Author's Note: I know what you're all thinking… "Oh my god, she updated!" Was I right? Okay, never mind. Don't answer that unless I'm right. But, hey! I had marching band, but when that was over, I still had the upcoming symphony concert on December 6th. Once that was over, I still had midterms and then, there was the Explorer test where we get to choose our profession (Already!"). Plus, there were the violin lessons and I had to practice 6 days and then the ILA book project…god, now I'm blabbing.

So… hey! Give me a break! (Waves arms and is suddenly handed a Kit Kat Bar) What the…? When I said "break" I didn't mean this! Although… (Opens and eats it.) (Muffled voice) Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

A Cinderella Fairy Tale

Disclaimer: Any relation to any other fanfiction or anime or manga is a total coincidence seeing as I don't own Fruits Basket or Cinderella.

Chapter 5:

"Kyo? Kyo, wake up," a man shook the shoulder of his son. He was wearing a white kimono and had long gray hair tied into a ponytail. His son started to groan and yawn. He was wearing blue pajamas that clashed horribly with his red hair and his usual red and white bracelet.

"Eh? W-What is it, Shishou?" he asked, now rubbing his eyes with a hand in the shape of a fist. "Just wanted to know if you were up for a little sparring…" his master said with a grin. Now, Kyo was wide awake, stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at his master/father with widened eyes, and slowly started to smile. "Yeah!"

(--?--)

He walked over towards the tree and sat down beneath it. He slowly glanced around to see if there was anyone else besides himself and slowly took off his hood. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. A flashback of yesterday came back to him.

(Flashback)

"Alright…" the brunette had said slowly. The other teen only tried to avoid her eye contact and only kept scrubbing the floor in a circular motion. She's really worried about me, and she doesn't even know who I am? He thought as he kept scrubbing. He glanced at her every now and then when he thought she wasn't looking. His eyes softened and he glanced down at his hands—the ones that were holding the rag—and kept scrubbing.

The brunette only smiled when she saw him glancing at her every now and then. At first, she thought that it was her imagination, however, the more often it happened, she realized that he really was looking at her. Maybe he's worried about me? Oh no! What if I offended him somehow without even realizing it! Maybe that's why he was so cold to me. She thought worriedly and kept scrubbing. After a while of thinking and scrubbing (and looking at the brunette every now and then in the boy's case), she started to blush from the boy's attention.

"Um…I'm sorry for being rude to you earlier. It wasn't even fair of me. I'm…I'm a bit of a ditz if that's what you call it, so I don't know what I did to offend you…I only want us to be friends again…that's all…" the brunette started to say, she stopped scrubbing and started to wring her hands around and around.

The other—however—was taken completely from surprise. He didn't expect her to say that…maybe yell, but not that. This girl was very unpredictable…if he didn't know her that is…he was sure that her close friends would expect this kind of behavior from the girl. He looked up surprised, stopped scrubbing and stared at her. It was then that he started to notice some things.

He noticed how her chin was almost perfect, curving in an almost perfect angle and that her eye color was a beautiful and captivating turquoise…easily mistaken for blue. If no one took a second look at her, she would easily be mistaken for a servant…then again, she was. If someone had taken a chance to look at her…she might be a princess… He also noticed that the dress that the brunette was in was very ragged and there seemed to be brown stains…of something…like something very old…like it was there for a while.

Yes, Tohru Honda can easily be passed by as some other person you don't know. The plain, and simple, yet beautiful flower in a field filled with other beautiful flowers. If you pass by that flower, and don't try to smell it, you might miss something. You don't know her, you don't know Tohru Honda.

Tohru Honda is a very unique character in this story, yes, very unique. And that is why some people are out to get her.

The brunette was still in a trance, as if someone had hypnotized her because she was wringing her hands around and around and saying 'sorry' all over and over again. The male smiled at her 'attitude' and started to speak.

"It's okay. I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm…not used to people doing that…asking so many questions…heh…even I don't talk that much. Look, just…could you stop doing that?" he snapped and the brunette looked up, startled and surprised, before meeting eye contact and quickly averting her eyes to the floor where she turned bright red.

The boy, Yuki, was confused. Why did she turn red? Is she sick? He raised a delicate eye brow, watching her shake her head and saying that she was alright, and just kept scrubbing.

(End flashback)

He shrugged off the memory and started to walk towards the village square…making sure that his hood was on. He needed some supplies…

(--?--)

"No! I said it's my turn to lead now!" said a bi-colored teen angrily as he pointed out a finger in anger to another man. The other man had long slivery white hair and was just walking along side a path.

"Ho-hum…it's not your turn yet, little one," he said and kept walking. "Besides…if I let you lead then we would be lost," he continued and made the teen even angrier, but calmed himself down and said, "Aren't we already lost?"

"Don't you even talk!" the sliver white haired male snapped. The teen grunted, gave up and followed the older man. "Where are we even going?" asked the bi-colored teen. "Why…we're going into hiding for a while."

"Yeah, I know that, but where exactly?" asked the annoyed teen. The older male stopped walking and bent down and closed into the teen's face and said, with a finger on his lips, "Now, now, Haru-kun. You must be patient!" The teen's face turned into a scowled, but stopped when he saw the seriousness in the man's face.

Both looked up and listened for a while. There were shouts and gunshots. Ayame's eyes widened, grabbed Haru's wrists and started to run. Neither of them looked back.

(--?--)

Glancing right and left, he made sure that no one was watching him suspiciously like a hawk. After about a half an hour or so, he got comfortable and started to just stroll around the square until something caught his eye.

He stopped in front of a booth and looked down at the items. The booth was selling medallions and crystal earrings. The medallions came in gold, bronze and silver. There were also many designs on which you could decorate it with. He leaned in closer and the man at the booth asked, "Medallions. They're 1000 yen a piece. One time offer. Take it or leave it." The man had a beard and was dressed in a dark red robe—one like Yuki's.

Yuki only kept looking at the medallions and picked one up. "Hm…" he started and walked closer to the earrings, "I'll take this medallion and these earrings." He pointed towards a pair crystal earrings in the shape of tears. "…and maybe this one, too," he picked up a ring earring. "And make that another medallion."

The man only looked at the hooded youth with narrowed eyes and asked, "Are you sure you have enough money, kid?" Yuki looked up, careful enough to not show who he was and nodded. He handed the man his money and the man placed his items in the bag.

"Thank you," Yuki said quietly and walked out of the booth and into a quiet alley with a bench where he could observe what he bought.

First he picked up the first medallion. It was a silver one. Beautifully hand crafted and a bit rusty, the design on it was a simple daisy. Why did I even buy this? He thought to himself as his mouth turned into a grim frown. "…and this…" He picked up the pair of crystal tear earrings. "Why'd I even bother?" He placed both items in his bag and left to go to his temporary home.

(--?--)

"No, not like that…like this," the elder carefully corrected the youth's position and when it was correct, he nodded with a smile. The youth smiled back and bowed. "Thank you sensei!" he said cheerfully and looked up at the elder.

"Ah, it's no problem. I'll be seeing you tomorrow, then?" the elder asked with a tilt of his head. The youth nodded almost immediately, brown locks of hair swishing and moving along. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kazuma-sensei!" he started to run to the changing room as he waved.

"Bye!" the teacher said, smiled and waved. Once the youth disappeared, he turned to look behind him. A wall stood there, but he knew who was behind it. "…Kyo? What's wrong? You seem…distracted," the teacher started to say as the youth behind the wall moved slightly.

"Nothing Shishou…" he only answered back somewhat lamely. Kazuma didn't press further…perhaps, maybe another time.

"Kyo…if that is what you wish…" he said and started to walk back into the dojo, leaving his son outside to think for a while.

The boy, Kyo, only frowned and narrowed his eyes. "Damnit…" he whispered as he clenched a fist. He turned around to face the wall. "Damnit!" he yelled as he swung his fist into the wall.

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"OW!"

Kazuma only smiled at his son's foolishness.

Chapter start date: September 20th

Chapter end date: December 9th

Chapter post date: December 10th

Chapter re-post date: December 13th

Author's Note: Tried to add some humor there…but as always…I'm hopeless when it comes to humor…

I'm so sorry it took me forever to write and post this story! I had writer's block, but then! I clicked onto this document and then reread some of the parts, I got my inspiration back! (Sort of) For now…actually… (Due to my procrastination and Christmas coming up…) This story will probably be on hold until next year. I'm sorry! It's because I want to try to work on my other stories! I'm so sorry! Xx Please review peoples! I love it when people review!

Review, flame or no update.

Oh yeah! HAPPY EARLY HOLIDAYS, PEOPLES!