Oh crap. I forgot the disclaimers. Every. Single. Frigging. Time.
Might as well not bother n-
Are you serious? You can't sue a teenage girl!
I don't have a million dollars!
DON'T YOU DARE!
Well, dear readers, unless I do the stupid disclaimer, some lawyer dude is gonna take away all my Domo stuff. And my cat.
SHE'S INNOCENT! Wait, how the hell is she 'stealing Kyo's likeliness'?
Yes. She's an adorable orange cat. Which is why I can't let you take her. *goes ninja on lawyer dude/dudette/whatever, I don't really care*
… I still have to say the disclaimer. Stupid fuggin' lawyers.
GO AWAY MOM!
NO, I'M NOT MAKING POT BROWNIES FOR MY FRIENDS!
WE GET OURS FROM THE CREEPY OLD MAN DOWN THE STREET!
No, mom, anime doesn't promote drugs.
OR RAPE! GOD-UH! Go gossip with the groceries or something.
… I don't own Fruits Basket. And now I'm grounded for a month.
Well, that was a weird and totally pointless disclaimer.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry I haven't updated much lately, I got addicted to Black Butler all of a sudden.
After all, Sebastian is one hell of a butler ^.^
"Hey Grandpa, Saki-san is helping me with my biology homework, so I'll be over there for a while. What time should I be back?" Olivier asked. School had ended not half an hour ago, and Olivier had made a short stop at home to change out of her uniform. She absolutely couldn't stand the thing! In the back of her mind she realized that it was unnecessary and frivilous to change simply because she didn't like the uniform, but she had never been a fan of logic or level-headed-ness.
"I'll come over when dinner's ready" Ieyoshi Shibasawa replied, following his granddaughter upstairs and waiting for her in the hallway while she searched through her often-overflowing closet.
She had, after all, lived in Paris. She was bound to have lots of clothes.
"Don't!" she cried, cursing under her breath as she hit her head in her panic, then correcting herself "I mean, don't trouble yourself over me! Just tell me when I need to be home, I wouldn't want you to strain yourself!" 'I sound like Tohru' she thought, shuddering slightly at the idea. She liked Tohru, but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was confined to housework and minimum wage – oh wait, she did work minimum wage. But that wasn't the point!
"Oh come on, I'm not that old," Ieyoshi chuckled "And the fresh air is good for my 'old bones'," he added, quoting something his granddaughter had said that morning on her way out the door.
"Please don't, grandpa. I think I'm old enough to walk ten feet down the street on my own," she said, stepping out of her room in destroyed jeans and a quirky t-shirt "If you need fresh air, maybe you should go down to that cute boutique I like and buy me that cute scarf I saw yesterday? For the fresh air, of course," she smiled. Ieyoshi was like a second father to Olivier - he did, actually, remind her of her father very much - and they often teased each other like this.
"If you're sure," he sighed "But remember, it's a whole ten feet. Are you sure you can handle that on your own?"
"I'm sure I'll manage. Should I call a scout, or can you make it to the boutique on your own?" she smirked, making her way down the stairs.
"I'm sure I'll manage," Ieyoshi echoed with a smile, though both of them knew he didn't plan on buying her the scarf.
They'd always been like this around each other, Olivier acting so much like his daughter had. It hurt sometimes, knowing Ai's –err, Annette, she'd changed her name to– own flesh and blood was around, and yet her mother was somewhere beyond. He missed his daughter, and no matter how much Olivier mimicked her, the blonde would always be just a bit too much like her father to be a carbon-copy.
"So, what time should I be home?" Olivier repeated her original question, bending down to pet Sakura, who didn't know the way to school and had been left at home, unlike Mocha who'd been waiting at the front gates as usual when the final dismissal bell rang. Sakura let out a happy purr, and nuzzled into the girl's hand as she scratched under her chin – a personal favorite.
"Three hours should be enough."
"Sounds good. What's for dinner, anyway?"
"Chicken tortilla soup with nachos on the side," Yori answered before her husband could speak.
"I swear, you're gonna make me fat," Olivier smiled, slipping on a pair of flip-flops and shouldering her bag, which she'd dropped in the doorway upon her entrance.
"What else are grandmothers for?" the silver-haired woman replied with a half-smirk. After all, an innocent, 'clueless' grandmother did not, under any circumstances, full-on smirk like a devious little devil. Of course, a second later when her granddaughter stepped outside, she did just that.
Ieyoshi and his wife exchanged a look, and shared a silent agreement. Olivier was hiding something, and they were going to find out what.
"Oh my cheez-it," Olivier muttered as she let herself into the Hanajima household.
'This is better than I expected,' Mocha thought.
'There are so many people!' Sakura wondered in amazement.
"You read my mind," their caretaker didn't notice the irony, instead slipping off her shoes and heading to where she could hear a cluster of thoughts. It was a large group, at least compared to her expectations.
Rin had, luckily, been at school that day and, surprisingly, had agreed to join the rebellion. Of course, Olivier knew she'd show up, seeing as they'd taken the same train after school. Kyo had shown up as well, another surprising appearance, seeing as the last she'd heard he was planning on ignoring anything to do with the rebellion. He'd managed to recruit Yuki, and Haru had come as well. Saki was, of course, also present, currently sitting at a table with her brother and snacking on something Tohru had made – she soon discovered that the brunette had insisted on joining, despite nearly everyone in the room trying to keep her out of it. Kagura was also there, currently squeezing the life out of Kyo. Ayame was babbling on to Yuki about something-or-other, and the rat looked like he was about to commit either homicide or suicide. Arisa looked like she would kill him before Yuki had a chance.
Olivier carefully made her way through the loud crowd, though she almost bumped into more than a few Sohmas despite trying as hard as she could not to. Finally she plopped down across from Megumi and his sister, grabbing one of the snacks for herself. "We're letting kids in now?" she asked, pointing to Megumi.
"He insisted on helping. I tried to stop him, but he and I are very different and I wasn't able to sway him," Saki informed her neighbor in her usual chilling monotone.
"Really? You two seem pretty similar to me," Olivier sweatdropped "At least, more so than me and my brother."
"Oh no, we're not alike in the slightest. He's a strange boy."
"Curses aren't strange, they're dramatic," the blonde replied, resulting in more than a few hard glares from Sohmas "You can't honestly say your lives haven't been dramatic!" she exclaimed, twisted around in her seat and waving her arms for emphasis.
"I find curses interesting," Megumi decided. He couldn't find a better word than that to describe his opinion. They were simply interesting. "That reminds me, I don't think you've told me your name."
"I'm Olivier, it's nice to meet you Megumi," she smiled, turning back to sit properly.
"How do you–"
"Mind reader," she answered simply, cutting him off without realization or care.
"Oh. So, will you let me join the revolution?" he asked. It was Olivier's idea, and therefore ultimately her decision.
"Your ideas seem violent and dark. You're in," she grinned.
There ya have it. The first chapter de la Révolution. Olivier went a whole chapter without speaking French. I don't think that's happened in a while.
Anyway, any comments, suggestions, con-crit? Declarations of undying, unrequited love? Something about my amazingly witty humor? Don't flame, but feel free to criticize.