A/N:

Angel: Hola everyone!

Everyone: ...

Angel: (To Sakura) What's wrong chika?

Sakura: Everyone. Hates Meeeeee! (sobsob)

Angel: Now that's not true! (To Mimi) Meems, you don't hate Sakura do you?

Mimi: Yea, I do...

Sakura: See?!?!

Angel: Well, um, wait! Hold on! (runs over to Adiru and wakes her)

Adiru: WTF?!?

Angel: Chika, you don't hate Sakura do you?

Adiru: hmmm. Let me see...Ask me after the chapters over...

Sakura: Wahhh!

Angel: Don't worry chika I'll find someone who likes you! (runs out door)

Random guy on street: 00 ?

Sakura: (sniff) Now I'm alone...

Mimi: Hello?

If you think I own Fruits Basket, you need to be taken to a hospital for medical treatment immediately! Go! Now! Well, after you read this chappie...

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Kisa closed the door behind her as she entered her home slowly. She had just gotten back from the police station, where they had to discuss where she would be taken to live after the funeral.

Out of all the Sohmas, why did they have to choose her father? Didn't they know how much he hurt Kisa, or her mother? Apparently not since she was leaving for his home in a few days.

Kisa, being so upset after all that had happened in the past few days, ran down the hallway to her hungry new razor blade. She yanked the tool out of its plastic packaging and placed the blade gently onto her pale skin. She then closed her eyes and started to carve into a 'fresh canvas' on her forearm.

She found happiness in the blade. The blood was her medication for hurt. It gave her such a release of her problems. It felt like when the blood oozed crimson out of her arms, all of the stress in her body went along with it. It just went out of her system.

After twenty minutes and ten cuts later, Kisa started feeling dizzy and didn't know why. Maybe it was from the stress, or maybe it was from losing a bit too much blood, but whatever it was, it didn't make Kisa feel good. She started shaking uncontrollably as she thought to herself, 'Not again.' She had realized. She was shaking from withdrawal to the heroin. The one time she did it, she got addicted.

After a few excruciating moments of blood curdling pain, Kisa's heart rate dropped a little too much, causing her to pass out on the cold tile. The blood still on her arms stained the white tile a soft pink, but Kisa didn't notice. All she saw was pure black.

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Knock Knock!

"Kisa," her mother said to her, placing a three year old Kisa on the bed, "stay in here and be as quiet as you can, okay?"

"Mommy," Kisa whimpered, "I'm scared. Why is da-"

"I don't know sweetheart," her mother interrupted, "I really don't know." Her mother softy kissed the top of her head as a single tear fell down her mother's cheek, Kisa almost duplicating as her mother pulled away from her and walked out her bedroom door.

For what was mere minutes, but felt like hours to a three year old, all Kisa could hear from the hallway was yelling from her parents. She knew her father wasn't a bad person. Not her daddy. From all of the stories Kisa's mother had told her, he was always very sweet, and a little shy. But ever since Kisa's first transformation when she was on the verge of turning two, her father had changed.

He started avoiding her. He would stay out of the house as long as he could, and the few times he did come home, he would either passed out on the couch or screaming a her mother while she was asleep upstairs. Her father had kept all his frustrations bottled up inside, and today, that bottle had been cracked wide open.

"Just stay away from her!" Kisa heard her mother yell. She then heard a 'bang!' and then the breaking of glass. Her mother had been pushed into the glass cabinet. Before she knew it, she lost her brave face and started to cry again. She then heard another loud 'bang!'

She looked up, only to see her father standing in the doorway.

"Daddy?" Kisa choked out, "Why are you doing this?" She then saw her father's eyes darken from brown to almost black. Her dad started walking over to her.

"Don't ever call me 'daddy' again," he yelled at her, making her cry more. He then smacked her across the face. More tears escaped her already swollen eyes, making her cheek sting as they ran down her face. She then felt her father pick her up by the wrist.

She stared at his now black eyes when something caught her eye. Her father was holding something behind his back. Something that glimmered a little in the light. "Please daddy!" Kisa yelled at her father, "Please stop!"

"What did I tell you?" her father started angrily, "I told you to never call me daddy!"

Kisa was then pushed against the bedroom wall, her back facing her father. Her feet dangled in the air as her hands tried to grab something, anything, to prevent from falling. There was nothing there. She then felt her father cut open the back of her shirt, causing the material to fall to the floor. He then placed the blade of the knife he had on the top of her shoulder. More tears fell out of Kisa's eyes. "D-Daddy, please!" Kisa pleaded.

"Didn't I just get finished telling you?!?" her father screamed, "I'm not your father!" Kisa closed her eyes tightly.

Her father then carved a straight line from her shoulder to in between the her two shoulder blades.

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Kisa woke up screaming in pain. She could still feel the blade running straight through her flesh. She shot up off of the floor, gasping for breath and sweating bullets. She then touched her shoulder and pulled the neckline of her shirt down to reveal the small scar.

The sound of the front door opening made her jump back to reality. 'Someone must have heard me scream,' Kisa realized. She quickly pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt back over her arms to hide the cuts, and threw the razor into the wastebasket. The bathroom door then slowly opened.

"Kisa," a man's voice said. It was Hatori, "Are you all right. I heard you scream from outside."

"Oh," Kisa started, "I'm sorry Oji-san! I didn't mean to worry you. I just, um, saw a spider on the floor, that's all!"

"Are you sure?" Hatori asked. Kisa hoped he wouldn't see through her lie.

"Yea!" Kisa replied, putting on a fake smile, "I'm fine!"

"Well, all right," Hatori said, "Let me know if you need anything, all right?"

"Okay!" Kisa answered a little too quickly.

As Hatori started closing the door, his eyes traveled over to the pink stain in the tile. Kisa froze instantly as Hatori looked at her worriedly. He then closed the door.

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A/N:

Sakura: (angst)

Adiru: (snore)

Mimi: (doze)

Angle: (runs in) I FOUND HER!!!

Everyone: Holy Shit!

Adiru: Couldn't this wait till later?

Mimi: And found who?

Angel: Someone who doesn't hate Sakura! (runs off)

Mimi: (to Sakura) Lucky you...

Sakura: (blush) yea...

Angel: (runs back on) Here she is!

Emzy: Jesus, you run fast!

Adiru: 0.0

Mimi: Who are you?

Emzy: Can't you read? Look above you!

Mimi: (looks up) Emzy...I think I'm gonna like this girl!

Adiru: Hey Em, did you read the new chapter?

Emzy: No, I didn't...(reads chapter)

Adiru: Oh crap! Sakura I'm sooo sorry!

Sakura: Nani? (translation: What?)

Emzy: Sakura..!!!!!

Mimi: Oh, you're screwed now.

Sakura: F! (runs away)

Emzy: Get back here!!!

Angel: Maybe I should have brought Maureen in after all...

Adiru: Wahhh! My best friend's gonna die! And it's all my fault!!!

Mimi: Well, that settles it. These notes are chaos!

Angel: I agree...

Mimi: Should we do the end then?

Angel: It's only right...

Mimi: Okay then. Read and Review!

Angel: (brings out lattes and frappichinos) We have Starbucks!