Hey guys! Wow, it's the second chapter already. Thank you so much for reviews on the prologue, I'm glad you all liked it! I tried updating on Friday and Saturday, but FF was down so I had to wait until today, but at least it's up now. And to answer some questions, everything in both the book and movie will be in this story (I'll at least try) and I'm also going to throw in some of my own scenes. All in all, this should be a pretty good story! So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the first chapter... And don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket (created by Natsuki Takaya), the novel A Walk To Remember (written by Nicholas Sparks), or the movie A Walk To Remember (directed by Adam Shankman). I do, however, own all of the English released volumes and DVDs, a copy of the novel, and a copy of the DVD.

"Her Miracle"

by Swaying Cherry Blossoms

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Accident

There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.

- Napoleon Bonaparte

I don't know why I went along with what had happened that night, but I guess I just did. It might have been Fate, even, or else I probably wouldn't be sitting here telling you this story.

I had driven out of town to a water tower to meet four of my friends. We were, you could say, "welcoming" a new kid to our school.

You see, I was part of the popular crowd in high school. Everyone knew who my friends and I were, partially because we got into trouble a lot, but mainly because we were the cool kids. Almost everyone wanted to be friends with us. Once that new guy learned that and tried to do what the other kids in our school did everyday–which was try to act cool and perform stupid stunts and crack supposedly funny jokes just so my friends and I would notice them–we decided to play a little game with him.

The plan went like this: the guy, who's name was Yuki, had to belly-flop from the water tower into a swamp-like lake. If he didn't chicken out and he actually made the jump, he would be officially part of our group. If he chickened out, well, let's say he would've been sorry that his parents had ever made that move to Higashine in the first place.

When I got out of my car I was greeted with a high five by my best friend Momiji. The other three–Hatsuharu, Rin, and my ex-girlfriend Kagura–were all seated on the hood of a car, taking swigs of beer from bottles that Rin had stolen from the refrigerator back at her house. When I went over to them, Haru offered me a sip of his beer. I gladly took the bottle from him and brought the tip of it to my lips, letting the fizzing liquid flow rapidly down my throat, and then handed it back to him. "Hey guys," I said.

"Yo," Haru greeted me. He and Rin had been on-and-off as a couple, so when I saw her climb into his lap and grin when he began to run his hand over her bare stomach–Rin wore revealing clothing–I knew that they were on for the time being. "Hey," Rin said as she closed her eyes and leaned back her head in the ecstacy of Haru's touch. She took a long sip of her beer.

"Kyo-kun!" Kagura squealed. Before I had a chance to move, or let along speak, Kagura had jumped off the car and trapped me in one of her many life threatening embraces. Did I mention I wasn't too fond of them? "Shit! Calm down, Kagura! Get offa me!" I demanded with what little breath I had.

At the beginning of our relationship, I liked Kagura, I really had. She was the one who introduced me to my popularity in the first place. When I first entered elementary school I knew absolutely no one and I would play outside on the playground by myself. One day Kagura came strolling along and sat by me and asked if I wanted to play with her. I was hesitant at first, but then I started to enjoy her company every recess, and we soon became good friends. As we got older we became friends with Haru and Rin, and then we met Momiji and he became one of the only people I could trust with my life. Momiji was probably like the brother I never had, being that I don't even have any siblings.

Anyway, as we got into middle school, the friendship I had with Kagura began to grow. I was convinced that I had fallen in love with her and we went steady for two and a half years. Things started to get out of hand though after the two year mark. Kagura would never give me personal space, and I found myself more irritated and aggravated around her than when I was around anyone else. I broke up with her in the spring of our freshman year in high school, but we still kept our friendship together, which had meant the most to me despite the fact that I used to make out with the girl in the back of my father's car. But I tried not to think about that after we broke up.

"Whoops, sorry!" Kagura apologized with a giggle, followed by a hiccup. I rolled my eyes as she let go of me, ignoring the fact that she was on the borderline of being drunk. Momiji had joined us now, with his own bottle of beer, and together we all sat on the hood of the same car, waiting for the new guy to come.

"I bet you guys all the money I have that he won't even show up," Momiji said. "It's already ten-fifteen, and we told him to be here by ten."

"Give the guy a chance," Haru said as Rin began to nibble on his ear. "He's new. He probably got lost on his way here or something."

"Or, he chickened out," Momiji said.

"Well, if he doesn't come," Kagura started, jumping off the hood of the car again. She began to dance as if there was an imaginary record player playing a song inside of her head. "Then I wanna go back to the school! That dance was pretty good, considering all of the other school dances suck."

As he watched Kagura dance, Momiji clapped. He was one of the more playful, immature members of our group.

While Kagura danced, Momiji clapped, and Haru and Rin made out on the hood of the car, I was suddenly blinded by the headlights of a car that was headed toward us. "Hey guys," I said. "I think he's here."

"Great!" Momiji said as he took one last gulp of his beer before tossing the bottle he held into a nearby patch of weeds and jumping off the car. "I guess I lost my bet, but who cares! It's not like any of you took up my offer." He laughed to himself.

I paid no attention to Momiji, however. I watched as Yuki got out of his car, cooly and casually as if he was already one of us. I had to admit, I would've mistaken him for a girl if I hadn't already known he was a guy.

Yuki was tall and slender with violet eyes and grey hair that shone in the moonlight, making it look almost silver. His face was pale and his cheeks were a light tint of pink. If you asked me, he was too girly to be friends with us. For all we knew, the guy was probably gay.

Kagura didn't seem to mind apparently, for out of the corner of my eye I saw her gape at him, her eyes filled with admiration.

All I could think about was what the hell it was that made her find him so appealing.

"You're late," Haru said, his voice wheezing from his lip-lock session with Rin. She had slid off the hood of the car, tossing back her extremely long black hair over her shoulder as she discarded her bottle of beer in the same place Momiji had. "Wanna beer?" she asked Yuki.

"Oh, no thank you," Yuki declined. The guy seemed too damned polite to be in our group, too. "And I'm sorry I'm late. To be honest, I wasn't too sure if I should have come or not..."

"What's the matter?" Haru demanded. Haru had a tendency of teetering personalities. When he was calm and mellow, he was White Haru, or just Haru. But when he was sarcastic, rowdy, and out of control, like he got when Rin decided to suddenly break up with him, he was known as Black Haru. At the moment, I think he was leaning more toward Black Haru because of the fact that Yuki was late, and that he was hesitant about even showing up.

I knew that guy must've had some sort of feminine streak in him.

"Were you gonna chicken out or something?" Haru continued. By now he was up in Yuki's face, which I thought was kind of funny, but I decided to pull him back, just in case he tried anything. All we really wanted–or at least, I wanted–was to get the whole belly-flop thing over with and get the hell outta there. In the end, if Yuki did make the jump and everything was alright, we probably weren't going to let him in our group. It was likely that we would end up making some excuse, or just plain ditch him while he was in the water. The whole thing was just for our entertainment, anyway. It was always fun messing with the new guy.

"Hey, come on," I said as I pulled Haru away. "Let's just get this over with. I think the beer's getting to your head, Haru."

"Yeah, but sometimes that can be a good thing," Rin commented. I made a face once I realized what she meant, but I followed her, Kagura, and Momiji as they started for the water tower. Haru and Yuki walked behind me.

When we reached the tower Haru explained the whole scenario to Yuki once more. "All you gotta do is climb up to the tower, jump off, then get out of the water. If you do, then that's it; you're one of us."

"That's it?" There was a tone of relief in Yuki's voice at his inquiration. When we all nodded, Yuki looked up at the water tower and took off his shirt, revealing another one, to my own relief, underneath. "If it makes you feel any better," I said, taking off my pants to unveil a pair of shorts–I was well planned out for this whole thing–"I'm gonna jump with you too."

"Really?" Yuki sounded even more relieved. "Do you know how deep it is?"

"I don't know," I said with a smirk, taking off my sneakers and socks. "Let's find out."

I led Yuki to the ladder of the water tower and began to climb. Yuki followed quickly after me, for I could hear the clanking of his hands and feet against the rusty metal the ladder was made of. When we got to the top and looked down at the lake from the platform we were on, I saw Yuki lose what little color he had in his pale face.

"That looks, um, pretty high," he said, swallowing the way people usually do when they're nervous. "Come on, it's not that bad," I reassured him. Well, I was actually lying, since I didn't really know how bad the jump was, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

I gave Yuki a few minutes to collect himself, to, you know, be courteous. Finally, after what I thought was a courteous-enough amount of time, I said, "Ready? 'Cause I am."

"Yeah, I-I think so."

"Okay." I began to count, "Three ..."

Yuki took a deep breath.

"... Two ..."

And another.

" ... One ..."

And another.

"Jump!"

At my command, Yuki jumped off the platform, plummeting hard into the water. He sure did one helluva belly-flop, that's for sure. Everyone heard his body smack against the water and I felt myself wince at the thought of what it might've felt like.

But nevertheless, I cheered along with my friends. You had to give the guy credit for practically throwing himself into the lake like that.

We continued to cheer, the five of us, even as Yuki's body rose up to the surface of the water. It was turned over though, so all we could see was his back. At first we thought he was joking around with us, you know, by making it look like he wasn't conscious or something.

"Oh my God!" Kagura cried after his body remained in the same position after another minute. "Kyo-kun, he's hurt! He's hurt! Go help him!"

"Shit!" I cursed as I hurried down the ladder, soon realizing that Yuki wasn't joking around. I threw myself into the lake, stubbing my foot on a large metal object. I winced with pain, but I still swam over to Yuki.

"I knew we shouldn't have done this, Haru!" Rin shouted, giving her boyfriend a shove. Haru ignored her. "Hurry up Kyo!"

"Kyo, go get him! Come on!" Momiji called out.

When I reached Yuki I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his head up out of the water. Blood covered his face completely, and as I starting to bring him over to the dock, as water-logged as I already was, I felt my injured foot brush against what could only be a metal pipe. I concluded that Yuki had collided with the pipe during his fall, resulting in his bloody face.

It wasn't that hard to bring Yuki back to the dock, seeing how he was pretty light in weight. Momiji helped me haul him up onto the dock, and I climbed up after him. Kagura, Rin, and Haru had already ran to their cars and drove away because there was suddenly the sound of sirens coming in the direction of the water tower.

I leaned over Yuki's stagnant body, tapping his face and calming him down. He spit up bloody water which dribbled down his shirt, causing me to make a disgusted face. The sight was a very gruesome one, but I wasn't going to just leave the guy there, knowing that I had done that to him.

"Kyo, come on," I heard Momiji say. He tugged on the sleeve of my shirt, trying to get me to leave. "Get outta here!" I snapped at him. "Go, I got it!"

And he listened to me.

I turned back to Yuki, who was now wheezing and moaning. Both of my hands were on his face, and I tried to hush him as best as I could. I saw his eyes barely open as he slowly lifted up his head, and then when he saw my face, he lowered it back onto the dock.

The sirens then grew louder, and I ran for it.

As I hurried to my car, I saw a police car swing into the parking lot of the water tower. I quickly opened my car door, thrust myself inside, and started it up. Turning the wheel vigorously, I drove away from the water. The policeman had driven in front of the parking lot exit, blocking my only escape. I thought quickly and then drove onto the grass, speeding away from the swat car.

That didn't stop the stubborn driver, however. He followed me onto the grass and soon enough we were in what some people might have a called a car chase. I stepped on the gas as hard as a could, my old car moaning as it went as fast as it was capable of, but the police officer caught up with me. He eventually drove in front of me, causing my car to swerve into an oil can. The collision caused the can to split, one half of it flying into the windshield of my car. The window cracked and a piece of glass went flying into my forehead, fortunately only resulting in a big, bloody cut. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the officer stepped up to my car.

"Put your hands on the wheel son," he told me.

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- Swaying Cherry Blossoms