Author's Note: Back. Excuse the formatting in this and all following chapters; my computer has special needs (in other words, it needs some mental help). Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed so efficiently! I appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, the Oregon Trail game, or any protozoans (you'll understand later).

Chapter 1

I Don't Think We're in Japan Anymore

"Ouch!" yelled most of the family as they landed in a heap outside of a large colonial-style house.

"Ow, will you get off of m-" started Kyo, before realizing that none other than Akito had landed on him.

"Well, if it isn't the stupid cat I've landed on." Kyo remained still and silent to avoid any more humiliation in front of the family.

"Where are we?" Asked Shigure.

"Well, by the looks of it, I'd say we're in the 1800s in the U.S.A. somewhere." replied Hatori. Before anyone else could say anything, an old guy who looked a little too modern compared with his surroundings came up to them.

"Hello, and welcome to the reality version of the Oregon Trail. Here you will be able to experience it for yourself. Everything, the good things as well as the bad, is real. Death is a very common event in this game and anyone who dies can't come back until the game is over. The only way out of here is to finish or have everyone die. If you do make it, you get $1,000 in any currency for every person in your caravan still breathing." The old man paused. "Any questions?" he asked.

"How many people to a wagon?" Asked Kureno. "Oh, did I forget that? Well, I did; I seem to do that a lot since-"

"GET ON WITH IT!" Yelled Rin; whose patience had run out at just about the second the pink light had 'ruined' her walk with Haru. The old man gave her the I'm-so-hurt-look, sighed, and continued.

"Five people per wagon, twenty oxen maximum, no more than 1,500 pounds of supplies and no more than 200 pounds of food per hunting trip, anything else?"

There was a long silence. "No, well then, here are the papers for the house." He handed the papers to Kisa since she was the closest person to him. "You'll find the wagons outside tomorrow. Be kind to your neighbors; they're also players. Everyone you meet will be a player. If you lose someone and find a different person stranded, you may take them along with you." With that, the old man vanished with a BANG!

All of a sudden, the streets became alive with other people all scurrying about.

"I don't think we're in Japan anymore…" said Tohru, still unsure as to what to make of this situation.

"No, really." retorted Hiro.

"Kisa, may I have those papers?" Asked Hatori.

"O.K." said Kisa as she handed them over. Hatori started reading them. He stopped suddenly.

"That can't be right…" he muttered.

"May I see them?" asked Yuki politely. He read the papers and yelled, "…No!"

"What?" exclaimed everyone else but Kyo, who was still crushed by the unwilling-to-move Akito.
"According to these papers-" started Hatori,

"I won't let him do this." said Yuki,

"-the house and everything belong to Ayame." Finished Hatori.

"Really?" asked Aaya, trying to be modest. Hatori nodded.

"All right!" yelled Aaya. The passer-bys on the street didn't say anything; similar things had already happened to most of them.

"Why is this happening?" moaned Yuki. He still didn't get along with his older brother and had been avoiding him all vacation.

"Hey! I'm the head of the family!" an angered Akito yelled. A passer-by, whose appearance suggested he had just arrived from a medieval-like world, approached him.

"At least your house doesn't belong to a protozoan." He said and walked off, leaving Akito speechless.

"According to this paper, everyone must listen to everything I say unless they are my age or older." read Ayame.
"Nooooo!" yelled Yuki in a very dramatic way.

"This is going to be so much fun!" said Tohru.

"It also says that dressing like the people of this time is required, as soon as you reach the second fort. You must wear these clothes unless you don't have enough money; then you may wear your regular outfits, they don't want any naked people running around. If you do run around without clothes on other than to bathe, you're disqualified." Ayame paused to glance at everyone's bored faces, Yuki's glare, and Kyo's must-resist-destroying-Akito look. "My first order," Aaya put an extra emphasis on the last word, "will be that Akito cannot use Kyo as a piece of furniture."
"What!" yelled Akito, who had never been bossed around by anyone before, let alone Ayame. "Fine." Akito got off Kyo and went to stand by Yuki and glare at Aaya with him. Yuki, of course, slowly edged away from his arch-nemesis.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go inside our new home for now!" exclaimed Ayame.

After everyone figured out what part of the floor they were claiming (why bother with the furniture if you're leaving the day after tomorrow?) and put out their old-fashioned sleeping bags they had found, everyone said goodnight and went to sleep.

Author's Note: Well, there ya go! Review, s'il vous plait, and until next time, au revoir!