The Curses' Cold Touch
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Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket, this would not be a fanfic, now would it? I didn't think so.
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Summary: It's one of the breaks during Tohru's second year of high school and she's already been through a lot with the Sohmas. What happens when an old friend returns to reveal a similar curse? A relationship between the Sohmas and the other cursed family?
In the last chapter, Kristi finds a picture. In a book. That she made. A picture of her and Shigure at an event that, until now, she thought she had missed because of work. An important event. To make it even scarier for her that she didn't know about it, she was Senior Queen while Shigure was Senior King. Not wanting to get caught quite yet looking at the picture, she's hidden it in her sleeve before Shigure asks her to go to the same carnival that they went to years ago. But something happens to Kristi and even though Shigure is sitting right in front of her, she can't see him. What the hell…?
Author's Note: I'll be the first to note that this is probably a weird chapter… ¬¬;
12. fell out of her chair and hit the ground. Hard. The novelist quickly got up from his seat and kneeled next to Kristi. Without a second thought, he picked her up, but he noticed that her eyes were still open. The orbs that were usually bright and glossy were at the moment empty, lonely, sad, and everything else that he had previously known to be impossible for such a soul—cursed as it was. Kristi's eyes closed, allowing her mind's games to become more vivid. From the blinding darkness in her mind, she started to hear voices as though she had not heard them in ages. "Tii-chan, you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine."
On a wet sidewalk, a small motorcycle had just gone by after its operator had thrown a small burlap bag of sand at the American who was currently on her knees, resting her upper body weight on her right hand that was pressed onto the concrete. The projectile had hit her in the side of the head, knocking the circular glasses clear off her face. Without them, she couldn't see a thing. A sixteen-year-old Shigure was kneeling in front of her before he handed her the glasses. "He really doesn't like me, does he?" the sophomore chuckled as she put the glasses onto her face, realizing that the impact with the ground must have made them crooked as they no longer rested evenly on her face.
"Hey, Haa-san? Come quickly," Shigure's voice was heard, but as much as she wanted to wake up, she couldn't. "Yeah, it's Tii-chan. Alright. See ya."
In the next display, Kristi was lying in her bed on her apartment with an ice pack resting on her forehead. Her cheeks were red, her breathe was shallow, and she was shaking. Shigure ran into the room, pushing the slightly ajar door open and Hatori stood in the doorway next to Ayame. "She's only fifteen," Hatori quietly said so that Shigure could not hear him, "but she's already been diagnosed with asthma, diabetes, and high blood pressure." "Tii-chan, hold on!" Shigure said, kneeling at the head of the bed to talk to the weak body, "the ambulance is on its way!"
"It's about time you called me," Hatori's voice was heard and Kristi mentally smiled, "So, you were just sitting outside and she passed out?" "I think there's something wrong with her head," Shigure said in response, "And a few seconds after she passed out, her eyes were still open. They looked kind of sad."
Shigure and Hatori walked into the dog's room where Kristi was lying on his bed. An ice pack was on her forehead, her breaths were short, and her face was red. The two watched her for a few moments before Hatori glanced over to Shigure, "This reminds me of that Saturday afternoon at her apartment. What's it been? Twelve years since?" Shigure nodded, "History really is repeating itself, isn't it?" "Exactly the same," Hatori said as he took a seat next to the bed and checked her temperature. His brows furrowed as he looked at the figures on the thermometer, "Well, it was exactly the same.." "What's up?" Shigure asked, looking at the thermometer as well, "It's 99.1 Fahrenheit. Isn't that just a little high? Shouldn't she be okay?" "For one thing, you said that there might be something in her head," Hatori said, "But her average temperature is lower than the average person's." "What do you mean?" "Her average has always been somewhere around 94.1 while the norm is about 97.1 degrees. It'd be like a 102 degree fever for either of us."
About an hour later, Hatori put another ice pack on her forehead as the previous one had melted. "Nn…" "Kristi?" Kristi opened her eyes to see Hatori sitting on the chair next to the bed. "Tori-kun?" She tried to push herself up, but merely managed to move back towards the head of the bed a few inches. "Don't try to get up, Kristi," Hatori said, "You've got a fever of 97.6—it's gone down from the 99.1 it was before—and I checked your blood sugar and it's down to 81." Hatori gave her a small package wrapped in white napkins. She succeeded in sitting up and she opened it to find small pieces of chocolate, "Oh, thanks, Tori-kun." Kristi put a piece of chocolate in her mouth and let it melt, "So, my blood sugar is low? No wonder my dreams were so weird." "Dreams?" Hatori asked, raising a brow, while Kristi chuckled with another piece of chocolate in her mouth, "Yeah. You were there. Shi-kun and Aya-kun, too. It was the four of us and we were still in high school. It was like a memory, but I don't remember any of it happening. And then Sh—" Kristi paused for a moment to cut herself off before shaking her head, "Never mind. It was definitely the blood sugar acting up on me again." Hatori didn't say anything for a few moments before he stood up and walked out the door, "The climate here isn't good for you and you're not used to it anymore. Go back home, Kristi." Kristi watched in confusion as the door slid shut. "But…"
Because home is where the heart is…
"But I want to stay here…"