Through the looking glass

by EternalBliss

Ok, so I've moved this to the Misc. category because of all the complaints I recieve about having a story that crosses over so much in its prev. Category. Set in the Fruits Basket world, but crosses over var. anime.

18. Interlude 3 Anya, the Cleaning Lady

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits basket, but Julian, and Trent 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.

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Anya whistled as she pushed her cleaning cart down the hallway to apartment 5b, the last apartment on the 2nd floor. A young lady lived there, if she remembered correctly, a very sweet, tidy, little thing. It never took Anya long at THIS apartment. The old Jewish lady took out her ring of keys and flipped through them, finding the key for 5b. She slid the key in the lock and pushed the door open after she'd unlocked it. She flicked the light on as she pushed her cart through the door. She cocked one of her thick, hairy eyebrows as she glanced around, tsking under her breath. The living room looked cluttered; books and those new fangled dvd things scattered all over the coffee table. An empty glass sat on the table as well, one of the throw pillows on the floor. The cat wasn't in the laundry room either, something Anya was sure the girl was very particular about. Making a face, the short old lady left her cart by the door and headed for the kitchen She clicked her tongue in disapproval as she glanced at the dismal sight- a sink full of dishes, an opened box of cereal knocked over on the table, cereal scattered around it. The bedroom wasn't much better and Anya cocked an eyebrow as she spied the jockstrap lying on the floor in the bathroom. Had the girl turned into a slob over night? The mess though, did remind her of what one might expect to find in a guy's apartment. And then there WAS that jockstrap...

Shaking her head, Anya picked a book up off the coffee table and sat it on top of the dvd player, muttering one word under her breath as she sat to work.

"Oy!"

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And here is interlude 3. Lets see if Julian will be able to survive the next place she goes. Poor Girl. She's going to have an ulcer when this is through.