Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits basket, but Julian, Trent, his 3 friends and
Howard are mine!
Pairings: There aren't any romantic pairings in this fanfic, at least not
yet(
A/N- Occasionally, in specific lines of dialogue, there will be words in
brackets. These words are simply thoughts, and are not spoken aloud.
She'd finally managed to escape them. True, she was only hiding in the bathroom, but still...none of them were in there, thankfully. They'd all taken Hatori's lecture not to allow her to fall asleep for 8 hours seriously. And that had of course resulted in one of them always making sure they were with her. She'd seen neither hide nor hair of Kyo yet, but she'd finally, in a round about way, learned from Tohru that he was off training someplace with Kazuma for the weekend.
"At least I don't have to deal with him yet. "Julian muttered from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest. Everyone had been very nice to her, making sure she felt welcomed and almost like a part of the family, but she'd expected that. She had to be careful though not to become too familiar with the Sohma's, however. If they knew she already knew about them, there'd be problems. Not to mention questions. Questions she didn't have answers to. She didn't know all of what Hatori had told them, but she had an inkling of what he'd said. Yes, she'd definitely have to watch her step around them. She dumped the contents of her messenger bag on the floor, then ripped a hole in the lining; feeling a bit ticked off. That was her favorite bag. Figures that'd be the one she'd have to damage. She fiddled through the stuff that lay scattered on the floor, pulling out her wallet. She opened it and pulled a wad of money out, sitting it aside. She'd let the Sohma's think she had no money, but she'd just gotten paid that day. At home you know. In the real world. She had a grand total of $572 bucks in cash on her. One just never knew when it may come in handy, so she figured that to be on the safe side, she'd better not leave in her wallet that was about to be sewed up in the lining. She needed to get some contact solution, as well as a toothbrush. Hopefully those wouldn't be too high. Anyway though, it was a good thing she always listened to mom's advice, more or less, and carried a sewing kit with her, because it was bound to come in handy tonight. Mom had always said you should always be prepared for anything. Oh, if only mom could see her now.
"Actually, if mom could see me now, she'd probably drop over dead." Julian muttered as she stitched up the hole, the whole task taking only a matter of seconds. She turned the bag inside right again and scooped her stuff off the floor, throwing it back in the bag. She picked up her wad of money and shoved it in her pocket before pushing herself to her feet. She padded over to the sink and braced her hands on the basin, looking at herself in the mirror. She was starting to look...bad, to say it nicely. This stress was getting to her. She turned the water on and cupped her hands beneath the cool water, splashing a handful of it on her face. That felt much better, and hopefully it would help her look better too. She hoped that after she'd gotten some sleep, the dark circles under her eyes would go away, or else she feared she end up looking like a raccoon. One with short, spiky magenta hued hair, no less. If that happened, she could never leave the house again. If she did, it may result in a poor child becoming scarred for life. Their parents of course would make them get therapy, but that wouldn't help either. The poor kid would just never recover.
Julian giggled insanely as she patted her face dry with one of the towels hanging by the sink, praying it was Tohru's. Because thinking she may have been patting her face dry with one of the guy's towels was too much to take. She glanced back up into the mirror when she'd finished, her eyes going as wide a saucers as she discovered the reflection in the mirror was no longer of her. It was off a room some place, a very familiar room she knew quite well. It was her living room in her apartment in Hillsdale...and that was definitely Trent who'd just walked through her line of vision and threw himself on the couch, a can of pop in one hand, as the other reached for the remote.
"T...Trent! Trent, can you here me?!" She hissed, gripping the edge of the sink in a death grip as she leaned closer to the mirror, waiting for his reply.
"Well, how do ya like this?! She asks me over to hang out with her and she's the one who's late." Trent muttered as he leaned against the wall beside Julian's apartment, his arms folded across his chest. It was almost 11:45. Where was she?
"Aww, night probably ran long at the video store. She won't mind if I go ahead and let myself in to wait for her." He muttered, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the dim hallway. Seeing no one, he stooped down and picked her doormat up, pulling out her spare key. He let the mat drop to the floor again before he straightened up, letting himself in. It was dark inside, naturally, so he flipped the light on and headed for the TV. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned it on, tossing the remote on the couch. He wondered off to the kitchen, the TV blaring in the background as he pulled the fridge open. She'd been watching Adult Swim again he supposed, as he recognized the tag line for the program on Cartoon Network. He glanced in the fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi, pulling the tab as he shut the fridge with his foot, flipping the light off as he took a sip of his pop. He headed for the couch and threw himself on it, reaching for the remote as he glanced at the TV. Some anime he'd never seen before was on; a girl with magenta colored hair starting at him from the TV, her eyes wide in desperation. She looked vaguely familiar, this girl, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what this anime was. Though he did think that the character designs looked a lot like the Fruits Basket characters. She suddenly spoke, her words causing him to inhale the swallow of Pepsi he'd been in the process of swallowing.
"Trent! Trent, can you hear me? It's me Julian! "The girl hissed, leaning closer to the TV screen. Pepsi sprayed from his nose as he leaned forward, slamming the Pepsi can on the coffee table.
"JULIAN?!?" He exclaimed in appalled shock as he wiped his face off, unable to believe his eyes.
"Are you drinking my Pepsi?! That better not stain my carpet! "She hissed, pointing her finger at him sternly.
"I...I...Julian?! Is that really you? How...how'd you get in the TV?!" Trent exclaimed as he leapt off the couch and stepped around the coffee table, crouching in front of the TV. She looked like Julian all right, except for the whole magenta colored hair, but other than that...not to mention she sounded like herself too.
"Oh Trent, it's terrible! I was walking home from work, and some thugs threatened me, and chased me into an alley. I hid behind some crates and they left, but I couldn't figure out where they'd gone to, because the alley dead-ended in the direction they'd gone, so I went to investigate! And when I touched the brick wall, I got sucked into Anime land! This is the Fruits Basket world, and they all think I have amnesia, because I couldn't tell them the truth! I mean, how do you tell someone they don't actually exist?! Trent, it's horrible! I want to come home, but I can't figure out how to get back! What if I'm trapped here forever?! What'll I do?" Julian hissed her voice low as she pressed a hand to the screen.
Hesitantly, Trent lifted a hand and pressed it against his side of the screen, a bewildered frown on his face.
"Julian...I...I just don't know what to say. Why does all these weird things always happen to you? "
"I don't know, but you have to get me out of here before I go insane! Trent! You need to figure out how to get me back!" Julian said, looking a bit frazzled as she removed her hand from the screen and folded her arms across her chest.
"Well... I'll do the best I can. Where's this alley at?" he asked, resting his forearms on his thighs.
"It's that one between the bank and Millar's Drug store on Market St." Julian replied, turning to glance back at the bathroom door for a second.
"Trent. I gotta go. Check things out on your end, and hopefully I'll be in touch." Julian hissed as she glanced back at him.
"Julian, wait! Where are..." Trent hissed in panic as she turned and hurried to the door, turning the light off before she opened the door, and disappeared from sight, the TV screen flickering before the regular show on Adult Swim came back on. Trent stared at the TV for a minute, bewildered as he lifted a hand to scratch his head in confusion. He didn't know what was going on, but he figured he should probably go check out this alley.
She'd finally managed to escape them. True, she was only hiding in the bathroom, but still...none of them were in there, thankfully. They'd all taken Hatori's lecture not to allow her to fall asleep for 8 hours seriously. And that had of course resulted in one of them always making sure they were with her. She'd seen neither hide nor hair of Kyo yet, but she'd finally, in a round about way, learned from Tohru that he was off training someplace with Kazuma for the weekend.
"At least I don't have to deal with him yet. "Julian muttered from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest. Everyone had been very nice to her, making sure she felt welcomed and almost like a part of the family, but she'd expected that. She had to be careful though not to become too familiar with the Sohma's, however. If they knew she already knew about them, there'd be problems. Not to mention questions. Questions she didn't have answers to. She didn't know all of what Hatori had told them, but she had an inkling of what he'd said. Yes, she'd definitely have to watch her step around them. She dumped the contents of her messenger bag on the floor, then ripped a hole in the lining; feeling a bit ticked off. That was her favorite bag. Figures that'd be the one she'd have to damage. She fiddled through the stuff that lay scattered on the floor, pulling out her wallet. She opened it and pulled a wad of money out, sitting it aside. She'd let the Sohma's think she had no money, but she'd just gotten paid that day. At home you know. In the real world. She had a grand total of $572 bucks in cash on her. One just never knew when it may come in handy, so she figured that to be on the safe side, she'd better not leave in her wallet that was about to be sewed up in the lining. She needed to get some contact solution, as well as a toothbrush. Hopefully those wouldn't be too high. Anyway though, it was a good thing she always listened to mom's advice, more or less, and carried a sewing kit with her, because it was bound to come in handy tonight. Mom had always said you should always be prepared for anything. Oh, if only mom could see her now.
"Actually, if mom could see me now, she'd probably drop over dead." Julian muttered as she stitched up the hole, the whole task taking only a matter of seconds. She turned the bag inside right again and scooped her stuff off the floor, throwing it back in the bag. She picked up her wad of money and shoved it in her pocket before pushing herself to her feet. She padded over to the sink and braced her hands on the basin, looking at herself in the mirror. She was starting to look...bad, to say it nicely. This stress was getting to her. She turned the water on and cupped her hands beneath the cool water, splashing a handful of it on her face. That felt much better, and hopefully it would help her look better too. She hoped that after she'd gotten some sleep, the dark circles under her eyes would go away, or else she feared she end up looking like a raccoon. One with short, spiky magenta hued hair, no less. If that happened, she could never leave the house again. If she did, it may result in a poor child becoming scarred for life. Their parents of course would make them get therapy, but that wouldn't help either. The poor kid would just never recover.
Julian giggled insanely as she patted her face dry with one of the towels hanging by the sink, praying it was Tohru's. Because thinking she may have been patting her face dry with one of the guy's towels was too much to take. She glanced back up into the mirror when she'd finished, her eyes going as wide a saucers as she discovered the reflection in the mirror was no longer of her. It was off a room some place, a very familiar room she knew quite well. It was her living room in her apartment in Hillsdale...and that was definitely Trent who'd just walked through her line of vision and threw himself on the couch, a can of pop in one hand, as the other reached for the remote.
"T...Trent! Trent, can you here me?!" She hissed, gripping the edge of the sink in a death grip as she leaned closer to the mirror, waiting for his reply.
"Well, how do ya like this?! She asks me over to hang out with her and she's the one who's late." Trent muttered as he leaned against the wall beside Julian's apartment, his arms folded across his chest. It was almost 11:45. Where was she?
"Aww, night probably ran long at the video store. She won't mind if I go ahead and let myself in to wait for her." He muttered, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the dim hallway. Seeing no one, he stooped down and picked her doormat up, pulling out her spare key. He let the mat drop to the floor again before he straightened up, letting himself in. It was dark inside, naturally, so he flipped the light on and headed for the TV. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned it on, tossing the remote on the couch. He wondered off to the kitchen, the TV blaring in the background as he pulled the fridge open. She'd been watching Adult Swim again he supposed, as he recognized the tag line for the program on Cartoon Network. He glanced in the fridge and grabbed a can of Pepsi, pulling the tab as he shut the fridge with his foot, flipping the light off as he took a sip of his pop. He headed for the couch and threw himself on it, reaching for the remote as he glanced at the TV. Some anime he'd never seen before was on; a girl with magenta colored hair starting at him from the TV, her eyes wide in desperation. She looked vaguely familiar, this girl, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what this anime was. Though he did think that the character designs looked a lot like the Fruits Basket characters. She suddenly spoke, her words causing him to inhale the swallow of Pepsi he'd been in the process of swallowing.
"Trent! Trent, can you hear me? It's me Julian! "The girl hissed, leaning closer to the TV screen. Pepsi sprayed from his nose as he leaned forward, slamming the Pepsi can on the coffee table.
"JULIAN?!?" He exclaimed in appalled shock as he wiped his face off, unable to believe his eyes.
"Are you drinking my Pepsi?! That better not stain my carpet! "She hissed, pointing her finger at him sternly.
"I...I...Julian?! Is that really you? How...how'd you get in the TV?!" Trent exclaimed as he leapt off the couch and stepped around the coffee table, crouching in front of the TV. She looked like Julian all right, except for the whole magenta colored hair, but other than that...not to mention she sounded like herself too.
"Oh Trent, it's terrible! I was walking home from work, and some thugs threatened me, and chased me into an alley. I hid behind some crates and they left, but I couldn't figure out where they'd gone to, because the alley dead-ended in the direction they'd gone, so I went to investigate! And when I touched the brick wall, I got sucked into Anime land! This is the Fruits Basket world, and they all think I have amnesia, because I couldn't tell them the truth! I mean, how do you tell someone they don't actually exist?! Trent, it's horrible! I want to come home, but I can't figure out how to get back! What if I'm trapped here forever?! What'll I do?" Julian hissed her voice low as she pressed a hand to the screen.
Hesitantly, Trent lifted a hand and pressed it against his side of the screen, a bewildered frown on his face.
"Julian...I...I just don't know what to say. Why does all these weird things always happen to you? "
"I don't know, but you have to get me out of here before I go insane! Trent! You need to figure out how to get me back!" Julian said, looking a bit frazzled as she removed her hand from the screen and folded her arms across her chest.
"Well... I'll do the best I can. Where's this alley at?" he asked, resting his forearms on his thighs.
"It's that one between the bank and Millar's Drug store on Market St." Julian replied, turning to glance back at the bathroom door for a second.
"Trent. I gotta go. Check things out on your end, and hopefully I'll be in touch." Julian hissed as she glanced back at him.
"Julian, wait! Where are..." Trent hissed in panic as she turned and hurried to the door, turning the light off before she opened the door, and disappeared from sight, the TV screen flickering before the regular show on Adult Swim came back on. Trent stared at the TV for a minute, bewildered as he lifted a hand to scratch his head in confusion. He didn't know what was going on, but he figured he should probably go check out this alley.