And the words that came out of her mouth next, should've been a shock, should've been a worry, but to me, they weren't. "You're mother's having her baby, we need to get you and your friend back to the house." She gushed, and then placed hands on our backs, and guided us to the house, where I saw many of the maids rushing to and fro.

Finally.

Chapter Four- Shigure's Pov

I had been staring at the paper door for hours now, not allowed into the doctor's chambers with my mother. I didn't really understand why, but I just had to sit, and stare. Just sit, and listen to the sounds that came from inside, the screams, the reassurance, and then, finally, a new sound.

A sound that would officially change my life forever. Crying, a soft, gently crying, not like I had remembered when we would catch segments of the cries of babies far away from our house, our gated home. It was not harsh, not demanding, just a small, reminder, that my new sibling was there.

"Do you want to come and meet your new little sibling?" A maid asked, coming out of the room, sliding the door open for me. I nodded, jumping up and going inside, the maid gently closing the door behind me. And as I approached the bed where my mother sat, holding her new child, I noticed two things.

One, the baby was nothing like I had ever seen before. I had seen pictures of Ayame, myself, and Hatori that had been taken by a caring maid, of us as newborns. We were red, wrinkly, and bald. But this new child, wrapped in a soft blanket, was beautiful. It had pale skin, not unhealthy, but just, delicate. It also had a mop of hair, a dark color, but it was wet, which made it impossible to see the color, but I assumed it would be the regular black. And the most important thing was, the glow that she radiated, just a glow, that made everyone smile, and I knew would make everyone that met her, smile too.

"Finally, a normal child." My mother sighed happily, holding the child closer. "Come, meet Miyako, Shigure, your sister." I walked closer, and studied the baby. She was even more beautiful up close, her features already delicate, her eyes looking up at me, with my chocolate eyes. Chocolate eyes, that neither of my parents had, nor their parents before them, just me, and now, Miyako.

"Well? What do you think?" She looked from me to my father, and then back to the baby's face.

"She's beautiful." My father smiled, looking down from over my mother's shoulder.

I nodded, staring wide eyed.

"Would you like to hold him?" My mother asked my father.

He nodded, and held out his arms. Gently, my mother lowered her into his arms, and he closed them securely around his daughter.

And then it occurred to me, just as he smiled down at her, only my mother had held the young girl, Miyako had my brown eyes, my canine eyes. I opened my mouth to warn my father, but it was too late.

With a gentle poof, my little sister was no longer a new born baby.

Instead, a small creature, with fuzzy red hair, lay nestled into my father's elbow, her eyes closed in peaceful rest, happily enjoying the warmth, the light, even snow had begun to fall, and a cold wind blew outside.

In my father's arms, there was a fox, a small, tiny, fox kit.

I hardly looked up once my mother began to scream; only acting when my father thrust the fox into the waiting arms of the doctor. Quickly, I grabbed the small kit, and gentle stroked her soft fur. Her eyes opened, her glowing golden brown eyes staring into mine, and I felt, that she knew who I was. Already, she knew that I wasn't going to hurt her.

And as my mother and father continued to yell at the doctor, asking how it was possible, arguing that there wasn't even a fox in the zodiac, I simply stared back. And then, Miyako closed her eyes, and slept in my arms.

I slipped away from the rest, and carried her carefully to her crib, placing her in the blankets.

I would do this every night, removing her every morning, taking care of her along with the help of maids. All my mother would do, every day, was stare outside, not talking, not looking at either of her two children. My father was gone, for good. He told my mother, after she was done with all this, to come and find him, to which she agreed.

But every time I saw her, she would stare at me with those eyes, a big smile coming across her face, even as an infant. Then, as she learned to walk, she would use a burst of daring energy, to run to me, to hug me, for I was one of the only ones she could.

She could also hug Ayame and Hatori, who grew fond of her, and as she grew, we let her play with us in the meadow. She couldn't keep up with us, but she tried, until she discovered that if she ran enough, she would eventually transform, and then, she could easily match our speed.

This went on every day, until she turned four. Four years old. We had celebrated, just Ayame, Hatori, Miyako, and I, together, in a small area we had discovered. The maids had made us bean cakes for the occasion, and we had just given our gifts. Ayame had gotten her a small figurine that was shaped in a fox, which she loved. Then, Hatori gave her a large package of sweets, which I knew wouldn't last a few minutes once we returned to our rooms, with both Miyako and I there to eat them. Then, came my gift. I got her a large, soft, stuffed dog, on its collar, a small, etched fox was shining happily. This delighted her, earning me, and the plush dog, and tight and enthusiastic hug.

But that wasn't when things changed, it was later that night. We were in bed, and almost asleep, when we heard two sets of footsteps.

"Miyako sweetie, come here." Our mother's voice called. But Miyako didn't recognize it, she had never remembered ever heard it, never once.

I led her to the living room, pushing her through the door, and then watching the scene unfold as I closed the door, seeing only though a crack for I had sensed I was not welcomed.

"You're going to stay with Ren for a while, all right? You'll have lots of fun with her, she's very nice, I promise!" I remembered that smile that was on my mother's face, a smile that masked disgust, hatred, dislike.

Miyako nodded, and then took the hand of a woman who was blocked by the door, outside the vision of what I could see through the crack.

"Come with me Miyako." And then, she was gone.

The Beginning

Author's Note: And so this concludes Aniki. I know, it ended fast, but I wasn't feeling as inspired as I thought I would be, sorry! But I will be writing a Harry Potter fic, or a Kyo fic, whichever comes first. So please, stick around! Things will get a lot better! PROMISE! Tell me what you want me to write, what movie/book/anime/tv, or if you want me to write another Fruits Basket (which I would love to) tell me which characters. Also tell me characters for the others. Love you all! -Echo