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(A/N: I couldn't think of a song or quote that fit with this chapter, so i didn't put one in. But i'm going to try to have at least ONE song in every chapter. If this annoys anyone, please keep it to yourself. Also, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. PLEASE! I like getting reviews, and so far i only have ONE *sad face* so, readers, get ur BUTTS IN GEAR AND REVIEW!)

{»Transformed Love»}

Inspired By Fruits Basket

Chapter Two: Injured

Leaf

I tried to keep my eyes off them in homeroom, but they were so distracting. May and Drew were always arguing, even after the teacher told them to shut up. Dawn and Paul would have these intense staring contests, right in the middle of class. Usually Paul would win, but you could tell when Dawn did because she did a little happy dance. It was funny to watch. Even though it was kind of stalkerish, it was really fun to watch them interact. Misty beat Ash with a mallet whenever he did something dumb. May and Drew were always arguing. Dawn and Paul were always getting on each others nerves. Dawn would freak out, steam billowing out of her ears. And Gary. Gary would hit on the girl he sat next to, but they never went out or anything. Sometimes, I hated my seat in the back of the class.

"Miss Waterflower." Roarck would bellow, "Would you please stop hitting poor Mr. Ketchum with that large mallet?"

Misty would flash bright red and nod, but right away, when Roarck turned his back, she'd pull out her mallet once again and smack Ash on the head for laughing.

I would laugh along with the rest of the class.

Today, none of the usual banter was going on. Dawn and Paul were giving each other the cold shoulder, but nothing new and exciting was going on in my favorite group.

The bell rang, and I went on to my favorite class of the day. Cooking. I pulled my long hair back and rushed into the classroom.

"Leaf!" Erika, the cooking teacher, greets me as I walk in. I think Erika just likes saying my name. It was so natural, I hated it. But Erika, the natural princess, loved it. "Welcome! Your partner isn't here yet, but you can start the recipe without him." she hands me a green slip of paper and sends me off.

I head to station three and preheat the oven.

"Hey, beautiful." Gary walks up behind me, scaring me so I almost drop the too-sharp knife I'm holding. Gary's greeting for me was flattering, but kind of irritating. He called every girl beautiful.

I still don't get why you took cooking." I tell him, as I hand him things to drop in the mixer. I love talking to him like I know him.

"I told you." Gary smiles as he pats in the flour. "Easy A. Girls. You get to eat the homework."

"It's not - Not so much flour!" I yell, reaching out to stop him, grab his arm or something, but he rips out of my touch. I feel my face go red.

"Sorry, sorry." He mutters, red in the face himself, "I - you scared me."

"Oh." I feel better at once. "Sorry. Not so much flour, next time. And cooking class is not an easy A."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't. Not if you want to not set the whole place on fire, and/or your food to taste good."

"I don't think I'd set the-"

"Not so much flour!" I bark, feeling bossier by the second.

He smiles at me, "Se the place on fire."

I shrug and turn away, "You might. I wouldn't be surprised."

He laughs at that, and I feel accomplished. "So, why are you here, anyways, Leaf Green?"

"At Lilycove?" I ask, suddenly I don't feel so accomplished anymore. Actually, feel small. Small and scared.

"Yeah. Normal people don't really jump on the chance to come to Lilycove. It's kind of small."

"Small?" I ask, laughing at bit, "You think this is small? I come from Floaroma town. Now that's small."

"No wonder you smell so good." Gary muses. I roll my eyes at him. I've gotten that complement before. I smell like flowers wherever I go. I don't mind it though. I don't ever have to wear perfume, because the scent of flowers is permanently etched into my skin.

"Thanks." I tell him, though I'm annoyed by him hitting on me. I don't like it when guys hit on me. I don't like it when Gary hits on me and then his eyes follow the very next pretty thing that walks by. I feel bad thinking of him like that, though, and so I pass the thought on and slip back into normal Leaf mode. "But you really need to loosen up on the flour."

Gary laughs, blatantly too. He tips his head back and lets out a big, big laugh. I smile.

"You're funny, Leaf, you know that?"

And I do.

Cooking class is my favorite class of the day. I love to cook, sometimes it seems as if I fall into a zone when I'm cooking. That nothing else matters.

There is utter silence as I cook. Well, there's the smooth sound of my knife and the gentle hum of the mixture, but everyone else's loud voices seem to fade away.

My mom and I used to cook together all the time. We would make extravagant breakfasts, I remember, when I was little for when my dad would come home.

My dad passed away when I was seven.

Cooking was my mom's escape, too. When she was feeling really down, she'd call me into the room and make me pick out a recipe. While I did, my mom would put on Bon Jovi and dance around the kitchen. Once I picked out a recipe, she'd turn up the music so we could hear it over the mixer and start cooking.

And cook we did. My mom would sing and I would memorize her voice. Even now, whenever I cook, I can almost here my mom's raw singing voice, belting out 'Living on a Prayer.'

I tend to hum the songs while I cook. I am so used to it, I never notice it any more. So, I jump when Gary asks, "What are you humming?"

After a moment of collecting myself, I answer, "Bon Jovi."

"You sing Bon Jovi while you cook?"

"And you don't?" I give him a look. He laughs, and goes back to cutting the fruit into too-big chunks.

I let it go. Just this once.

I kept humming until class was almost over. "Hey, Leaf," Gary asks again, this time I really freak out. My knife clutters to the floor. My hand flies to my heart.

"Dear God, you scared me!" I tell him. I bend down to pick up my knife.

"I got it." Gary offers. I smile and thank him.

"Ow!" The knife falls on the ground again, this time the large blade is crimson. Gary is crouched on the floor, holding his hand.

There is a lot of blood. It flows down his arm and covers his hand.

I feel lightheaded and grab onto the table. I'm not good with blood. I always get lightheaded and faint and things like that. And there is a lot of blood today.

I imagine my mother, so good in situations like these, reaching out to me, coaxing me to help him. My empathetic nature takes over and I kneel down next to him.

"I can help!" I tell him, reach out to grab his hand. He pulls back. "My mother was a doctor!" I say.

"Oh, really?" Gary asks, hiding away from me. He looks at me, brown eyes so full of pain and stands up, "How'd that work out for her?"

For a minute, I can't breath. He takes the second of my hesitation to stand up and run of out the room.

I take my will back and look for Erika, while grabbing a few towels.

"Can I go after him?" I beg, "He's bleeding really badly!" God, you never pick up a knife by the blade. What is he, stupid?"

"Go, then." Erika shakes her hand at me, waving me out the door. I go, quickly too. All the way the only thing I can think is:

He knows?