DISCLAIMER : I do not own Fruits Basket, although my CIA training could enable me……nevermind.
SPOILER WARNING : Things in this story relate as far up to manga chapter 115. If you do not want to be spoiled, don't read.
A dark rain poured down over the Souma estate, lending to it a sort of Poe-esque gloom that the American literary master would have been proud of. Mist from a nearby stream only enhanced the haunting quality of the buildings and gardens.
Standing quietly by her window, loosely draped in a blood red yukata, was a young woman with short black hair. Her eyes were filled with thoughts. Thoughts of pain, thoughts of anger, and one thought in particular that she couldn't shake.
The beautiful image of her greatest enemy, laying helpless on the ground, begging for mercy. Wallowing in shame in front of those whom she cared most for. A young mind plagued with guilt and perhaps a suicidal thought or two. Cruel? No, this girl deserved to be reduced to this state. She had ripped apart an entire family. Corrupted their thoughts. She should be happy to be allowed to live.
Akito Souma closed the shoji screen that separated her from the outside and stretched out on her futon, anticipating a dreamful sleep. Crafting a master plan.
"Pleasant dreams, Miss Honda."
This was just an introduction. For those of you who decided to be spoiled, here is a little BG for you. Akito Souma is a woman. She has had to hide her gender all her life, and very few members of the family know. Also, Momiji-kun has been freed from the curse. However, at the time that I am writing this, Momiji's freedom only occurred at the end of the last chapter, 115, and so the reason behind it is still unclear.
R&R if you want, even though it is only an introduction.