Disclaimer: i don't own fruits basket, and you wouldn't want me too
i only own the characters i make up
well this is going to be my second published fanfic using fruits basket please Review .
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Hello my name is Hatsuharu i'm here to tell you about death, or what i know about death. Killing is classified into two things, homoside and suicide. let me tell you a story about the one girl that touched my life. It was 5 years ago, I was walking to school, she was siting by a tree in the park. she looked right at me, and she got up and huged me, to my astonishment i didn't change. we walked to school for a week and we started seeing each other, her name was Yumi. we talked about life and what we would do if we could bring anyone back to life, how i wish i could bring her back.
she had dark mysterious black hair, deep gray eye's that haunted the night, a smile that could brighten the worst of days, and she alway's wore a boy's uniform with black boots. her way of life was the same as mine, i asked her one day, it so happened to be valentines, to be mine forever. she hesitated the answer, i was so scared she would say no, but she said yes. i placed a golden band on her finger and walked her home that fateful day. she asked me to stay awhile, so i did, i loved her and she loved me what else was i to do? Leave her you might think, well NEVER! I stayed with her all night and eventually moved in.
she cooked and i cleaned, we were perfect. It was a T.V show but for real. she looked at me one night and sat up in her bed "If i was ever to be killed what would you do?" she asked me, I thought about if for a second and looked at her across the room " it matters how you are killed and who killed you" i told her. she nodded then answered "what if you killed me?" i got shocked, my heart skiped 3, no maybe4 whole beats, but i looked calm as i answered " i would have to kill myself too". she nodded agian and we both drifted off to sleep.
I was our wedding day we were walking around talking to people on our way there, when one old looking fellow walked up to Yumi and said "miss, bear me 1, maybe2 minutes" she nodded and he went on " you will die when the clock strickes twelve" he said and walked away.We laughed, and continued our journey. i had to tie my shoe so i stoped but she was crossing the street when a car flew up to her and hit her.i cried for weeks and i never forgot our conversations, our hopes, and our dreams. just because some punk ass kid who was showing off his car killed her, i never met the lovely Mrs. Yumi Sohma.