Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, only my Ocs. If I did, kyo would be gay and the perfect uke.
Warnings: femslash, slash, the usual for me
Note: Akito is a girl in this, like in the manga (which I haven't read in forever so this story doesn't follow the book or the show, as I barely remember the plot line and half of went on)
Character info:
Name: Misaki Nakamura
Age: 19
Looks human wise: waist length green hair, whiskey colored eyes, pale skin, 5.6
Looks in mermaid form: 'knee' length green hair, whiskey colored eyes, pale skin with a slight greenish tint (it's mostly noticeable when she blushes), dark green fish tail from the waist down, small green colored scales surround her eyes and are along her temples, markings that look like vines entwined circle around her wrist up to her forearm
Chapter One
Misaki cursed as she ran through the forest, dodging tree branches and bushes. The footsteps coming from behind her got louder, meaning they were closer. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance and she glanced behind her to see them 30 feet away and getting closer. She let out a yelp of surprise when she suddenly tumbled out of the forest and into a garden, landing flat on her stomach. Blinking rapidly in confusion and shock, she looked around as she got to her feet. Where was she? She didn't recognize anything around her, but knew she was most likely on someone's private property.
"You there!" she heard a soft voice say, a commanding power hidden in it.
Her head shot up and she stared at the female, who could be mistaken for male, before her. "Uh," she glanced behind her when she heard voices getting closer. "Can I hide inside really quick?"
The woman raised an eyebrow. "Why do-"
"I can? Thanks!"
She started to dash inside but a hand caught the back of her white tank top seconds before arms went around her. Cursing, she tensed and prepared herself for attack. She had been hoping to avoid a fight, but obviously luck wasn't on her side today.
"Finally caught you, beautiful." a male voice whispered in her ear, the arms around her tightening.
She shivered in disgust, trying to inch away subtly.
"Oh, you caught her, Arata." a second male said. "Good. I thought she was going to get away for a moment there. She's pretty fast on her feet for someone of her kind."
Misaki snarled at him, glaring daggers. She struggled in Arata's arms. "Let me go, you fucking bastard or I'll take great pleasure in making you a mutilated corpse!" she yelled.
Arata laughed. "As if you could kill me."
A third male joined them, sending Arata a look of disapproval. "Don't underestimate her. She's a warrior. A powerful one. I can't wait to experiment on her." A gleeful look overcame his features.
"You touch me and I'll make you wish for death while you scream for your god to save you." Misaki hissed, eyes flashing in rage.
The second male laughed. "She loves to shout death threats, doesn't she? So feisty. Let me play with her when your done your experiments, Dai." he said, stroking Misaki's cheek.
Dai nodded. "Of course."
The female on the porch cleared her throat, making the four freeze and look up at her. Her eyes were cold, a cruel glint in them. "You're on private property." she stated emotionlessly.
Arata sneered at her, covering his panic. "And who are you?"
"Sohma Akito, Head of the Sohma family."
Arata froze, eyes wide in fear.
Misaki took the opening and grabbed Arata's arm, proceeding to throw him over her shoulder and onto the ground. She twisted the arm she held sharply, a smooth crack filling the air as she broke it. Arata screamed in pain.
"You fucking bitch!"
Misaki ignored him as she turned to the second male, who paled. She lunged at him, leaping into the air and doing a brutal roundhouse kick to his jaw, dislocating it. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his jaw in agony. Finally, she turned to Dai, who backed away, looking around nervously. She smirked and lunged, doing an uppercut to his ribs before grabbing him by the neck and throwing him at a tree. Dai hit the ground, unconscious. Turning, she walked up to a crying Arata, who was still on the ground. She put her foot on his broken arm and pressed down. Arata let lose another scream.
"Come near me again and you'll discover just how good and creative I am with a knife. Am I clear?" she glared darkly, eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure as she put more weight on the broken limb.
Arata nodded frantically, tears falling from his eyes. "Y-yes."
"Good. Then get the hell out of here and take your men with you before I change my mind and decide to kill you three."
Arata dragged himself to his feet and stumbled to Dai, the second male quickly following him. Misaki turned to the female, Akito, and bowed her head.
"Thank you for helping me." she said.
"I did nothing."
"You gave me an opening. I'm Misaki. It was a pleasure meeting you, Akito."
Akito stared at her for a moment before she held out her hand. "Come. I wish for my doctor to look you over."
Misaki raised an eyebrow. "I'm perfectly fine."
"The blood on your shirt says otherwise."
It was then that Misaki registered the pain shooting through her left hip and side. She winced and lightly grabbed Akito's offered hand. The purple haired female pulled her onto the deck and led her inside, leading her through a series of hallways to a room. She didn't hesitate before entering, dragging Misaki in behind her.
"Hatori, I want you to look this girl over. She's injured." Akito demanded.
A tall, black haired male glanced up from where he was observing a white and black haired teen, who looked like he got into a fight not to long ago. The teen paled when he saw Akito, fear flashing through his eyes. Hatori stared at Misaki, taking in her bloodied side. He motioned to the second hospital bed in the room, which Misaki sat on.
"I have to ask you to remove your shirt." he stated.
Misaki did so without hesitation and glanced at her hip. She observed the wound, ignoring the stares she could feel. They were probably looking at the scars that decorated her body. Misaki sighed in annoyance. "That fucking bastard. This is gonna leave a scar." she muttered.
Hatori wet a facecloth and started to gently clean the blood off. "Haru, can you get my kit? This is going to need stitches."
The black and white haired teen got off the other bed and grabbed a first aid kit of the table. He silently handed it to Hatori, who thanked him, before he sat down again, nervous. Akito watched silently as Hatori cleaned the wound with alcohol and got ready to stitch the gash.
"Do you want me to numb-"
"No, I'm good. I've stitched myself up before so I'll be able to tolerate the pain." Misaki cut Hatori off.
The man nodded, sending her a curious look. He started stitching the wound closed, slightly surprised when Misaki didn't make a sound. When he finish, he put a bandage over it and cleaned up the supplies, setting the kit on the table once again.
"May I ask what happened?"
Misaki shrugged. "The usual."
Akito raised an eyebrow. "That happens often?"
The green haired girl nodded. "Yup. Usually I'm able to escape, but sometimes they catch me and I'm forced to fight. Like today."
"You don't like fighting?" Haru asked, curious.
"That's the thing. I love fighting. But I get carried away more often then not and become a bit... bloodthirsty. My vicious side comes out." Misaki explained. "Anyway, I'm Misaki, Misaki Nakamura."
"Hatsuharu Sohma, but I go by Haru."
"A pleasure, Haru." she turned to Hatori. "And you?"
"I'm Hatori Sohma."
Misaki nodded, smiling. She looked around. "Does anyone have a shirt I can borrow? I don't feel like putting my tank top back on."
Haru shrugged out of his black shirt and handed it to her. "You can borrow this."
She beamed at him and slipped it on. "Thanks."
"Misaki, where do you live? I can have Hatori take you home." Akito said, approaching the girl.
Misaki wrinkled her nose in distaste. "No way in hell I'm going home. My mother's gonna bitch at me again about how I'm 'un-lady like' and how I'm always sneaking off and getting chased by perverted assholes who want to experiment on me cuz I'm differnt. Then she's gonna rant about how I should be more like my younger sister which will lead to a fight which will then lead me to trying to strangle her. And I'm really not in the mood for her bitch fits. I'm 19, I can do what I want."
The three stared at her.
"... Y-you tried to strangle your mom?" Haru asked in disbelief and astonishment.
"Numerous times. My family has issues and I may or may not be slightly insane." Misaki grinned widely at them.
Akito smirked. "I've decided I like you."
Hatori and Haru sent her looks of horror and shock.
Misaki beamed. "Aw! I like you too!" she kissed the other's cheek.
Hatori and Haru's jaws dropped, Haru looking a bit faint. Akito blinked in surprise before a barely there smile graced her lips. Hatori cleared his throat.
"So, uh, where will Misaki be staying then?" he asked.
"She will stay here." Akito said.
"Can I room with Haru or Akito?"
Haru gawked with surprise while Akito's eyes narrowed. She didn't want Misaki alone with Haru in his room due to the possible attraction they could feel for each other.
"Absolutely not! You are a female while both Haru and Akito are male." Hatori stated firmly.
Misaki raised her eyebrows. So they think Akito is male? Well, whatever, I can keep her secret. "So?"
"What do you mean so!? It's improper for a female to-"
"I'm a lesbian."
Hatori fell silent, eyes wide. "Oh. Then I suppose you can room with Haru."
"Yay!" she jumped up. "I've always wanted a brother!" she hugged Haru tightly, frowning when he tensed up. She looked at him with confusion. "Do you not like hugs?"
"Misaki," Akito started slowly.
Misaki turned to her. "Yeah?"
"Hug Hatori."
"Um, okay." She hugged the tall male with confusion. "Why am I hugging Hatori? Not that I don't mind, I love hugs."
"I don't understand. Is she immune to the curse, or has it been broken?" Akito muttered to herself.
"What curse?"
The three tensed and looked at her. Akito looked conflicted for a moment before she sighed.
"I guess I'll tell you, as you'll be living here from now on."
Hope you like it! This has been floating around my head for a month now and I finally decided to write it. I'll be writing/posting another Vampire Knight story soon.