Disclaimer: I don't own fruits basket or its characters. I do own Rika and all memories unless otherwise stated.
Age: Six – Flowers
Little six year old Rika, with a white bow in her hair to match her little white dress and shoes, was picking flowers from her mother's garden – with her permission of course. She picked a handful before picking out the best one to hold in her other hand. She smiled and ran to the gate of her house, pushing the lock up before slipping out. She walked along with a grin humming a random tune as she looked around. Her grin widened and she started running when she saw one of her only friends.
"Akito!" She called as she approached. The ten year old boy turned around and smiled when he saw the girl.
"Rika." He said greeting her with a small bow. Rika bowed her head quickly before holding out the handful of flowers.
"Pick one." She said with a smile. Akito looked at all the flowers.
"Why only one?" He asked looking at her.
"One's for mommy and one's for daddy and one's for Gure-San and-" Akito held his hand up with a nod. Rika stopped with a smile still on her face.
"What about that one?" Akito asked pointing to the single flower in her other hand. Rika shook her head.
"You can't pick that one." She said.
"Why not?" Akito asked with a frown. Rika smiled slightly.
"It's for Tori." She said. Akito frowned and glared at the flower before grabbing it.
"Well I want this one." He said looking at the flower now in his hand. He looked back at Rika who looked like she was going to cry. "Ah!- D-Don't cry!" Akito said with wide eyes. Rika's little lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. "N-no, no, no. Uh-… oh here." Akito said holding out the flower. Rika took it with a small smile. Akito grabbed one of the other flowers before storming off. Rika watched him go with a frown.
Rika went and gave a flower to her mother, father, Shigure, and Ayame. She was about to go find Hatori when she saw Akito in his window, looking angry, he was glaring at the ground. Rika frowned and looked down at the flower in her hands.
Akito sighed for the millionth time as he glared at the ground below his window. Why did Tori have to be her favorite? He wasn't her first friend. The only reason Hatori even paid attention to her is because her parents asked him to. Akito let out another huff and closed his eyes. A moment later he heard a small voice speak.
"Here." His eyes snapped open and he looked down to see Rika holding out Tori's flower. She had her head down.
"I thought that was for Tori?" Akito snapped. Rika flinched and shook her head.
"I want you to have it." She said holding it out more. She sniffled.
"A-Are you crying again?" Akito asked with wide eyes sitting up. Rika shook her head but raised her hand to wipe away tears. "Please don't cry." Akito said gently taking the flower. "Thank you. See, I'm not angry." Rika shook her head.
"You're mad at me." She whimpered.
"No, no I'm not, see?" Rika looked up and saw Akito smiling. Rika wiped her tears and smiled. "Don't cry." Akito leaned down, out the window, and kissed the top of Rika's head. Rika smiled more. Akito put his elbow on the window and his chin in his hand and smiled down at her.