Author's Note: It's time to get things rolling. I've been writing this story in my notebook at school during the little freetime I have, but I've looked over how many chapters I've written and what I have up for fans and I thought, "This won't work." So I appologize... Chapter 1 for all my loving friends.

This whole chapter is told from Masahiro's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. The only character I own is Masahiro. Masahiro is a fan character and is not part of any canon.

Chapter 1: The Actual Meeting

I suppose some of you were hoping to read Shigure's version of this story, seeing as he's a famous novelist and all that. Well I'm afraid I won't subject you to that torture. I read it... and I personally thought it was overdramatized to the umpteenth power. So instead of letting you see bullshit, I'll be telling you the story from my point of view. Momiji and others might also have something to say. And Shigure was correct about some things. Yes... I'm a guy... Yes... I love Momiji...

Yes, I am very capable of and willing to rip out your throat if you say anything about it, so shut up.

My name is Masahiro Watanabe. I am fifteen-years-old, just starting my first year at Kaibara Highschool. I, like Shigure, am a writer, though poetry is more of my thing. I am not a fan of sports and I am definently what one would call an outcast.

I'm also an assassin. Hard to believe, isn't it? A fifteen-year-old boy claiming to be an assassin? Well I shit you not, my readers. The Watanabe clan is said to be descended from a ninja guild and I suppose I inherited the natural ability to kill without getting caught... and the drive to do it... followed. Like the Watanabe before me, I killed those who I saw were doing wrong. I have killed thieves, rapists, and murderers despite being one myself. It all started when I was five-years-old. I was raped. My parents, instead of comforting me, hurt me. You'll get to see more of that later, but... I'll just tell you this for now.

I killed them!

Yes, I killed my own parents. I even killed another man, dragged him in, and cut myself up to make it look like I killed him out of self-defense. I used one of the mittens my mother used to lift pots to put the knife in the dead man's hands without leaving any DNA on it. The police inspected everything. Nothing traced back to me. Nothing could claim I was the murderer. Five-years-old... and I had gotten away with it.

Of course, I then ended up in a foster family. They neglected me, but at least they left me alone. As long as they left me alone, it didn't bother me. I was free to myself and I was free to heal. But I couldn't. I tried, but every night, I would remember the rape and the abuse. I would feel so disgusting and hurt. I began to hate myself for even being born. And as I drowned in my despair and sorrow, my heart began to freeze over. When my foster family could no longer ignore requests to send me to school, I was sent... And I had no friends. Only enemies. It's been that from Kindegarden... to right now. And I liked it that way. It kept me from feeling worse in case I said the wrong thing to hurt someone.

So here I am now, alone as ever, strolling down the hallways exploring the school. Silver-colored bangs fell in my eyes, sharp blue eyes I heard people say, and I did not bother brushing them away. My skin was deathly pale, my figure rather skinny. I did not wear uniforms. I stopped wearing uniforms at Kaibara Middle School. Teachers would get on my case, but when one ended up drowned in the lake, which I had nothing to do with at all, they got off of my case. I never told them I didn't kill him. And my reputation must've spread. Students were staring at me with fear and hatred mingled in their eyes and teachers kept their big mouths shut. So I got to get away with wearing a black T-shirt with a fiery pentagram on the front, blue jeans, and black shoes.

And it was in those hallways we crossed paths. I stopped when I first saw him. He captivated me like he did everyone else. I don't know what it was back then. Was it the shimmering blonde hair that sparkled brightly in the hallway lights? Was it the tall golden eyes filled with innocernce and childish joy? Was it that fact that he was a crossdresser and he actually made the girl's uniform work instead of ending up looking like a freak I would taunt and mock forever? Personally, I think it was his aura, the charm he just radiated. It had girls squealing, kept boys from mocking him, and kept my eyes fixated to him as he walked by.

He was very cute... Adorable even... Cuddly-looking, loveable, the kind of guy that you look at and just yell out the three letters OMG before going into a rant on how cute he is, forgetting that OMG is text speak and should never be used in real life because it implies that you are an intellectually challenged individual... I am just saying it to prove a point, forgive me.

But I did notice a couple of faces that noticed his cuteness. Most of us would rather have not had them notice. They smirked softly, their eyes trailing on him as if they would never leave. I was afraid of what they were thinking... of what they would possibly do if they got the chance to do it. So I began to follow him. I tried to keep enough distance in order to avoid the questions on why I was following him and it worked. People thought I was heading on my own way. But it got less crowded when we came to a corner between two hallways. He turned and must've seen someone because he yelled something with the tone that suggested he was just a child. It sounded like... Halo... Was he going to start a conversation about Halo or something? Did a kid who looked and acted like this even play Halo?! I kept behind the corner and I looked out to see who he was speaking to. I knew the two due to their reputation. The orange haired one was Kyo Sohma, cousin to the Prince of the school, Yuki Sohma. And Tohru Honda, the girl there, was pissing off the Yuki fangirls by continually socializing with him. Leave it to the fangirls to make more then one person miserable.

"Tohru!" Apparantly Blondie, as I knew him back then, knew her. And she knew him too as she turned to reply.

"Momi... ji..." The pause was caused when Kyo came out of nowhere and slammed Momiji down. Not even a hint of warning or a word spoken, he just slammed the poor boy.

"ARE YOU RETARDED?!" The words were loud and harsh. I felt bitter anger biting at me. It struck me off guard... I didn't even know this boy, and yet, as he cried due to Kyo having hit him, I was getting angry. I wanted to run out and deal him in spades. Could it have been my obsession to deal justice? But then again I would've wanted to kill Kyo and hitting someone was far less severe from killing them and stealing from them. So I don't know really now... I think Shigure did have me run out and deal him in spades, but it was in such an overdramatized manner... How dare you hurt the one I love, you fiend?!... No one would say that about someone they just met.

This is real life. And I wasn't going to do anything. I might've had weird feelings, but I wasn't a fool. I was going to remain behind the corner and spy on them still. Of course... key word in there is was. A pair of firm hands had grabbed my shoulders and I was turned around forcefully, now staring into the eyes of a white-haired boy... Wait, white-haired? White as in old man white?

If I didn't have silver hair, I don't know what I'd make of that.

"Spying on other people's conversations is rude," he said to me in a matter-of-fact voice. I found myself mentally asking him if he was my mother. And then he looked down at my shirt. "Nice shirt." Well if he didn't mind the mark of evil, so all these damn religionists keep telling me, he couldn't be anyone's mother. In fact, I might've found him cooler at the time... had he not dragged me out into the open with him.

Such a humiliating way to go. I could hear Tohru announcing our arrival. "Hey, it's Hatsu...haru...san..." Yup, the pause had to be because of me. I looked into her eyes. I'm guessing my eyes were cold and angry after getting caught; her eyes were full of fear and worry. My eyes then locked onto Momiji; hearing her call him before Kyo hit him, I now knew his name.

"'Sup?" Hatsuharu said casually. The orange haired boy did not even notice me or hardly Tohru's reaction for that matter. He was probably enjoying Momiji's tears as he continued yelling at him.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WALKING INTO SCHOOL WEARING THE GIRL'S UNIFORM?! YOU'RE WORSE THEN HARU, AND HE'S DOWNRIGHT LEWD!"

Ok, that did it! I was getting a headache and I had enough! Cut the bullshit 'cause I was stepping in. "Hey asshole?! Why don't you shut your fucking mouth before I break out of this vice grip and seal it shut for you?!" I snapped. I got wide eyes from Tohru and Momiji, who had stopped crying. Hatsuharu did not react at all. Kyo, however, was now in my face.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" Something told me he was having a bad day... But oh, the irony. I could taste it on my tounge as he threatened my life. I was the killer here. Most would've gotten mad, vengeful, that one would threaten them. But I had a smirk on my face that, I could see, froze him cold. I could hear Tohru trying to calm him down, but my words came out rock hard and concrete.

"Kill me, eh? Just tell me, Kyo Sohma... How many people have you killed? If you are to threaten my life, I suppose you know the horrors then?"

Kyo was mildly shaking, but he did his best to sound tough. "S-SHUT UP!" he said. Still, his eyes betrayed him. Fear was mingled in his anger now. Just like the other students from before. This new development pleased me.

"Just as I thought. You haven't killed anyone. You're just a pathetic little loser who thinks he can throw the threat around casually. Well guess what pal... You just threatened an actual killer. And it's not as easy to kill as you guess. Not until you understand how to stop regretting all the lives you've taken. I've got ten years of experience."

Now everyone was silence. I felt Haru's hands slack, but he did not back away. Neither did Kyo, his fists still balled, but his eyes showing more fear then before. Momiji, on the other hand, went and hid behind Tohru, who had begun backing away from the scene slowly. And then a soft, silky voice broke the tension.

"What's going on here? Why is Kyo yelling like the idiot he is?"

Kyo immediately jumped to attack Yuki verbally, but I wasn't too interested in his words. I waited until they had their say before I turned my head to face the Prince. A soft smile graced my lips... Evil, of course, as many will say if they saw it. I hardly ever smiled, so when the time for smiling came, I ended up smiling with all the grace of a man who deserved to be in the insane asylum.

"Greetings, your Highness," I said. I noticed his twitch. I would've called it ammunition back then. I now knew he hated to be referred to as royalty. "I was just informing the court jester here that he should not make empty threats because he seems to think he can kill me."

Kyo was in my face again. Forget the fear... he was just angry now. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING COURT JESTER?! AND WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO MOCK MY THREAT SEEING AS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE TEN YEARS OF EXPERIENCE IN KILLING PEOPLE?!"

I smirked. Yuki stared. And then I broke free from Haru, knocking him back and making as if to head for Tohru. Kyo and Yuki immediately sprung back to stay in front of her. Momiji stayed behind Tohru. Even though Tohru's eyes were full of fear, his were even more filled. Was it because they were taller... or was it because of how he was? Either way, I frowned and drew back.

"Every person I've ever killed... has deserved to die... They stole from hard working citizens... They took innocent lives... They raped children." My eyes bore into Kyo's now and they seemed to soften just a little. "I killed only the people that were deemed unfit to live."

More silence. This time, it drove me insane. It told me that no one understood. They probably thought I was insane... I was insane, no thought about it... But then little Momiji spoke from behind Tohru.

"Maybe you think it's OK to kill them... Perhaps they deserve to die... But it's never OK to take someone's life. I think... even if the person you killed has hurt someone... killing them makes you no better then that person."

Now I was driven into silence, but not for too long. Another smile graced my lips, but this time, I felt... a little compassion in it... "Maybe, but the damage I've done is permanent." With that, I didn't know more to say. So I turned to leave.

"Wait," I heard Haru said. I turned again, my eyebrows arched. "You never gave us your name."

"Masahiro Watanabe," I answered before turning again. "Now that we know eafch other... goodbye... for now." With that, I did walk away. Perhaps I would find them again was the thought that ran through my head at the time. But, for now, solitude called.

End

My friend says it's coming along great in my notebook. It's already 5 chapters done in there.