The Curse of Blood

A.N.: Yay, my first story! I hope you like it. Please comment on it, I need improvement. Rated for future stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, not yet at least BWHAHAHAHA

Whispers were the only signs that the dark room was occupied. Conversations were always whispers in this room, this dark and oppressive cell. Sound was afraid to be too loud in this hostile area, afraid it would draw the attention of the cruel occupant of the room.

"Akito, the cat has been found," the doctor informed his sickly charge. A cold smile bared itself to the shadows. "Good, bring him home," came the hushed reply, somewhat weak and harsh.

"SHE is to arrive next week." The smile disappeared. "Shisou is flying to her mother's home as we speak. It turns-" before the whisper could finish its journey out into the darkness, it was contested.

"Why, Hatori, is HE going, when Shigure and yourself have nothing important to do?" A poisonous whisper barreled out into the room. This whisper wanted to be screamed, pelted at the darkness, but its speaker was too frail to bear the load.

"He knew the old cat the best of all of us… plus she is his niece. Yoko Sohma and her twin Tsukiko have been in America this whole time." Hatori wrote Akito's progress into the enormous medical file, oblivious to the darkness.

A brave whisper, louder than any of its precursors, burst into the blackness. "A TWIN! Is that even possible for us?"

"Apparently. But the strangest thing is all of this is the fact that…"

Voices carried on in the eternal darkness.