Hiya people, you probably read my other fic, "erased memories", which I
didn't like the story format, and lost interest, and wanted to write a new
story.
Oh, by the way, my friend, Helen helped me write the fic (I'm giving her credit, aren't I nice? Just kidding) ok, getting to the point, the story!
DISCLAIMER: OK, I'm assuming that you've read tons of fics to know what I say (this is the one bad thing about FF.net [no hard feelings but.] anyways, back to the disclaimer) which is that I don't own FRUITS BASKET and never will, and neither does my friend here, so don't try sueing us! (although Helen does have a few DVDs that she owns, that doesn't mean anything.)
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Sakura toYuli no Monogatari (Cherry Blossom and Lily Fairy Tale)
Epilogue
"Love at First Sight"
by Shilrey and Helen
*Kyou POV*
The snow danced around my horse, Tomoyo, and I. I do not detest the snow yet I dispise the fact that it is snowing today of all days. Whenever it snows I must stay close to my father and his followers, I wish to run freely like the wind does across the pure white snow. Being free and untamed is a wonderful feeling. How I yearn to be alone and enjoy life! Yet fate is cruel.
My fate is to become a samurai at the court of the daimyo, Shigure. Shigure- sama, my uncle, is in dire need of samurais so father has seized this opportunity to present me at my uncle's court.
However, unlike the usual person who comes to train as a samurai, I would receive an education. One of my mother's last wishes before she made the journey to the realm of Kami-sama was that I would be literate so as to not be tricked by a baka member of a different clan.
Personally, I enjoy learning and being educated. Writing allows my spirit to be free even when I am not allowed to roam freely on my father's lands. Even though I may not resemble a scholar of any sort, I love books a lot.
We are heading to Shigure-sama's court where I will train for seven years untill I become twenty, and than, Shigure-sama will give me the title of a samurai. But until that day, I am to be trapped in a cage of loneliness and despair, until I become a samurai, whose simbol is a sakura, a cherry blossom. The way of the samurai goes completely against my nature.
But this is not something that could be helped, after all, this is my fate.
Fate is so cruel.
*Touru's POV*
I know that it is not my place to complain, but it is not always so fun to sit next to one's engaged, listening to Shigure-sama drone on and on about one's betrothal in the courtroom.
Although many people believe that I am lucky to be betrothed to Yuki-kun, the heir to Shigure-sama's lands, it is not always so easy, considering that Yuki-kun is my friend and only that, and nothing more, but also the death glares I receive from the court ladies, which, if looks could kill, would have pierced me to death a long time ago.
You see, Yuki-kun isn't only the heir to all the vaste holdings of Shigure- sama, but he is as beautiful as the snowflakes that he is named after. So it isn't exactly a wonder that he is. favored by the court ladies.
To put it simply, I dread this betrothal.
It's not that I hate Yuki-kun; after all, he is my friend, but I do not like him in that way. I do not feel that some how we could be bonded. Yuki is like the prince of ice; unreadable and cold, but still kind and polite. I feel that the people at court are all too stiff. But as Shigure-sama said, I am a yuli, a lily, among the roses that adorn the court; unique and beautiful but still very free and wild.
I wish that there is someone in this world with a free spirit like me.
*Normal POV*
As Kyou entered the courtyard, to be presented to Shigure-sama, he looked around in wonder. The palace looked exactly like the gilded cage of a bird in the stories he had read.
A retainer came and led Kyou into the great hall, where Shigure-sama, the Lord of the Western Lands, sat on a silk cushion placed on a daias, high above the members of his court.
As Kyou looked around the room quickly, he caught glimpses of faces covered by rice powder. Suddenly his attention focused on a beautiful girl in the back row, behind a young man with icy looks.
Her face was not covered with ricepowder as the others were, but instead, her beauty shone with radience. Her expression was not fake or forced but true and kind. Kyou saw her sapphire eyes turn to him, and immediately he felt his heart skip a beat.
On the other side of the hall, Touru marveled at the handsome young man with hair the color of flame and ruby eyes. She felt her breath taken away, while trying to contemplate his existance.
It seemed to both Touru and Kyou that they had fallen in love.
In another words, it was love at first sight.
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that's all for this time, folks! Running out of time, but don't worry, we'll update, but in the meantime, REVIEW!
And we also would like to know how old you want Touru and Kyou to be. Either 10 (helen's idea) or 13 (shirley's idea), and just for entertainment, here's how our argument went:
(and we were yelling.. Fortunately no one but us were home)
Shirley: I want them to be 13!
Helen: I want them to be 10!
Shirley: it makes more sence if they were 13! I mean they would be mature enough to have crushes, but not mature to do any.. Immature stuff!
Helen: they could be 10 and still be mature! I mean there are mature 10 year olds!
Shirley: well, we are 13, and apparently I'm still not mature enough!
Helen: well, we have parents there to spoil us, there aren't any parents spoiling Touru and Kyou!
Shirley: well, it would be better off being 13!
Helen: no! 10!
Shirley, whining: they are going to be 13!
Helen, getting mad (which happens..): fine! We'll have a contest! A duel!
Shirley, getting scared: a duel?.. it's just their age!.. I'm too young to die!
Helen, exasperated: no, you idiot! Not with swords, but with a game of some kind.
*plays game, shirley wins*
shirley: yay! They are 13!
Helen: fine than, be that way!
Shirley: oh yeah!
~end of story~
(and Shirley continues story happily, while Helen goes to the side, reading CardCaptors, being nerdy)
one more thing, Helen's not a nerd, we were just kidding around.
And REVIEW!
Oh, by the way, my friend, Helen helped me write the fic (I'm giving her credit, aren't I nice? Just kidding) ok, getting to the point, the story!
DISCLAIMER: OK, I'm assuming that you've read tons of fics to know what I say (this is the one bad thing about FF.net [no hard feelings but.] anyways, back to the disclaimer) which is that I don't own FRUITS BASKET and never will, and neither does my friend here, so don't try sueing us! (although Helen does have a few DVDs that she owns, that doesn't mean anything.)
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Sakura toYuli no Monogatari (Cherry Blossom and Lily Fairy Tale)
Epilogue
"Love at First Sight"
by Shilrey and Helen
*Kyou POV*
The snow danced around my horse, Tomoyo, and I. I do not detest the snow yet I dispise the fact that it is snowing today of all days. Whenever it snows I must stay close to my father and his followers, I wish to run freely like the wind does across the pure white snow. Being free and untamed is a wonderful feeling. How I yearn to be alone and enjoy life! Yet fate is cruel.
My fate is to become a samurai at the court of the daimyo, Shigure. Shigure- sama, my uncle, is in dire need of samurais so father has seized this opportunity to present me at my uncle's court.
However, unlike the usual person who comes to train as a samurai, I would receive an education. One of my mother's last wishes before she made the journey to the realm of Kami-sama was that I would be literate so as to not be tricked by a baka member of a different clan.
Personally, I enjoy learning and being educated. Writing allows my spirit to be free even when I am not allowed to roam freely on my father's lands. Even though I may not resemble a scholar of any sort, I love books a lot.
We are heading to Shigure-sama's court where I will train for seven years untill I become twenty, and than, Shigure-sama will give me the title of a samurai. But until that day, I am to be trapped in a cage of loneliness and despair, until I become a samurai, whose simbol is a sakura, a cherry blossom. The way of the samurai goes completely against my nature.
But this is not something that could be helped, after all, this is my fate.
Fate is so cruel.
*Touru's POV*
I know that it is not my place to complain, but it is not always so fun to sit next to one's engaged, listening to Shigure-sama drone on and on about one's betrothal in the courtroom.
Although many people believe that I am lucky to be betrothed to Yuki-kun, the heir to Shigure-sama's lands, it is not always so easy, considering that Yuki-kun is my friend and only that, and nothing more, but also the death glares I receive from the court ladies, which, if looks could kill, would have pierced me to death a long time ago.
You see, Yuki-kun isn't only the heir to all the vaste holdings of Shigure- sama, but he is as beautiful as the snowflakes that he is named after. So it isn't exactly a wonder that he is. favored by the court ladies.
To put it simply, I dread this betrothal.
It's not that I hate Yuki-kun; after all, he is my friend, but I do not like him in that way. I do not feel that some how we could be bonded. Yuki is like the prince of ice; unreadable and cold, but still kind and polite. I feel that the people at court are all too stiff. But as Shigure-sama said, I am a yuli, a lily, among the roses that adorn the court; unique and beautiful but still very free and wild.
I wish that there is someone in this world with a free spirit like me.
*Normal POV*
As Kyou entered the courtyard, to be presented to Shigure-sama, he looked around in wonder. The palace looked exactly like the gilded cage of a bird in the stories he had read.
A retainer came and led Kyou into the great hall, where Shigure-sama, the Lord of the Western Lands, sat on a silk cushion placed on a daias, high above the members of his court.
As Kyou looked around the room quickly, he caught glimpses of faces covered by rice powder. Suddenly his attention focused on a beautiful girl in the back row, behind a young man with icy looks.
Her face was not covered with ricepowder as the others were, but instead, her beauty shone with radience. Her expression was not fake or forced but true and kind. Kyou saw her sapphire eyes turn to him, and immediately he felt his heart skip a beat.
On the other side of the hall, Touru marveled at the handsome young man with hair the color of flame and ruby eyes. She felt her breath taken away, while trying to contemplate his existance.
It seemed to both Touru and Kyou that they had fallen in love.
In another words, it was love at first sight.
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that's all for this time, folks! Running out of time, but don't worry, we'll update, but in the meantime, REVIEW!
And we also would like to know how old you want Touru and Kyou to be. Either 10 (helen's idea) or 13 (shirley's idea), and just for entertainment, here's how our argument went:
(and we were yelling.. Fortunately no one but us were home)
Shirley: I want them to be 13!
Helen: I want them to be 10!
Shirley: it makes more sence if they were 13! I mean they would be mature enough to have crushes, but not mature to do any.. Immature stuff!
Helen: they could be 10 and still be mature! I mean there are mature 10 year olds!
Shirley: well, we are 13, and apparently I'm still not mature enough!
Helen: well, we have parents there to spoil us, there aren't any parents spoiling Touru and Kyou!
Shirley: well, it would be better off being 13!
Helen: no! 10!
Shirley, whining: they are going to be 13!
Helen, getting mad (which happens..): fine! We'll have a contest! A duel!
Shirley, getting scared: a duel?.. it's just their age!.. I'm too young to die!
Helen, exasperated: no, you idiot! Not with swords, but with a game of some kind.
*plays game, shirley wins*
shirley: yay! They are 13!
Helen: fine than, be that way!
Shirley: oh yeah!
~end of story~
(and Shirley continues story happily, while Helen goes to the side, reading CardCaptors, being nerdy)
one more thing, Helen's not a nerd, we were just kidding around.
And REVIEW!
