Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket!
She stood there, watching the three of them leave. They looked back at her and she smiled, waving.
"They'll come back. They said they will," she told herself. She went inside and sat down at the table, infront of the picture of her mother. She let the memories over take her.
"Kyoko! You can't do this!" the man yelled at a red haired woman.
"I can do what ever I want!" the woman, Kyoko, yelled back.
"What about Tohru? Can you leave her?" the man, her husband, asked.
"Yes, if it means I can be away from you!" she yelled, then she stalked across the room and to the closet. She pulled out a trench coat and put it on in a sweaping movement. She ran across the room to the door, where her shoes and a bag awaited her.
She shoved her feet into the shoes, and flung the bag across her shoulders. She stomped outside to the motorcycle that was slowly collecting dust out in the drive way.
"Where will you go?" he yelled at her.
"Any where but here!" she yelled back as she flung her leg over the bike, kicked it on, and drove away, her tail lights flashing her sign, the red butterfly.
Upstairs, the woman's daughter had watched and heard everything. She had watched the Red Butterfly flash in the night.
"Miss Honda!"
She looked up to see her friends, Yuki and Kyo, standing in the doorway, shoes and all. Happiness over took her. Her mom had sent them back.
Sorry for the random Kyoko bag! I was drawing a picture of a sad, little Tohru, and was thinking of the A Solitary New Year episode, and wondering exactly what memory Tohru was thinking of. My messed up idea. But review because you love me!
~Isabelle~