Chapter One

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"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, ok?" Kristen plopped down on her bed, reached over to flip on her night-stand lamp, and opened her latest edition of the Fruits Basket manga. The library was stock out of them, and they would only allow someone to check out five manga at a time; but Kristen was slowly getting through the series once more. Now that she understood it, it was becoming easier and easier to get into the plot.

"Ok," One of her two best friends, Meagan, was on the other end of the line. They were in the middle of a three-way; like they would do almost each night to catch up with their day's events. "Hey Maddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm reading."

"What?"

"Fruits Basket." Kristen answered, flipping a page and scanning the pictures. She loved it; it was her favorite manga, and she loved all the characters for their unique personalities. Although some might get on her nerves every now and then…

Meagan sighed from the other end of the phone. "That stuff again? You guys are going crazy." She shook her head; that's almost all that Kristen and her friend Rachel would do now that school was out. Meagan just didn't understand that stuff… And the reading backwards was hard on her head when she would try to pick up her favorite romance novel and accidentally read the last page.

"Hey!" Rachel, who had probably fallen asleep, snapped back to life. "Just because none of 'em love you don't mean you have to hate 'em." She countered, receiving a small giggled from the other side.

Meagan dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. Love. Kristen was in love with some Shugura or something; and Rachel couldn't get over a guy named Haku or Hasu or something. "Alright, alright. Whatever. I'll see you guys tomorrow, ok?"

"Alright." Kristen and Rachel both said in unison, as they all decided simultaneously to call it a night. Or at least a night from the phone.

"Night guys."

"M'kay."

"Bye."

Kristen hung up the small black house phone and set it on her night stand. Now she could focus on the task before her; the eighth volume in Tohru Honda's adventures; or Honda Tohru; however you look at it. After becoming obsessed with Fruits Basket series, she had been consumed by Japanese culture. Although she didn't know much of the language yet, she knew little phrases and bits of information that she would throw into conversations every now and then with Rachel. Rachel seemed to be just as into it as she was; but on a more casual and cool level. Rachel was always like that.

Kristen closed the book and laid it on her nightstand, turning of her lamp and sliding underneath her thick comforter. It had been a long day, and she was ready for some sleep. She could finish the book in the morning, and then go to the library to get the ninth volume; if she was lucky enough for them to have it.


The cool breeze on her face was what awakened Meagan. She groaned and rolled over, feeling the prickly crunching of candy against her freezing legs. She made a mental note to kill her brother for turning on the air conditioning and eating in her bed. Not that it wasn't getting warmer since it was summer; but having the fan on full blast all night just wasn't necessary. Besides, it made for a pretty crappy morning if you were anywhere near Meagan when she woke up. Now unable to get back to sleep, Meagan sat up and realized two very important things.

The first: those weren't candy wrappers in her bed.

The second: she wasn't even in her bed.

Meagan looked around frantically; the forest floor was littered with dead leaves even in the middle of summer. There was a cold wind blowing through the trees, freezing her bare legs. She was glad she wore a shirt to bed last night. The only factor that kept Meagan from going into a complete state of panic was that Kristen and Rachel were on either side of her, sleeping silently and pretty sound. Meagan didn't hesitate to shake them violently awake.

"You guys," She hissed, as Kristen lazily opened an eye and looked up at her. Rachel yawned. "You guys! Wake up!" She begged, and the alarm in her voice was what made Kristen sit up and Rachel roll over onto her back. Kristen stretched, still not aware she was sitting in the middle of the forest.

"Some night, huh?" She asked, grinning at Rachel. The girl nodded sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Meagan shook her head.

"Yeah, but we're not at home. I don't know where we are."

Kristen's eyes flew open fully and Rachel blinked up at the sky for a few moments. Kristen looked around them frantically; and although they were in a wooded area; there was a path just a few feet away that led out of the forest and visibly down a lane. Kristen scrambled to her feet, her long brown hair falling out of her low ponytail as she did so. She walked a short ways towards the path, and then turned back to them.

"Hey, let's go!" Kristen called, turning back to survey the path once more. It seemed safe enough. Meagan shook her head aggressively, as Rachel sat up and ran her fingers through her short black hair. It fell just passed her jaw line, so it didn't tangle that easily; but Rachel was always afraid it would. If it did, it was usually the first thing someone would notice. And that wasn't the point of a shorter hair-style. "C'mon Meg, it's a lot safer than where you are now! Would you rather find a way home, or sit there freezing to death?"

Meagan shook her head once more. "Kristen, look at me! I'm not decent!" She snapped, but Kristen shrugged. Rachel climbed to her feet and offered Meagan a hand.

"Look at us, Meg. I mean, yeah I'm in my pajamas," Rachel was wearing her full length pajamas; the mint green color with a low v-neck and apple colored spaghetti straps. Kristen was wearing a large pink t-shirt with short, purple cotton shorts. "But none of us are really ready to go to the Grammy's. C'mon, we'll find us some clothes, ok?" Meagan looked up at her, and then reluctantly stood. This had better be quick; she didn't want to be seen like this.

Kristen, in the mean time, was gaping at something down the path. Rachel raised a curious eyebrow as Meagan tried to cover herself.

"You guys, that's Shigure Sohma's house."

Rachel's heart seemed to skip a beat. "How do you know?"

"Because that's Yuki coming this way."

It was always Yuki: Yuki, this kind, great, perfect prince. As the boy came nearer, Meagan screamed and began looking hysterically around for something to hide behind. This, of course, just made Yuki quicken his pace; almost sprinting as he reached the two girls whom his eyes had set on once he heard the screams. His breath was slightly short, but that didn't keep him from fussing over them as soon as he was within speaking distance.

"Are you alright? I heard screaming." He explained, scanning the two girls for any injuries whatsoever. They looked fine to him, but maybe there were stalkers or burglars or something that had tried to hurt them…

"We're fine," Rachel assured him, a smile on her face as she gestured so with a wave, as if it would prove her correct. Kristen nodded along with her friend, turning to look at a tree behind them.

"Yeah, it's just our friend Meagan…"

"Shut up!"

Kristen turned back to Yuki, blushing a little. This was diffidently the best dream she had ever had… "Yeah, so we were just looking for our house, we're lost… So, we'll just be waking up now." She said awkwardly, looking over at Rachel and nudging her shoulder. "Anytime you wanna wake me up would be good." She whispered, and Rachel blinked.

Before she could speak, Yuki was answering her. "Waking up? But; this isn't a dream." He informed her, confused as to what she was saying. She didn't look like she was from around here anyways; more like one of those American girls that he had seen in class before. Maybe this was just one of their unusual sayings that they used every few seconds.

"Ha! Yeah right, you're not real. If you were real, then we wouldn't be able to do this." Kristen turned and slapped Rachel, expecting it not to hurt her; but the crack of skin on skin and the stinging of her hand proved otherwise. Rachel's hand flew to her face as she cradled her reddening cheek.

"You idiot! That hurt!" She shrieked, punching Kristen with force on the arm. Kristen paused for a moment, like she couldn't believe what was happening. It was when her shoulder began aching that she realized it wasn't a dream. And that Yuki was right.

He stood there, watching the two girls fight for a moment, wondering what could possibly be wrong with them. First they were saying he wasn't real; which was the craziest thing he had ever heard. Then they just began hitting each other as hard as they could, right before his eyes. What strange girls he had met…

Kristen's eyes widen as she looked down at the shoulder that she knew would bruise. With a quick breath she looked up at Rachel. She had never been punched in a dream by Rachel and it not be awakened instantly; much less it actually be painful (unless Rachel had really punched her in her sleep, which had happened before. Twice.). "Rachel, this is real." She whispered, before falling backwards and fainting of sheer surprise.


Ok, ok, I know it was a little short; but I wanted to make sure you guys liked it before I went droning on and you be bored. If you do like it, I can promise that future chapters will be longer… Unless you like them how they are. Whatever you think, let me know in a review!