Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket in any way, and the only character
rights I own are those of my own creation. (Crap, I want Kyo!)
Delar Eriath: Well, here it is, the first chapter of my fic about Momiji...I
hope you like it!
All of a sudden, Momiji was on the ground, a throbbing pain pulsing in his head and an annoying cloud of dust that hung over the entire scene, as if intent on aggravating his allergies.
What the heck happened? He wondered as he coughed and spluttered.
"I am SO sorry! I hope you're all right! I'm such a klutz...Are you okay?" A figure leaned anxiously over him, and when the dust cleared, he could see that this was a very pretty girl of about his age-judging by the uniform, a junior high student, a year younger than himself. He was speechless a moment as he took in her appearance-long black hair, serene blue eyes, and what appeared to be German features.
"Um...Sir?" she asked him querulously. He blushed at being called sir, and wondered at the deep richness of her voice for one a year younger than himself. He pulled himself up, and, to hide his embarrassment, busied himself with the tedious task of brushing his clothes off.
"I'm fine. Really, it doesn't even hurt." He told her, assuaging her fears.
"Well, that's a relief! I was beginning to think you were mute!" she smiled. The way she said it was not mean, nor taunting, and her eyes did not travel to his unusual hair or eye color as so many others' did after meeting him.
Observing a bruise on her cheek, he asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you when I fell? You've got a bruise."
She started in surprise, and surprised herself. She wanted to tell this total stranger the truth. But she couldn't-her father was not a bad person, and he would think so he was if she told him everything.
"Oh...that? It wasn't you! It...it was someone at school, earlier in the week. Really, it's okay." She stuttered. Even after five years, she was still a bad liar.
"Oh, well, you should get some ice on that! Really! Um...I could help you home, if you want, and I can clean that up..." he was astonished at the boldness of the words that escaped from his lips, and he blushed, hurriedly changing the subject before he had to endure the thought of rejection by this girl.
"Um, what were you running in these woods for, anyway?" Momiji asked, thinking that no one was allowed on this particular piece of Sohma land but Sohmas.
"Someone threw my necklace far into these woods, and even though I knew they were off-limits, I came to look for it. It is special to me. By the way, my name is Faia Uber. What's yours?"
"M-my name is Momiji Sohma." Momiji answered.
"Oh, so your family is the one that own these woods! I'm really, really sorry for trespassing, I promise this is the first time! Only this once, just to find the necklace, then I'll go!" Faia pleaded, desperation creeping into the voice that Momiji loved to hear.
"It's fine, really...just don't get caught in here by anyone other than me..." He trailed off, thinking of how Akito frequented the woods and how dangerous it would be if she was caught there... "So, what does this necklace look like?" Momiji asked her. "I can help you search for it."
"Well, it is in the shape of a flower with a blood red stone pattern for petals and a silver stem and leaves, with a silver chain."
"This necklace must be important to you, if you chanced trespassing to find it." Momiji commented as they crouched in the undergrowth and started to look for the necklace. The sweet smell of herbs gently wafted his nostrils, and he realized it was coming from Faia. He liked the smell, and was momentarily distracted from his search, swinging his head to look her directly in the eye.
"Yes, it was my mother's, and it is really one of the few things I have to remind me of her. You see, I was adopted, and my biological parents are dead. That never really bothered me, because I loved it here-I was adopted by German parents, because I was half German, half Korean, and we moved to Japan when I was very young. But when I was about twelve, mom started having mental problems, and developed a sort of amnesia. She didn't remember Dad or me, and she died thinking she was alone and that no one loved her.
Dad didn't take it and move on, and he became a little...ill himself. I take care of him now, and he may...yell at me sometimes, but I know it's really not the man that was my father. That man is still locked inside this other, and I know that if I am patient, he will surface again."
They searched the rest of the time in silence, each one thinking about mothers that didn't remember their children, and how much they really were alike.
Momiji saw something glittering in the bushes, and reached for it, grasping it in a fist so as not to lose it. He swung his arm around fast, thinking that Faia was still far behind him searching the bushes.
But she wasn't, and his arm swung with medium force right into the back of her head.
"OW!!" she yelped out of surprise.
"I-I'm really sorry! I didn't know you were there: please forgive me! I didn't mean to, really!!"
But it didn't look as if she was attending to what he was saying at the moment.
"G-Get away from me!" she screamed, while scrambling to get away from Momiji.
I really screwed up THIS time...dammit! I should have been more careful, maybe I hit her harder than I thought.
But he soon realized that he had seen another incident like this...it wasn't HIS blow that she was fearful of, but another's that left a reaction such as this on her subconscious.
She seemed to gather herself together, and her eyes widened and she blushed, remembering how she had acted towards Momiji, who had been wasting his time trying to help her.
"I-I'm really sorry...it's...I just...um, thank you!" she finished, grabbing the necklace from his hand and heading in the general direction of her home.
I've seen that look: Yuki looked like that when he came back from Akito's 'therapy' sessions years earilier...and he had reacted like that when any of us took out string or accidentally hit him. Just like that: and the look in his eyes...
He shook the thought off: she had said that she had a father that loved her...but she also said that he 'yelled' at her frequently, even though she was always trying to help him.
What does that mean-? Momiji asked himself. Well, it's her business...I won't interfere unless I know for sure that he tries to hurt her.
Momiji didn't even know why he cared; she was just some girl he'd met in the forest one day, she was not like his cousins, close yet distant: she was just some girl.
Yeah...some girl. Momiji thought dreamily. He thought back to when she had just run into him, WHAM! Right in the front...
Wait...she bumped into me...and... And I didn't transform??
All of a sudden, Momiji was on the ground, a throbbing pain pulsing in his head and an annoying cloud of dust that hung over the entire scene, as if intent on aggravating his allergies.
What the heck happened? He wondered as he coughed and spluttered.
"I am SO sorry! I hope you're all right! I'm such a klutz...Are you okay?" A figure leaned anxiously over him, and when the dust cleared, he could see that this was a very pretty girl of about his age-judging by the uniform, a junior high student, a year younger than himself. He was speechless a moment as he took in her appearance-long black hair, serene blue eyes, and what appeared to be German features.
"Um...Sir?" she asked him querulously. He blushed at being called sir, and wondered at the deep richness of her voice for one a year younger than himself. He pulled himself up, and, to hide his embarrassment, busied himself with the tedious task of brushing his clothes off.
"I'm fine. Really, it doesn't even hurt." He told her, assuaging her fears.
"Well, that's a relief! I was beginning to think you were mute!" she smiled. The way she said it was not mean, nor taunting, and her eyes did not travel to his unusual hair or eye color as so many others' did after meeting him.
Observing a bruise on her cheek, he asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you when I fell? You've got a bruise."
She started in surprise, and surprised herself. She wanted to tell this total stranger the truth. But she couldn't-her father was not a bad person, and he would think so he was if she told him everything.
"Oh...that? It wasn't you! It...it was someone at school, earlier in the week. Really, it's okay." She stuttered. Even after five years, she was still a bad liar.
"Oh, well, you should get some ice on that! Really! Um...I could help you home, if you want, and I can clean that up..." he was astonished at the boldness of the words that escaped from his lips, and he blushed, hurriedly changing the subject before he had to endure the thought of rejection by this girl.
"Um, what were you running in these woods for, anyway?" Momiji asked, thinking that no one was allowed on this particular piece of Sohma land but Sohmas.
"Someone threw my necklace far into these woods, and even though I knew they were off-limits, I came to look for it. It is special to me. By the way, my name is Faia Uber. What's yours?"
"M-my name is Momiji Sohma." Momiji answered.
"Oh, so your family is the one that own these woods! I'm really, really sorry for trespassing, I promise this is the first time! Only this once, just to find the necklace, then I'll go!" Faia pleaded, desperation creeping into the voice that Momiji loved to hear.
"It's fine, really...just don't get caught in here by anyone other than me..." He trailed off, thinking of how Akito frequented the woods and how dangerous it would be if she was caught there... "So, what does this necklace look like?" Momiji asked her. "I can help you search for it."
"Well, it is in the shape of a flower with a blood red stone pattern for petals and a silver stem and leaves, with a silver chain."
"This necklace must be important to you, if you chanced trespassing to find it." Momiji commented as they crouched in the undergrowth and started to look for the necklace. The sweet smell of herbs gently wafted his nostrils, and he realized it was coming from Faia. He liked the smell, and was momentarily distracted from his search, swinging his head to look her directly in the eye.
"Yes, it was my mother's, and it is really one of the few things I have to remind me of her. You see, I was adopted, and my biological parents are dead. That never really bothered me, because I loved it here-I was adopted by German parents, because I was half German, half Korean, and we moved to Japan when I was very young. But when I was about twelve, mom started having mental problems, and developed a sort of amnesia. She didn't remember Dad or me, and she died thinking she was alone and that no one loved her.
Dad didn't take it and move on, and he became a little...ill himself. I take care of him now, and he may...yell at me sometimes, but I know it's really not the man that was my father. That man is still locked inside this other, and I know that if I am patient, he will surface again."
They searched the rest of the time in silence, each one thinking about mothers that didn't remember their children, and how much they really were alike.
Momiji saw something glittering in the bushes, and reached for it, grasping it in a fist so as not to lose it. He swung his arm around fast, thinking that Faia was still far behind him searching the bushes.
But she wasn't, and his arm swung with medium force right into the back of her head.
"OW!!" she yelped out of surprise.
"I-I'm really sorry! I didn't know you were there: please forgive me! I didn't mean to, really!!"
But it didn't look as if she was attending to what he was saying at the moment.
"G-Get away from me!" she screamed, while scrambling to get away from Momiji.
I really screwed up THIS time...dammit! I should have been more careful, maybe I hit her harder than I thought.
But he soon realized that he had seen another incident like this...it wasn't HIS blow that she was fearful of, but another's that left a reaction such as this on her subconscious.
She seemed to gather herself together, and her eyes widened and she blushed, remembering how she had acted towards Momiji, who had been wasting his time trying to help her.
"I-I'm really sorry...it's...I just...um, thank you!" she finished, grabbing the necklace from his hand and heading in the general direction of her home.
I've seen that look: Yuki looked like that when he came back from Akito's 'therapy' sessions years earilier...and he had reacted like that when any of us took out string or accidentally hit him. Just like that: and the look in his eyes...
He shook the thought off: she had said that she had a father that loved her...but she also said that he 'yelled' at her frequently, even though she was always trying to help him.
What does that mean-? Momiji asked himself. Well, it's her business...I won't interfere unless I know for sure that he tries to hurt her.
Momiji didn't even know why he cared; she was just some girl he'd met in the forest one day, she was not like his cousins, close yet distant: she was just some girl.
Yeah...some girl. Momiji thought dreamily. He thought back to when she had just run into him, WHAM! Right in the front...
Wait...she bumped into me...and... And I didn't transform??