Hello everyone! Thank you for showing your interest in my first fan fiction! Of course, there's a Kyoru pairing! In my eyes this story seems a little boring, but I decided to give it a try. The play that's mentioned in this chapter actually does occur in the manga, chapter eighty-eight to be exact. It's rather amusing! -giggle- Well, I hope you all enjoy this story and please review because reviews are both appreciated and helpful! Thanks, and enjoy the first chapter of this story!

Title: Unexpected
Author: Swaying Cherry Blossoms
Chapter: The Brief Meeting
Summary: Tohru Honda's mother and Kyo Sohma's father have been friends for thirty years and their children have never met. But on one fateful day, the two teens meet and their lives are changed forever.


Here, a little jealousy

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I hope you think of me

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Hope you wonder where I sleep at night

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'Cause I feel like I'm inside out

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You got me upside down

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Maybe I was holding on too tight

- Inside Out by Yellowcard

"Okay Mom, I'm going now! I'll be back in an hour or two!" Tohru Honda called to her mother as she stepped out of the house.

Tohru, age seventeen, was a rather handsome girl with brown hair that stopped an inch or two before her waist and brown eyes that were always glimmering with happiness. She was slender with very fair, creamy white skin and a light tint of pink color in her cheeks. Tohru always had a smile on her face and was always willing to put other people before herself, never ceasing to think of her own troubles, only that she needed to help someone.

In her hand Tohru carried a small messenger bag. She was headed about the neighborhood to sell tickets to her high school's production of Cinderella. Tohru had been selling tickets for two days, and the play was scheduled for the upcoming week. Kyoko Honda, Tohru's mother, usually accompanied her when she sold the tickets. But, during the morning of that day, Kyoko had twisted her ankle while walking down the steps and was resting in bed for the remainder of the afternoon as a result of Tohru's pleading request.

It was a humid autumn afternoon with grey clouds scattered across the sky. A heavy blanket of fog sat on the ground, causing Tohru to not see anything passed her ankles. The grass was wet with dew and it seemed as if sunny days and beautiful weather would never return to Tokyo again.

Instead of walking up the path to her next-door neighbor's home, Tohru started up the sidewalk and turned at the corner. During the first two days of ticket selling Tohru and Kyoko had covered most of the houses on their block and the next. Tohru cautiously headed across the vacant road and ended up on a block she had scarcely visited in all of her years of living in Tokyo. This specific block was occupied with homely looking homes that seemed identical to one another. There was one rather large home that stood out from all the rest. Tohru decided to start at that house, for it was one right in front of her, and work her way down the west side of the block and save the other side for the next day.

"Wow, this house is so grand," breathed Tohru as she went up the path to the home. The house, in fact, was very grand. It was wide with mahogany siding and a becoming sliding door. There was a very handsome porch before it, lined with pots of exotic looking flowers and plants. Hanging in front of the door were wooden wind chimes, but they were stationary due to the absence of the wind that day.

Before Tohru had gotten a chance to walk onto the porch, the door slid open and a man stepped outside. The man was tall, middle-aged, and had short grey hair. The grey color seemed to twinkle regardless of the sun's absence and Tohru could have sworn that for a minute it was pure silver. He wore a white martial arts uniform with a black belt tied around his waist. But the man's face was warm and cheerful and he laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Those kids really do say the funniest things sometimes," he chuckled to himself as he wiped his brow. He then was aware of Tohru standing before him, her face crimson, clutching the handle of her messenger bag. "Oh, hello," the man greeted her as his expression softened. He still had a smile on his face, as if it were permanently glued there. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Tohru smiled, nodded, and opened her mouth to speak but as she did, it started to drizzle. But letting a little drizzle get in the way was out of the question, for Tohru was solemnly determined to sell all of the tickets that were in her bag. She resumed talking, explaining to the man that her high school was putting on a play and that she was going around the neighborhood selling tickets for the production. The man nodded and seemed to take great interest in what Tohru was saying, unlike some of the other people in the neighborhood who would interrupt her and politely decline.

"Sounds interesting," said the man. "When will this play be held?"

"September twenty-third," Tohru replied. "That's next Friday. It's at seven o'clock at Kaibara High."

Nodding, the man turned to open the sliding door and beckoned to Tohru. "Why don't you come inside?' he offered. "It looks like this drizzle is going to grow a little heavier, and I'd like to hear more about this play." Tohru was flattered, but felt that she might be in the way. But when the man insisted, and when the drizzle grew heavier, Tohru shyly stepped inside and the man followed her, sliding the door shut behind him.

It was then clear that this house was not a house, but a martial arts dojo. Tohru and the man were now inside a large room lined with four cushioned mats. Spread throughout the room were small children, two on each mat, kicking and punching the air. At the front of the room were two males, one who looked to be a little over twenty-five and one who looked about Tohru's age. Tohru couldn't help but admit to herself that the boy she thought her age was very handsome. He was tall, tan, and slender, and had fiery orange hair. His expression was hard and rough and he didn't seem to be enjoying what he was doing. The man beside him was slightly taller and had brown hair that was parted at the middle. His expression was cheerful, like the man who stood with Tohru, and he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing.

"There's only ten minutes left in this class," said the man. "You're welcome to stay here and watch if you'd like—" he looked outside "—because it seems that the rain has grown heavy so you can stay until it lets up. I'll get chairs from the hall and you can tell me more about your play."

"Oh, no! I couldn't!" shrieked Tohru. "It would be too much. I don't want to be in the way at all! I don't mind the rain, and I don't live far from here, I—"

"Nonsense!" said the man, who was rather amused. He went in the hall to retrieve two chairs and brought them in to the room. Tohru shyly sat down on the one he provided for her and laid her messenger bag on her lap. She opened it up and took out a roll of tickets along with a clipboard in which several papers, and a pen, were attached to it. The man sat down in the chair next to Tohru.

"Now, what play is your school putting on?" he inquired.

"Cinderella," Tohru replied. She dug through her messenger bag in search for a copy of the play poster and handed it to the man once she found one. The man looked at it and his eyes seemed to lock onto one person in particular. He pointed to that person; a boy dressed in an outfit resembling a priest's robe and said, "Do you know that boy?" Tohru looked at the boy and nodded. "Yes, that's Yuki Sohma!"

"Ah, I see," the man answered, nodding. "My name is Kazuma Sohma. I used to be his martial arts teacher."

Tohru's eyes widened and her jaw slowly dropped.

"Wow, that's amazing! Are you related to him!" she squeaked, her eyes filled with stars. The man laughed and nodded. "Well, distantly, yes. You see that boy at the front of the room, with the orange hair?—" Tohru nodded "—He is a cousin of Yuki's. His name is Kyo, although he and Yuki don't get along that much." Tohru nodded, thinking how coincidentally she had just stumbled upon some of Yuki Sohma's relatives. Yuki Sohma was known as the most handsome and popular boy in Kaibara High.

"You're going to be playing Cinderella, right?" the man asked her, resuming back to the subject of the school play.

"Oh, no," Tohru said, slightly blushing. "I'm her step-sister! My friend is going to be playing her!" Tohru pointed to a girl on the poster. The girl had black hair and dark eyes, along with a gentle smile. She was wearing a black dress as well. Kazuma laughed nervously, ceasing to imagine that this sweet girl could possibly be playing Cinderella's evil step-sister. "Well, this play seems to be interesting," he said. "I'll ask Kyo, along with my student Kunimitsu, that man who is teaching the class with Kyo. I'm sure they'd like to come." Tohru could sense doubt in Kazuma's voice.

And so the class ended within another five minutes and Tohru watched as the children all scurried out of the room, laughing and giggling. Kyo and Kunimitsu dried the sweat off of their red faces. Kunimitsu sat down against the wall, happy to be able to rest, and Kyo made his way out of the room. Before he walked out though, Kazuma stopped him.

"Kyo, I'd like to ask you something," Kazuma said as Kyo stopped before the door. Kyo eyed Tohru suspiciously, hoping that Kazuma wouldn't ask him to take her out on a date or something else similar to that.

"There's going to be a play at Kaibara High, the school where Yuki goes to. It's next week, and I was wondering if you would like to come … You too, Kunimitsu," Kazuma added when he saw that Kunimitsu was listening. He stood up and walked over to Kazuma, Kyo, and Tohru, seeming rather interested. Tohru had noticed that at the sound of Yuki's name, Kyo had balled his free hand into a fist, his other hand almost crushing the water bottle he was holding in his other.

"No," Kyo growled through gritted teeth. And with that, he stepped out of the room.

Tohru's expression was not of insult, but of shock. Kazuma had told her that Kyo and Yuki Sohma did not get along, but Tohru didn't think that it would prevent Kyo from going to her school to see the play. But then again, she thought of other reasons for Kyo not wanting to go but couldn't help thinking that Yuki was the main reason.

As Kyo stepped out of the room, Kazuma and Kunimitsu shook their heads. "I apologize for Kyo's behavior," Kazuma said rather disappointedly. "That was very rude of him, but I'm sure he knows it. When something involves Yuki, Kyo automatically refuses to be a part of it. They can't ever see each other without starting a fight." Tohru thought of Yuki, the prince of Kaibara High, fighting with someone. The thought was very hard to think up. "Oh, um, it's alright," Tohru responded, putting on a smile. "I understand! I couldn't think of a boy wanting to go see Cinderella anyway, but thank you for showing interest in it! Not much people showed as much interest as you have, Kazuma-san." Tohru bowed her head to show her appreciation. She then glanced out the window quickly and saw that it had stopped raining. She began to gather her things.

"Thank you so much, Kazuma-san, for letting me stay here while it rained," she said as she stood up and bowed. "It was very nice meeting you both—" Kunimitsu smiled "—and Kyo-san."

"Once again, I'm very sorry for Kyo's behavior," Kazuma apologized. Kunimitsu nodded in agreement. "Oh, it's okay!" Tohru responded. "It's really no problem! But now I don't want to be in your way any longer. The rain stopped so I think I'll go. Thank you again!" She turned and headed for the door, sliding it open, and smiled at Kazuma and Kunimitsu before shutting it.

Tohru stepped off the porch and walked down the muddy pathway that led to the sidewalk. She turned back to the dojo to get one last look at it and saw that Kyo was sitting on the porch, his chin in his hand and his legs dangling off the edge. He was no longer wearing his martial arts uniform, but a tight black shirt a khaki cargo pants. Tohru blushed, for he seemed to be watching her, and she nervously waved to him. "Goodbye, Kyo-san! It was nice meeting you!"

"Nn," was Kyo's grunted response.

Back inside the dojo, Kazuma and Kunimitsu were cleaning up the large room, preparing for the next martial arts class to arrive (Kyo was not to be teaching for the rest of the day). As Kunimitsu picked up the chairs to bring them back out into the hall, he spotted a slip of paper on the floor. Curious, Kunimitsu bent down to pick it up and scanned the form. "Kazuma-dono," he called, setting down the chairs and walking over to the shishou. "I think that girl left this here. Should we have Kyo run down the block to see if he can find her?" He handed Kazuma the paper.

Once Kazuma had the paper he scanned it as Kunimitsu had done, his eyes stopping on one particular word. A smile grazed his lips as he closed his eyes. "Honda," he whispered to himself.


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