Fruits Basket OVA Series
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Fruits Basket Chapter Twenty Four: Requests
It was raining hard that June afternoon. Yuki had insisted on cooking lunch for both of their sakes. He was cooking or as Shigure had insisted burning rice, sushi and tofu.
''You know, you could have let me cook.'' Said Shigure. ''So you can burn the food? I don't think so.'' Yuki replied stubbornly. He didn't want to admit but he was cooking as poorly as Shigure had. The dinner was now ready. ''It's done.'' announced Yuki. Shigure looked at the food. Many parts of the food were black and resembled charcoal. He and Yuki set the table and began to eat. They felt as though they were eating ash but only Shigure was honest enough to spit it out. ''You're disgusting!'' Yuki exclaimed. ''You could've done better or perhaps you thought charcoal was nutritious.'' said Shigure.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. ''I'll get it.'' declared Shigure. He opend the door to find Kazuma Sohma standing there. ''Hello, Shigure.'' Kazuma said as he bowed. ''Good afternoon, Kazuma.'' Shigure replied bowing respectfully.
''Hi, Yuki.'' Kazuma said smiling at his student. ''Hi.'' Yuki said shyly. ''May we talk in private?'' He requested. ''Of course.'' Shigure agreed. They went over to his room. Shigure lit a cigarette as he talked. ''So how's Kyo doing up in the mountains?'' He asked.
''He's trainig very hard. There are times where he's angry but other than that he's fine.'' Kazuma replied. Shigure put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled slowly. ''I would like you to take him in. He could heal in this house. Perhaps you could help him.'' said Kazuma. ''What about Yuki? They can barely be in the same room together, let alone the same house.'' Shigure asked. ''Kyo will learn to lessen his hatred for Yuki. I'm sure of that.'' Kazuma replied. Yuki had stopped eating lunch and had stood outside the slide doors listening. ''I can't believe Master would do this. Dragging that stupid cat up to this house. He'll never change and I certainly won't either.'' Yuki thought angrily. He could remember the fist time he and Kyo had met. It was before Master Kazuma had decided to take him in. He leaned against the door letting the memory flow through his brain.
It was when they were still children.
Yuki had happen to be outside because Akito had then allowed him limited freedom. He was playing all by himself trying to be happy despite his loneliness. Suddenly he came across a red baseball cap.
He had never seen one except in the books that he read. Yuki looked wonderingly at it as he touched the cap gently, feeling the soft material. ''Hey!'' shouted the voice of a little boy. Yuki looked up.
A boy with orange hair and angry red eyes glared at him. ''Hello, can we be friends?'' Yuki asked kindly. The boy looked down at the cap with a disgusted look on his face. ''Don't touch my cap! I don't want a dirty little rat touching this!'' He shouted snatching the cap away. Yuki realized that this boy was Kyo, the cat. He didn't know what to say. Kyo walked away in anger leaving Yuki alone once more. He felt anger and jealously flowing through his veins. 'That stupid cat had no right to be upset.
''Yuki?'' Kazuma said. Yuki snapped out of his reverie and turned to face Kazuma. ''I will not welcome him into this house.'' He declared in a determined voice. ''I don't expect you to. But the decision is not yours.'' Kazuma replied calmly. He turned towards Shigure and said: ''Thank you for having me over. Farewell.'' With that he turned and walked away. ''It was good to see you too Kazuma! Toodle-oo!'' he waved cheerfully. Yuki's expression was still sullen. ''You know what will cheer you up?'' Shigure said. ''What?'' Yuki asked fearfully.
Soon they were watching one of Shigure's favorite shows Baywatch. ''Isn't it beautiful?'' Shigure asked. Yuki hated to admit it but he was agreeing with Shigure.
Meanwhile on the mountains Kyo was trainig very hard. Throwing kicks, punches and defensive moves. but it still couldn't take his mind off her. he just kept training, trying to erase the memory from his mind.