WOW! What a response! Two reviews!
To the totally anonymous reviewer, thanks for LUVing my story. I'll update as quick as I can! I have to admit that you scared me though, when I read the very beginning of your review. I read that you did not like my fic and my heart nearly stopped. But I read the rest and it beat again. Thanx for keeping me going!
To AllThatJaZZ: I'd love to make Tohru more personable, but it's from Yuki's sort of eyes, and everything seems distant now, and she has no clue of what he's feeling except for that he's not talking to her and he's retreated to his shell. She cares for him, but not in that way; she could have, but Kyo jumped before Yuki got to. And also, thanks for pointing out choppy sentences. I'll have to proof read everything.
I'm sort of disappointed. No one tried to guess if Yuki was really an uncle or not. No one even guessed who the father was! If there was a father! Well, it's too late for guessing now. The first chapter was the introduction. Here comes the new person...
I FORGOT DISCLAIMER ON THE FIRST CHAPTER, so this one counts for that chapter too. Don't own Fruits Basket.
I'm going to give thanks to my friend Bazmoon, who kept me going when I was starting this. Thanks so much!
I know she may never get that, but I can pretend.
Enjoy!
Namarie!
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Tohru nearly shouted for joy. Yuki was back out from Akito, and he did not look injured in any way. Akito had managed to restrain his hand. She dashed up to him as he entered the house, about to ask him what it was about when a drawn, haggard face appeared behind Yuki. Hatori. His face was saddened as he looked at Yuki and Tohru, back and forth, and Tohru knew something had happened that included her, whether she was present or not.
"Sohma-kun?" Tohru pleaded. Yuki looked up at her, but with the dead, empty eyes that he had first shown her before he had met her. She gasped and backed up into Kyo, who had come out of the kitchen after her. Yuki looked at Kyo devoid of expression and then looked back at Tohru.
"Yes?"
"Are you all right?"
"Of course," Yuki answered sarcastically. With that, he stalked out of the house, brushing past Ayame and Shigure, as he had always done.
Yuki did not know exactly where he was going. Though that girl, Tohru, that is right, that girl was familiar to him, for some reason he was sad, upset, torn apart. Whatever it was, it made him feel even more drawn-in than usual. Why did he feel sad around this girl? Maybe it was because she was more than friends with Kyo. Pity the child that liked Kyo that baka neko.
Of course, that had to be it.
Yuki suddenly found himself in a garden. For a moment, he did not remember it, but now he knew it. It was his new garden. Well, since he was here, he might as well work on it. Slowly, he got down on his knees and weeded through some flowers to find a beautiful yellow one. How pretty. It was blooming early too.
Suddenly, Yuki heard a sound that sounded much like a city person's gait on an unfamiliar forest path. He sighed and got to his feet, intent on driving this person away before they got too close to the house.
He found his way to the path by sound alone and stepped into the middle of it. There was a young girl about Tohru's age, therefore making her about his age. She had a map in hand and a couple other papers.
"So, I took a right in Tokyo and now I am," the girl paused and looked up triumphantly. "I don't see a house though." The girl's eyes settled on Yuki and she smiled. "Hello! I'm looking for someone."
"I'm afraid they are not this way," Yuki answered, waving his hand up the path to indicate which way he meant. The girl glared at him suspiciously.
"You're dressed too nice to come this far up and not get scratched some," she snapped. "That means you've come from some place in this woods, and I think you know who I'm looking for."
Yuki, though he hid it well, was quite impressed by her intuition. "Who are you looking for?" he asked calmly. The girl blushed and pulled a mangled photograph from her back pocket of her jeans.
"This man," she said, pointing to a young man in the picture. Yuki took one look and groaned. The man was more than familiar; Yuki was ready to strangle said person in the picture.
"Ayame!" he muttered angrily. "You've got some explaining to do!" Without another word, he grabbed her hand and dragged her along the path with her calling out wildly to slow down. But Yuki was too upset to even let her explain herself.
Yuki burst into the house and promptly screamed out Ayame's name. There was an answering call and soon Ayame appeared, followed by several other members of the Sohma household, interested in the anger in Yuki's tone.
"Oh, Yuki! What have you brought to us now? Another little flower?" Ayame asked, his face gently suggestive to the girl. The girl was unperturbed and walked right up to him and said the two words that would change Ayame's life forever.
"Hello Dad."
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AUGH! THE HORROR!!
Yeah. Yuki's really an uncle, or at least as this girl claims, and Ayame's a father! I bet you all thought it was going to be Shigure! Well, it's not! I feel so sorry for that girl. Imagine for a moment Ayame as your father.
Yeah. I cringe at the thought.
Um, little point I should have mentioned before: I don't know Ayame's age. I only know that he's Yuki's older brother, but I don't know how much older. So, in this fic, he is about twice Yuki's age. DO NOT REVIEW AND COMPLAIN ABOUT MY IDIOCY!!! I KNOW I put my personal knowledge rating on the first chapter: really close to nil. I have a friend who tells me about it and I've read fics on FF.net, but that's it!
BUT IF YOU WISH TO SAY HOW HORRIBLE MY CHOICE OF FATHER IS, TELL ME!!!!!! That is the only kind of flame I will accept.
Any praise is welcome, as it will help accomplish my goal of floating the moon with a praise-bloated head. (Not really, but I can dream, can I not?)
Namarie, mellon nin!
~ Kay Kylo
To the totally anonymous reviewer, thanks for LUVing my story. I'll update as quick as I can! I have to admit that you scared me though, when I read the very beginning of your review. I read that you did not like my fic and my heart nearly stopped. But I read the rest and it beat again. Thanx for keeping me going!
To AllThatJaZZ: I'd love to make Tohru more personable, but it's from Yuki's sort of eyes, and everything seems distant now, and she has no clue of what he's feeling except for that he's not talking to her and he's retreated to his shell. She cares for him, but not in that way; she could have, but Kyo jumped before Yuki got to. And also, thanks for pointing out choppy sentences. I'll have to proof read everything.
I'm sort of disappointed. No one tried to guess if Yuki was really an uncle or not. No one even guessed who the father was! If there was a father! Well, it's too late for guessing now. The first chapter was the introduction. Here comes the new person...
I FORGOT DISCLAIMER ON THE FIRST CHAPTER, so this one counts for that chapter too. Don't own Fruits Basket.
I'm going to give thanks to my friend Bazmoon, who kept me going when I was starting this. Thanks so much!
I know she may never get that, but I can pretend.
Enjoy!
Namarie!
______________________
Tohru nearly shouted for joy. Yuki was back out from Akito, and he did not look injured in any way. Akito had managed to restrain his hand. She dashed up to him as he entered the house, about to ask him what it was about when a drawn, haggard face appeared behind Yuki. Hatori. His face was saddened as he looked at Yuki and Tohru, back and forth, and Tohru knew something had happened that included her, whether she was present or not.
"Sohma-kun?" Tohru pleaded. Yuki looked up at her, but with the dead, empty eyes that he had first shown her before he had met her. She gasped and backed up into Kyo, who had come out of the kitchen after her. Yuki looked at Kyo devoid of expression and then looked back at Tohru.
"Yes?"
"Are you all right?"
"Of course," Yuki answered sarcastically. With that, he stalked out of the house, brushing past Ayame and Shigure, as he had always done.
Yuki did not know exactly where he was going. Though that girl, Tohru, that is right, that girl was familiar to him, for some reason he was sad, upset, torn apart. Whatever it was, it made him feel even more drawn-in than usual. Why did he feel sad around this girl? Maybe it was because she was more than friends with Kyo. Pity the child that liked Kyo that baka neko.
Of course, that had to be it.
Yuki suddenly found himself in a garden. For a moment, he did not remember it, but now he knew it. It was his new garden. Well, since he was here, he might as well work on it. Slowly, he got down on his knees and weeded through some flowers to find a beautiful yellow one. How pretty. It was blooming early too.
Suddenly, Yuki heard a sound that sounded much like a city person's gait on an unfamiliar forest path. He sighed and got to his feet, intent on driving this person away before they got too close to the house.
He found his way to the path by sound alone and stepped into the middle of it. There was a young girl about Tohru's age, therefore making her about his age. She had a map in hand and a couple other papers.
"So, I took a right in Tokyo and now I am," the girl paused and looked up triumphantly. "I don't see a house though." The girl's eyes settled on Yuki and she smiled. "Hello! I'm looking for someone."
"I'm afraid they are not this way," Yuki answered, waving his hand up the path to indicate which way he meant. The girl glared at him suspiciously.
"You're dressed too nice to come this far up and not get scratched some," she snapped. "That means you've come from some place in this woods, and I think you know who I'm looking for."
Yuki, though he hid it well, was quite impressed by her intuition. "Who are you looking for?" he asked calmly. The girl blushed and pulled a mangled photograph from her back pocket of her jeans.
"This man," she said, pointing to a young man in the picture. Yuki took one look and groaned. The man was more than familiar; Yuki was ready to strangle said person in the picture.
"Ayame!" he muttered angrily. "You've got some explaining to do!" Without another word, he grabbed her hand and dragged her along the path with her calling out wildly to slow down. But Yuki was too upset to even let her explain herself.
Yuki burst into the house and promptly screamed out Ayame's name. There was an answering call and soon Ayame appeared, followed by several other members of the Sohma household, interested in the anger in Yuki's tone.
"Oh, Yuki! What have you brought to us now? Another little flower?" Ayame asked, his face gently suggestive to the girl. The girl was unperturbed and walked right up to him and said the two words that would change Ayame's life forever.
"Hello Dad."
_________________________
AUGH! THE HORROR!!
Yeah. Yuki's really an uncle, or at least as this girl claims, and Ayame's a father! I bet you all thought it was going to be Shigure! Well, it's not! I feel so sorry for that girl. Imagine for a moment Ayame as your father.
Yeah. I cringe at the thought.
Um, little point I should have mentioned before: I don't know Ayame's age. I only know that he's Yuki's older brother, but I don't know how much older. So, in this fic, he is about twice Yuki's age. DO NOT REVIEW AND COMPLAIN ABOUT MY IDIOCY!!! I KNOW I put my personal knowledge rating on the first chapter: really close to nil. I have a friend who tells me about it and I've read fics on FF.net, but that's it!
BUT IF YOU WISH TO SAY HOW HORRIBLE MY CHOICE OF FATHER IS, TELL ME!!!!!! That is the only kind of flame I will accept.
Any praise is welcome, as it will help accomplish my goal of floating the moon with a praise-bloated head. (Not really, but I can dream, can I not?)
Namarie, mellon nin!
~ Kay Kylo
