Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket . . . I wish I did. I could make all of the characters go crazy.

Yay! This is my first story. So comments or criticisms would actually be very helpful! This is Bagel by the way. And, it's 1:49 a.m. I was eating pixie sticks . . . And this is about little Kyo and the 1st few days he was with Kazuma. It was originally a story about some original characters, but it reminded me of Kyo and Kazuma and I thought someone should finally add a story the account.

Kazuma had only taken Kyo in for repentance. It was hard getting to know the boy. He was so quiet. Whenever he did talk, he seemed angry. It was no surprise, he was probably the 1st one to take Kyo seriously, all because he was a "cat." So that's why he was out so early in the morning. He needed to think on all this.

Kyo was just a little boy after all. He woke up early as usual and went straight to the kitchen, picked up a plate, sat down all ready to eat. Wait. Something was missing. And being the little boy he was, he got nervous, but tried to convince himself all was right and it was just him. He wasn't a sissy. No, he wasn't! Yuki was!

Besides, Kazuma was here. He taught people how to beat up other people. People who taught the art of beating up people know how to beat up people. At least they should . . . They'd better! So Kyo waited. Then it hit him . . . There was no food! He would have to make some. But he had no idea how. Except for the use of this weird cooking utensil. That was where it always was, on the counter. Now what?

Well, something was tugging at the back of his simply complex head. He shrugged it off and went back to figuring out what to do after finding the cooking contraption. He-finally- wondered why there wasn't already food to begin with. Kazuma always makes the food. But . . . there was no food . . . Maybe Kazuma was still asleep. But he always woke up earlier than he himself did.

Kyo decided to go check. Without even realizing that he hadn't been anywhere further into the house than the kitchen except for once when he first got there. He'd never had any reason to wander into the "west side." So he mustered up all memories of that one time, to venture forth into the unknown! Although he hesitated, he gathered himself and started to venture forth into the unknown! The first step to venture forth into the unknown is to take the first step of the venture into the unknown! (A/N: Alright I'll stop with the venture forth into the unknown thing.) And that's what he did.

The creak of the floorboards spooked him and he jumped back, hitting his head on the wall. He stood up and rubbed his head. Then he tired again, stepping more carefully this time, surprisingly this caused an even louder creak. But he wasn't surprised this time after realizing what it was.

"Ok," he told himself as he reached a 'fork in the road', "Right, left, or straight ahead?" He did know the difference. He did!

Since he couldn't remember which way, he settled for the alternative.

"HELLO!" he yelled out. When no one answered, he called out again. Still, nothing. He then screamed his little lungs out saying "hello" and holding it out for what seemed like and amazingly long time, even though it really wasn't.

No one was home. He was alone! Home alone! His first thought was of 'scaredness'. He was alone! He ran back down the hall to his seat.

He just sat there. While sitting there, he eased his mind by thinking on both sides of this problem at hand. For one thing, he was alone, no one was there. For another, he was alone no one was there! He laughed mischievously. But laughing mischievously made him remember he was hungry. So what was there to eat?

Well, he figured, somewhere along the line he would have to learn how to cook. Why not now?

Filled with new enthusiasm and self-confidence, he set to work diligently. What could he make? His head was swimming in culinary dishes. However, he knew his limits and his own abilities, and he didn't want to take hours with this whole cooking thing, there was trouble making to be done! So what would be simple enough? The answer hit him earlier than realizing that he had the freedom of mischief.

Onigiri!

3 hours later

There was food on the wall, food, plates, bowls, pots, pans, knives, all over the floor. And even some deadly sporks stuck in the ceiling. He was covered in rice, plum juice, and anything else you can put in a riceball's back, but Kyo had ended up successful! He had succeeded! He had made onigiri and after one sample taste, he concluded that they tasted pretty good too.

He held it in his hands, with one bite chunk missing. He stared at it, when he heard unmistakably , Kazuma's footsteps.

"Well..." Kazuma said looking around the havocked kitchen.

Kyo turned to face him. He held out his hands.

"Onigiri!" he said smiling.

All the sudden, Kazuma didn't think he had anything to worry about with Kyo. At least, not for a little while. He'd worry when the time came to worry. Right now, everything was fine, and would be for quie some time. He could relax for a bit more.

He tasted some of Kyo's 'first culinary achievement' and thought,"...He cooks better than I do..."