Disclaimer: Alas, I cannot afford to buy Fruits Basket, so it is not mine. I wish I was a billionaire. **Sigh**
Notebook
"After serving her father, Kora went upstairs and wrote down the poem."
Kora was distressed. Very distressed. Her notebook was missing. The one with every poem, every story she had ever written. It was gone. She had come home from school with a new story idea, a Full Metal Alchemist and Bleach crossover, and she couldn't find it anywhere.
She clearly remembered putting it in the top drawer of her ancient, falling-apart wood desk that morning, after re-reading the poem for the millionth time. It wasn't there. She searched her whole room, up and down.
She finally gave up, and collapsed, exhausted, on her squeaky cot. She had only been laying there for a few minutes, before her father arrived home and called her downstairs.
Kora stumbled sleepily into the entryway, where her father stood, holding her notebook.
"Hi dad, how was-" Kora stopped short, comprehending what she had just noticed. He was holding her notebook.
Her dad, seeing Kora staring at his hands, waved the notebook in the air and bellowed, "THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME! VAMPIRES? DEAD SPIRITS? ZODIAC? ALIENS? ALCHEMISTS? NEXT IT WILL BE FAIRIES AND UNICORNS! NO! I WON'T ALLOW IT! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE ALWAYS SCRIBBLING ALL OVER YOUR ARMS!"
For emphasis, he grabbed her arm, which still had the poem scrawled on it, and used it to fling her across the room, slamming her into the couch. She sat there, knowing from experience that running was useless, and fighting back hurt.
"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO HELP ME RUN THIS HOUSEHOLD IF YOU'RE ALWAYS WRITING THIS SHIT?"
He ripped her notebook in pieces, sending pages flying. She caught one, and glanced at it, it was a poem she had written months ago, about Kyo. Half the words had been torn off, but
her favorite part was still there.
His facade of strength
Rarely wavers
But when it does
A true man shows through.
He can feel weakness,
He can feel sad
He can feel compassion,
And he can feel love.
Nobody loved him,
Until onigiri rolled around.
She loved him,
And taught him how to love.
Their lips meet
in a solemn kiss
ignoring perverted comments
and random hisses.
She had just finished reading the last stanza available, when her dad pulled it from her hand, and directed her upstairs.
Even more tired now, she almost instantly fell asleep.
A/N: Yes, this one was a shorter one. It's a cliffhanger! Dun dun dun! What will happen next? I know. Karafu probably knows too. What do YOU think is going to happen? Review and tell me!
Freakyvampirecatgirl: Yeah. It was short. Oh and Sarianfu? The proper way to say it is "dun dun duuuuunnnnn" not this "dun dun dun" business!
Sarinafu: **Scoffs** I don't need to do it the cliche way!
Freakyvampirecatgirl: I just got tired of my own name...
Sarinafu: Freak, Kara, or your REAL name?
Freak: Freak works. Call me anything except my real name. Never say your name on the Interwebz, silly!
Sarinafu: Well, I use my real name occasionally because, come on, Sarah is like, the most popular name EVER for thirteen and fourteen year olds. =/
Freak: True. So true. My name's not common though... Hmpf!
Sarinafu: Because your mother is from Latvia.
Freak: True, true. We have how many ch. to get through? 4?
Sarinafu: I'm almost done typing up chapter 6. Then I need to type up chapter seven. And then I need to write chapter eight.
Freak: Should we end the dialogue here? Mayhaps?
Sarinafu: But we didn't say anything ridiculous and stupid!
Freak: JUST MOVE ON! THIS CHAPTER WAS SAD(ish) ENOUGH NO MERIT NO LOLZFULNESS IN THE ENDINGS!
Sarinafu: Fine. **Pout** Do they have a pout emoticon?
Freak: No, no pout. And this is in bold, so putting "*" around things won't bold it, just is there. No emoticons at all, in .
Sarinafu: No I mean like ^_^ and =3 and =D and qo-l:
Freak: You can write them, and people know what they mean, but they don't morph into anything. THEY AREN'T POSSESED!
Sarinafu: I know, Igoogle is the only website that makes them possessed.
Freak: Let's just go to next chapter!