welcome to the real first chapter of my newest 'Fruits Basket' fanfiction. I just wish that I knew what to title it. this first chapter is a full-on two-hundred-eighty-three words worth of pure storyline, minus, of course, the headnote written by yours truly, right here, and the disclaimer in the following paragraph. don't get me wrong about this. I mainly wrote this fanfiction because I was pretty disappointed in the play from the second-year culture festival in the 'Fruits Basket' series. I guess I just wanted to write my own version of a 'Cinderella' story with the 'Fruits Basket' characters in order to vent because of just how... frighteningly disturbing I found 'Cinderella-ish' or 'Sorta Cinderella' or whatever it was supposedly titled to be the first time I had ever seen it in the manga. as much as I liked the rebooted anime better than the original anime, there were definitely certain things in the new and more accurately followed anime that I secretly wished that the producers of the new anime had left in the manga and gone with just recycling old storylines from the original anime instead. I know that it was not featured in the reboot anime from 2019, but I really think that the producers of the 2019 anime could have done a lot better at what the students of Class 2-D had put on for their second-year culture festival. OK, I guess that that's enough venting from me. time for the disclaimer.
disclamation: I do not own the 'Fruits Basket' anime in any way, shape, or even form... except for as books of the manga series and its sequel, 'Fruits Basket Another', and on Bluray/DVD combopacks for the new 2019 anime. in terms of owning the production values, however, I own nothing. all ownership rights are reserved for Natsuki Takaya-san and the folks of TV Tokyo in Japan. in the US of A, the series' production is owned by the folks of the FUNimation Anime Company.
A ton of oni ogres, witches, wolves, a giant, etc. had all gathered to the gates of Prince Yuki Sohma's palace. Just upon the balcony, six teenage girls stood over every last one of the villains. It seemed as though the group of girls' leader with the long mane of charcoal grey hair tied up in frilly ribbons was the only one to speak to hers, her best friend and all four of her female underclassmen's new minions.
Charcoal-grey-haired girl: Evil-doers of our kingdom, we're always the losers, the bad guys. Is that fair? No! Well, starting tonight, I give you 'Happily N'Ever After'!
Then the charcoal-grey-haired girl and her friends all let forth an evil cackle like that of a group of witches.
Suddenly, a voice came forth and interrupted the story.
Voice: Hold it, hold it, hold it! Would the owner of a light blue Toyota with an Okinawan license plate please move your vehicle? You're parked in a 'Tokyoites-only' zone. Thank you. While I have your attention…
The guy behind the voice suddenly zoomed in on the girls on the prince's balcony.
Young male voice: You see those girls, there? They're all what you might call the 'evil foster sisters'. Feel free to 'boo'. I know what you guys are all thinking; who put the evil foster sisters in charge? Were there free elections? Any chance of a recount? You know what?
The pages of a manga book suddenly began turning in the wrong direction, which would have been the right direction for a western-styled book.
Young male voice (continued): Let's just go back a little, and you can let me give you the low-down on everyone in Sohma Land.