incredibly happy, and he just wanted to do something nice.

The blond rabbit, at the moment as he remembered all these things, was slowly walking home. His head was hung very low, and his hands were behind his back. Thump. His foot tapped a pepple and he watched as it quickly rolled away from him. Feeling abandoned by the little rock, he muttered, "I'm sorry, baby rock."

A little hand plucked up the pepple. Momiji watched the hand until it stopped just below a face. He looked up at the face. It was a little girl. She had shoulder length beautiful and bright red hair, the color of it remind Momiji of a perfectly ripe apple. The girl had a short nose, chubby cheeks, and thick lashes that were hiding her eyes at the moment as she looked at the pepple in her hand. Her lips were a pale pink and had fruit punch stains on both sides.

" I'll call you Rockfort," she said to the pepple. Her voice was the perfect voice for a little girl. It sounded as if she was the boss, and knew what she was doing. Yet it overflowed with the pure excitment that it was trying to hide. Momiji tilted his head slightly. The little girl lifted her eyes to look at him, as if just noticing him there.

Momiji found himself looking at big brown orbs that were looking back at him questioningly. Momo, Momiji thought. Her eyes are so much like Momo's. The girl suddenly smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Akane Sohma," she said. Momiji straighted up. Slowly, he smiled back at the girl.

"Hello, I'm Momiji Sohma," he said. Her eyes brightened in amazment that she had meant yet another Sohma.

"Do you like baby rocks?" she asked. She tilted her head. Every other Sohma she asked said no. But this blond boy seemed different. She could see kindness in his brown eyes.

"I like baby rocks," Momiji answered, nodding. Akane's smile grew just a little.

"I have lots of baby rocks. Would you like to come see them?" she asked. Her nerves made her clech her hands into tiny fists that she kept near her face. One fist was a tiny bit bigger, due to the fact that Rockfort the pepple was held in that hand.

"Of couse, I'd love to see all your baby rocks," Momiji answered. His smile was his ususal big smile. Akane gave a squel of delight, and grabbed Momiji's hand. Together, they ran off to her house. Both their days had been brighten by the new friendship. Akane silently thanked Rockfort for helping her meet Momiji. While Momiji was glad he had kicked a baby rock.

Thanks for reading! I would like to note that Akane got her name because it means bright red. I'm sorry that it's so short. But I hope you enjoy. Please review.