Here is the first chapter of my latest fanfiction. Its only my second one so far. I hope you like it. Stay tuned for the next chapters.
I dont own Fruits Basket or any of the characters - expect, in this case I own Marirra ( Mari ).
I woke up to complete grogginess. I didn't know where I was, or even how I got here. Slowly, I tried to move my arm, but all I could move was my fingers.
"Who am I?" was the first thought that popped into my head, followed by," Where am I?" I could see the sun outside, so I knew that it was daylight, but that didn't help my memory. Footsteps started nearing my door, and soon, standing in the doorway, was a man.
"I see you're finally awake," he said softly. I looked at him quizzically, now, also wondering who he was.
"What?" he asked, still in a soft and caring voice. At first, I couldn't find the strength to speak, so I kept trying to ask the first question I really wanted an answer too. Finally, after a couple tries, my voice came back.
"Who am I?" I asked softly, my voice cracking. He looked at me, a small hint of confusion in his dark but caring eyes, and then realization replaced the confusion.
"You don't remember?" he asked me, and I shook my head, so he continued," Do you remember anything?" Again, I shook my head, and he sighed sadly, then he sat down next to me, and began explaining.
"Your name is Marirra Sohma, you're a member of the Chinese Zodiac, a cursed one – just like a few other of us," he began.
"Marirra Sohma….Chinese zodiac…..cursed…." these thoughts ran through my head a couple times, but I still didn't remember anything.
"Eight years ago, you and your parents where in a car crash – only you survived," he continued after a little while," Ever since, you've been dozing in and out of consciousness – this is the longest you've stayed awake." I nodded slowly, comprehending what he was saying, but still not remembering anything.
"Who are you?" I asked faintly.
"Hatori Sohma," he answered," I'm a doctor, some would say. I stay here at the main house and look after Akito and yourself – but mainly Akito. I sometimes travel to outside houses where other Sohma's live, but stay here most of the time."
"Hatori….Akito….main house…..doctor…." more thoughts ran through my head, but still nothing clicked.
"Hatori!" someone called in an angered tone. He stood up immediately, and then started walking toward the door.
"I'll be back later," he said to me over his shoulder, then disappeared from sight.
"Who was that who called for him? Was that Akito…or someone else?" I asked myself silently. I lay their, completely still, trying to fit together what he was saying, hating myself for not remembering anything.
"Why can't I remember anything?" I asked harsh fully to myself," If I could only remember something…anything..." I looked around the room the best I could without moving my body, only moving my eyes. There was barely any furniture, just a drawer, a small stand, a couple empty shelves, a chair, the window, and then the bed which I was laying on. My eyes went back to the small stand, which was about ten feet away. I saw a picture, but couldn't see who was in it. Slowly, I tried to move again, managing to move my hand a little, but nothing more.
"At least that's a start," I thought ruefully. I didn't notice that a young boy had come to be standing in the doorway.
"Ha'ri was right – you are awake," he said, and if I could move properly, I would have jumped. Slowly, my head moved in his direction, and I saw him clearly.
"So – you probably don't remember me...do you?" he asked, slightly smiling. I shook my head, and he came into the room.
"I'm Momiji," he said, introducing himself, lying down next to me, on his belly.
"Nice to meet you," I say, my mouth a little dry.
"Would you like me to go get you something to drink? Water or something?" Momiji asked kindly, and I nodded. He got up and soon, disappeared around the corner, just as Hatori had.
"Momiji…" I thought, trying my hardest to remember – but still, nothing came to me," I hate this – I want to remember something…anything….Maybe that picture…" I focused on moving each limb separately, and slowly, slowly, I was crawling toward the small stand.
"Why am I so weak?" I thought, then remembered what Hatori had told me," Oh yeah – I haven't really moved my body in eight or so years." Soon enough, I was at the base of the stand, and my arm was slowly moving its way up toward the picture. After a while, though, I felt my body starting to loose what small strength it had, and I had to rest. I laid my arm on the stand, and stayed there, not moving, just breathing. I hadn't heard him return, until I felt myself being lifted up softly and easily up onto the chair beside the table. Hatori had returned, and was examining my face. I felt his cool hand touch my forehead, and realized that I was burning up.
"You should lie back down," he said softly, picking me up with ease again. I didn't complain – I knew how tired and weak my body was. But I really wanted to see that picture.
"Hatori?" I asked, and he looked up at me, after pulling something out of a bag," Can I see that picture?" I nodded my head slowly at the one on the stand, and saw him nod. Swiftly, he got up, walked over to the table, picked it up, and handed it to me as he sat back down by my side. In the picture, was a young couple, probably no older than twenty-five, with a young girl in between them.
"Is this me and my parents?" I asked, and Hatori nodded. I studied the picture, desperately willing for something to jog my memory – but nothing did. Sadly, I sighed, and lay it down beside me, so I could reach for it when I wanted to look at it.
"Here, chew this," Hatori instructed, giving me what looked to be a leaf. I glanced at it quizzically, but shrugged, and done as I was told.
"I'm back!" Momiji's voice was slightly cheerful, and I looked up toward the door. He had two cups of something…and it was steaming.
"Hey Ha'ri," Momiji smiled," It's alright for Mari to have hot-chocolate, right?" I saw Hatori nod and then Momiji set down a cup near me. It smelled so good, but I could barely move my arm to get it.
"Here," Hatori said, reaching into his bag and pulling something else out. He placed a straw into my cup and moved it closer to me.
"HATORI!" the yell came again, this time more agitated, and I saw both Hatori and Momiji look to the room left of me.
"I'll be back later," Hatori said once again, getting up and disappearing.
"Momiji?" I asked, and he looked up at me," Is the person that keeps yelling at Hatori…Is it Akito?"
"Mhmm," Momiji nodded," Do you remember her?"
"No – I just remember Hatori mentioning her earlier," I answered, gaining enough strength to turn myself enough to drink some of the hot-chocolate. It slightly burnt my lip, but I was thirsty, and couldn't remember the last time I had something like this – so I drank it greedily.