In the last chapter, I accidentally said to stick around for chapter two when that really WAS chapter two. My bad.

Chapter three is up. I just posted my story, but nothing came up!! It still says there are 11108 Fruits Basket stories when really there should be one more! Oh, woe is me! Woe is me that I seem to be talking to myself! Well, without further ado (in case someone DOES read this)…

"'Hey, this is some pretty good rope!"

Chapter Three:

"If I were you guys, I'd do Hatori!" Momiji cried. "He may be quiet and reserved, but he always looks at me and stuff and asks me if I'm okay!"

"You're never okay, squirt."

"Kyo hit me!"

WHAM.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"Stupid cat."

"What is wrong with beep everyone?!"

"You should do Hatsuharu, Tohru!" Momiji cried yet again.

"Hmm… me," Hatsuharu mumbled. "Of course, I don't really have a great history with the teachers."

"Well, I would, but I really haven't known him for that long," Tohru admitted sadly.

"How about your grandpa?!" Momiji cried again again.

"Well… he's still bedridden. I don't want to make him do too much," Tohru sighed.

This story isn't funny enough. I need some funny. Maybe Rin SHOULD drive her car through the wall. Heh, why not.

Rin suddenly drove her car through the wall to avoid the acid rain. She walked out as casually as if nothing had happened.

"Yo. They let you out of the hospital," Hatori noticed.

"Wow, Rin! That was so reckless!" Momiji laughed. Tohru rolled around in a little ball whispering humina, humina, humina.

"Indeed," Rin muttered. "Tohru, I want you to make me some more Jell-O."

"Ah, so that's why you're here." Tohru got out of fetal position and walked over to the cupboard to make some more.

"That's a pretty stupid reason," Kyo said, coming downstairs. Then he freaked. "DUDE! You crashed a hole through the wall! Have you no dignity?!"

"Hmm." Rin sat at the table next to Hatsuharu. "Not really."

"They shouldn't have let you out, gosh darnit!" Kyo yelled in swear form. "Shigure's gonna take money out of MY piggy bank again to pay for this!"

"I didn't think that was my problem."
"Sure as heck it isn't! Not NOW." He blinked. "But your car is broken. THAT'S your problem."

"No, it's yours. This is Kagura's car."

Kyo blinked, twitching.

"She followed me all the way here, as a matter of fact. I'll tell her you're here."

"NO PLEASE!" Kyo ran away up to his room, but a certain black-haired one had already seen him and ran at top-speed to tackle him.

"Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyo-kun!" she giggled, hugging him around the waste. Rin and Hatsuharu both ate cookies as if nothing had happened, and Momiji stared at everyone, clueless. And so began the return of the fetal position.

Perhaps this fic is too random. Let us get back to career day now, shall we?

Everyone crowded around the kitchen table, still drinking cocoa and eating cookies. They were trying to decide who Tohru would get for career day, which somehow ended up being a game of truth or dare match, and then got back on subject.

"So, Tohru… What kind of people do you idolize?" Kyo asked, spitting out a couple of nails. The world may never know what Hatsuharu dared him to do.

Tohru took a box of pears off of her head. "Hmm… Well, my favorite hobby is cooking. Maybe I can idolize someone who has a certain career?"

"Naw. The teacher won't let you do someone you've never met before," Kyo stated. "Hmm. Iunno. You're on your own."

Tohru sighed. "Perhaps I should just call my cousin."

Hmm. What is her cousins' name? Think, me, think.

Sister: Dude, you gotta stop talking to yourself.

Me: Nobody asked you!

Hmm again. Well, I've forgotten, so we'll just call him Mickey after our favorite mouse. Unless your favorite mouse is Jerry. Whatever. Deal.

"But don't you hate your cousin?" Hatsuharu asked, eating some more cookies. "Yum."

"Ah! Of course I don't! B-But… I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me."

"You should talk to Sensei," Yuki told her, his clothes rather holey from the acid rain. "Perhaps you can do some of the staff members or something."

"I-I guess so."

…

Well, that's the end of the chapter. We have a little extra space, don't we? Hmm. That's your problem buster! Because now I can ramble on with whatever I want to. (BTW, I try and make every chapter about two pages on the word document).

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Adieu.

-Author formally known as banana's sister