Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. Hey, is that line becoming seriously cliched or what? Ha ha, I have it drilled into my mind so deep that half of the time that's my first answer when a teacher catches me not paying attention (AKA, drawing, sleeping, or writing) and asks me something. Ha ha ha...
Hi people. Hallo. Bonjour. Bonjourno. Ciao. Aloha. Hola. Moshi Moshi. Anyway... Erm... here...!?! Read!
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All was black, like a nightmare. There was no sound, no feelings, nothing. It was more desolate than the black void of space. But then, a rush came. Colors flew in from all directions, and so did smells, feelings, touches, and even tastes.
When the sudden surge was over and I had adjusted to everything, I could see I was sitting atop of a roof, looking out over a vast forest and up towards the stars. Before I could stop myself, my lips formed words.
Once the overall shock wore off, I found myself in a traditional Japanese style house. It was very roomy, and smelled like it had just been cleaned. But coming from one room was the smell of saw dust. Immediately, I found myself heading for that room with a pack of what felt like clothes in my hand. Footsteps echoed in the hall, but I didn't turn around to see who they belonged to, because I felt that I already knew. Abruptly, there was a loud crack and I rushed into the room.
I was met with the sight of a young man, about sixteen or so, with blinding orange hair and tan skin. He was wearing a black tight fitting t-shirt and tan cargo pants. One hand with a juzu bead bracelet was resting on a step stool and the other held a roll of duct tape.
"Ah," escaped out of my mouth as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, but spoke.
"When I'm mad…" He started, but paused, trying to find the right words.
"Yes!?!" I asked, clearly upset. He nodded slightly and continued.
"I don't notice the things around me. I'm not skilled enough… and I lost to that damn Yuki." He sighed, turning to me, gripping the tape in his hand with such ferocity that I almost took a step back. "It's just that... About this morning… About this morning…" he repeated, and I felt the tension in the room. This was very difficult for him. "I'm sorr-!"
"Yuki, Tohru, I'm back. I'm back, stupid idiot, bad mannered loser Kyo!" Another voice drifted up, interrupting the orange haired boy.
"Forget it! God damn it!" he yelled, marching past me and away down the hall. In my head, a small voice said, 'H-he was trying to apologize?'
My head suddenly pounded fiercely and I gripped it, dropping my clothes over the floor. Then, everything went black.
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I woke up on the floor, my head throbbing like a drum. The cup of hot chocolate that I had been drinking before was spilled on the floor beside me where I lay sprawled just a foot from my chair.
"Oh kami… My head hurts so much!" I exclaimed, both of my hands already wrapped around my forehead in attempt to stop the intense pain. I writhed on the floor once more before pushing my cramped, sore body up into a sitting position. I stood up weakly, stumbling to my bathroom to get Advil for my head. I collapsed very short of the bathroom and moaned. "What's wrong with me?"
I tried to think my way out of this, but thinking hurt my head more. And there was something digging into my hip… it was very annoying. Wait, what was it? I reached into my pocket and pulled the item out to find out it was my cell phone. Thank kami!
When I opened it, I saw the time was twelve thirty. Oh that's nice. Wait a minute, today was the first day of school! Oh my god, the children! I whipped out my phone and dialed the school number, panicking as it rang three times. Kameko, the main secretary, always picked up the phone after two rings. It was her legacy!
Finally, she answered. "Hello, Tohru." She said on speaker phone automatically. "Where are you? We went crazy finding a substitute for the children on such short notice."
I groaned. I wish I didn't cause everyone so much trouble. "I'm so sorry, Kameko. I passed out last night and I just woke up a few minutes ago. My head is throbbing and I can't get up." There was a gasp on the other side.
"Oh my kami, Tohru, are you having a hangover!?! I know you don't drink, but there's no other explanation! Unless you have some serious condition you didn't mention on your resume…" Kameko said, she was probably ruffling through my information right now.
"I'm not having a hangover. But I didn't mention one thing because I didn't think it would matter… I lost half of my high school memories in an accident right after I graduated…" I muttered, finding it embarrassing. Most people remember their high school friends, after all.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Could you have gotten a memory back? Maybe you're slowly regaining everything you forgot!" Kameko exclaimed, exited. From how she was reacting, you would think that I was in some soap opera. And maybe, just from the sound of it, I was. This scenaroi was rediculous. And if even I though so, then god forbid it isn't.
"Maybe… just let me hang up, I'll try to get up again. If I'm not there by the end of the day, expect that I'm in the hospital. Bye, Kameko." I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket, grimacing. It hurt to move.
I pushed myself up, struggling with balance. But when I finally got up again, I fell right back down. "Oww…" I said as I fell on my face. Tears rolled down my face. "What's wrong with me!?!" I cried, taking out my phone again and dialing nine, one, one.
"Hello?" A man answered, and I held in a wracked sob.
"H-hi… I've collapsed and I can't get up." I said, and shuffling sounds were heard.
"Ok, somebody's on the way. We're tracking you to your cell's location. Goodbye." He hung up on me and I sighed, closing my phone, too. All I had to do now was wait while everything slowly faded into black…
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OMG, IS TOHRU DEAD!?!?!?!?!?!?! Ha ha ha... nope. Ja' ne! Please review!