Purple Skies
by Akira
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket
Chapter 2: They Meet Again
Machiko stood with her young daughter in the bushes outside of the highschool she used to go to. She should've been a sophomore this year. She was startled at the sound of footsteps behind her. She immediately grabbed her daugter and pulled out a sword, ready to defend herself against anything that should harm her or her precious child. To her surprise, there stood the stranger from the street, the one who had given her the apple.
Yuki stared in disbelief, of all people he could find. He reached out and tapped the blade of her sword.
Machiko realized that her sword was still out when the stranger tapped on it with his graceful, slender fingers. Blushing she clumsily put it away.
Then Yuki looked down to see the younger child standing beside the stranger.
Machiko noticed the direction of his gaze and pulled the child closer to her. Then she uttered the first words said between them, "My daughter, Aiko. Who are you?"
"Daughter?? How old are you?" she looked no older than 18, tops.
"16," Machiko replied in the low whisper she always used when she had to answer that fateful question.
"Father?"
"No idea"
"Come"
Machiko, not knowing what else to do followed the stranger with the purple eyes. Suddenly he turned around and demanded "What is your name?"
"Machiko, yours?"
"Souma Yuki"
by Akira
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket
Chapter 2: They Meet Again
Machiko stood with her young daughter in the bushes outside of the highschool she used to go to. She should've been a sophomore this year. She was startled at the sound of footsteps behind her. She immediately grabbed her daugter and pulled out a sword, ready to defend herself against anything that should harm her or her precious child. To her surprise, there stood the stranger from the street, the one who had given her the apple.
Yuki stared in disbelief, of all people he could find. He reached out and tapped the blade of her sword.
Machiko realized that her sword was still out when the stranger tapped on it with his graceful, slender fingers. Blushing she clumsily put it away.
Then Yuki looked down to see the younger child standing beside the stranger.
Machiko noticed the direction of his gaze and pulled the child closer to her. Then she uttered the first words said between them, "My daughter, Aiko. Who are you?"
"Daughter?? How old are you?" she looked no older than 18, tops.
"16," Machiko replied in the low whisper she always used when she had to answer that fateful question.
"Father?"
"No idea"
"Come"
Machiko, not knowing what else to do followed the stranger with the purple eyes. Suddenly he turned around and demanded "What is your name?"
"Machiko, yours?"
"Souma Yuki"