Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. Or Edward... -sobs- I WANT TO OWN EDWARD! Sorry... obsessed...
I've one thing to say. HOLY SHIT! I've finished it! I've finished it! Of course, not all in this chapter... but I've written all the way to the end... Even if I kinda ended it abruptly. Hell, I ended it with a cliffhanger. Of course, that doesn't count the epilogue. Trust me, I've got to tie loose ends. Or else, I'll end up writing a sequel. I have no idea what I would write as a sequel and, honestly, I don't think I'm too good at sequels... -stares at Neko Love II- Ah ha ha... That's a bit of an understatement. Gah... My mom is watching The Bachelor right now. Their insincerity is giving me a headache. Rawr. Stupid plastic model bimbos... They pick the shallowest, prettiest women around. And then they pick the most repetitive, selfish, hottest men, too. Such a headache. I want Eclipse to come in...
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"I like this outfit!" I said, smiling happily as I twirled around in my clothed. I wore a cute form-fitting black hoodie that went down to the bottom of my rib cage, a black cotton wife beater underneath, a pleated black miniskirt with a few chains, black stocking, and black faux leather (pleather, actually) boots with four inch heels.
"You got that right, Tohru." Uotani said, smirking at her own outfit of a tight-fitting, long-sleeve top, a long black skirt, and black boots similar to mine. "These boots were made for sneakin'." (Sorry, I couldn't help it. –puts on These Boots- Pink Panther, MIB, Mission Impossible, and Bad Boys have been on long enough xD)
"I don't get girls…" Megumi muttered, watching Uotani, Hanajima, and I marvel over our outfits. Hanajima smirked and patted his shoulder affectionately.
"And therefore you don't get girls. As a girl, we have to love clothes. It's a rule." She said, smiling at her own gothic version of a spy outfit. "You're lucky we didn't make you dress up."
"Yes, very…" Kazuma said, staring down at his all-black yukata. "Thank you for that. We'll get going, then?" He asked, pointing to the wall of the main house outside our rental car, a black mustang. Hanajima and Uotani had decided to bring their class in cars down. A little. Barely… not at all… Does a limo rank over a custom made mustang convertible with Hana's show's symbol all over it?
"I guess so…" Uotani muttered, bringing out another custom made item from her awesome utility belt. "Grappling hook, anyone?" We all stared at her.
"You brought a grappling hook?" Megumi asked, staring at the foreign object. "Myth Busters said the grappling hook was only a comic book legend…" Uotani scoffed.
"You watch American shows? Well, these Myth Busters were dead wrong. If I'm gonna be the only one scaling the wall in style, so be it." She said, smirking and we all stared at her some more.
"That actually works?" I asked, poking it with a wary finger. "It can't hurt anybody, right?" She only shrugs and pulls her long blonde hair into a bun before pulling a black beanie over it. "Charge! I wanna beat the shit out of some people!"
"We're breaking laws, we're breaking laws…" I sang to myself as I let Megumi and Kazuma hoist me up to the top of the wall so I could jump down to the other side, throw a rope over, and let them climb up and over. "We're gonna get in trouble, we're gonna get in trouble…"
"Don't sing that, it takes the fun out of everything. You've heard of Mission Impossible, right?" Uotani asked, and I started to hum the theme song instead. "Better."
"I'm over…" I say before throwing a rope down and hopping t the ground on the other side. "Who's coming first?"
"I will. I'm the lightest, and I can help you hold the rope while the others come." Hanajima said and I easily held the rope for her. She, in turn, did was she had said, and soon the whole team was over the wall.
"Good, step one complete." Uotani said. She was really into this whole spy thing… "On to step two…" I giggle into my hand. My friends are very odd sometimes.
"Let's split up." I say, staring at Uotani with a small smile. They all stare back at me, this isn't part of the plan. But hey, I can be spontaneous, right? "Uo-chan , you want to see Kureno-kun, right?"
"But leaving you would be…" She starts. I raise one eyebrow and she breaks into a big smile. "Thanks, Tohru." A few strands of platinum blonde hair escape the bun they had been in as Uotani runs away, and only now I notice. She has gotten highlights. Maybe she wanted to look her best for Kureno. Who knows?
"Well, should we continue?" Hanajima asks, but I stare after Uotani. "Megumi, take care of Uo-chan." Megumi obeys and runs after her.
"Thank you, Hana-chan. Kazuma-san, where are Akito's rooms?" Kazuma draws a small map in the dirt, and soon we are on our way.
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"Hmm?" I hum to myself, trying to ignore the little nagging voice in my head. It is calling me stupid. Again. But I suppose it's right. After all, I did get lost in this "main house", as Papa calls it. I don't see why we have to live here. As long as we do, I cannot go outside. Stupid Sohmas… Ah, I'm a Sohma, too. Momo Sohma. But it's all their fault.
As I blame ever Sohma subconsciously, I hear voices. They're unfamiliar and soft. Their owners are obviously speaking in hushed whispers. And I guess they should be, since we're very close to that hole in the wall I use.
Peeping around a bush, I see them. All clothed in black and hunched in the ground are three people. I recognize one of them. It's that friend of Momiji's that I let in here before. But that was ten years ago. And I still haven't met him.
Speaking of Momiji… Just a while ago he went on tour with his Stradivarius Dragonetti. Damn, I want to get my hands on that violin!
"Momiji's friend-san?" I call out, and the woman looks at me with a smile. "You're lost, aren't you?"
"Hai. Momo-san?" I nod, rolling my eyes. I look pretty much the same. Same wavy blonde hair, same brown eyes. Just… about three feet taller. "H-How do you get to Akito-san?"
"This is a new one. Someone actually wants to meet Akito." I say, frowning. "Nothing good will come of it, Momiji's friend-san." She only shakes her head, and soon I notice her acquaintances are gazing at me, as well.
"Iie, gomen, but everything good will come out of it. I'll break the curse and save Kyo-kun and everything will be alright." My eyes widen. Could she mean Kyo, the man who was locked up in that cell? "Oh, and you can call me Tohru."
"Tohru-san, that man is bad. Papa says so. I don't know what he did, but he's a bad man. That's why he's locked up."
"You're wrong!" Tohru springs up dramatically and launches herself very close to my face. "Kyo-kun isn't bad! He's never done anything wrong, and he doesn't deserve to be locked up! That's why I'll save him for sure!"
"Oh, so you must be that rumored lover of his. If so, I'll take you to see Akito." This was getting amusing. Now, Tohru resembled a tomato. A blushing tomato. A blushing tomato with bright red pain all over its face.
"Why does everybody say I'm his lover!?" The brunette cried, lifting her arms up to the sky and crying out. Only thunder answered. Jumping slightly, she sighed. "Nyoko-chibi was somewhat right… I suppose…"
"So you actually love him!? I thought he was horrible. Of course, I've never met him, but the stories…"
"Don't listen to them! They're wrong, and I can't bear for anyone to talk bad about him!" Tohru nearly screamed, tears filling her eyes. "He might be rude sometimes, but Kyo-kun is a good person, I just know it!"
"Hekilled his Mom." I countered.
"No he didn't! She committed suicide because everyone shunned him! It's not his fault, and it never will be."
"Well… let's go, then." I say awkwardly.
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I smiled. Momo has remembered me! And now, she was being such a big help. She led Kazuma, Hanajima, and I to the main building, where she said both Akito and Kyo were. Unfortunately, she didn't know where in the main building they were. And let's face it, that building is huge!
"Uh…" I say dumbly as we all stare up at the multi-story house. "How are we ever going to find them in here!?"
"Let's split up…?" Hanajima asks, and I nod. Soon, we three are separated, exploring different hallways.
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Ok, now you know this won't turn out well. I mean, "Let's split up"? Please, they're just asking for trouble. I mean, how often do you see that in the movies? OH, let's split up so the monster can pick us off one by one and make a meal or two out of us. The funny guy goes first, of course. Well, according to Beast Boy, anyway.
Bah, now the news is on. I don't even need to watch it! Let me guess... Death... rape... death... storm... death... weather... death... murder... death... shoot out... death... some random killer STD... death... abuse... death... break in... death... robbery... death... fire... death... mysterious blood stains... death... kidnapping... death... toxic fumes... death... radioactive waste... death... taxes... death... law suit... death... riot... death... drugs... death... corrupt politicians... death... whatever Bush is... death... stem cell research... death... abortion... death... Pakistan... death... bombs... death... death... bathrooms... death... Iraq... death... California... death... zombies... death... Oprah... death... strike... death...
Hmm... I'm deathly accurate. That's just sad... DEATH.
Oh, that reminds me... sorry for being so late with this... I blame the news. Ja' ne.
DEATH!