This chapter is written as if the Sohma curse didn't break and everyone went off to college and this will be a very serious chapter rather than a humorous one. If you don't like that then wait for my next chapter and I'll try to make that one better.
I don't own fruits basket. Enjoy the Chapter.
We sat in the field, our arms linked to one another just like our hearts, just like our strength. I couldn't sit by her, it was too risky with my curse, but she knew I was here for her. I personally had no reason to be here. Due to my status, I wasn't affected in any way, but she was, and I had to fight for her just like she fought for my family.
During my last year in high school I would regularly write her letters and she would reply back. Her words always seemed full of sorrow, full of tension. Without any parents and only meager part-time jobs, she was barely able to pay her fees, which were increasing by the semester. We offered to pay for her, but of course, she said no. So I decided to go to the same college as her, to help protect her. When I got there, I saw that she wasn't the only one who was suffering.
We students got together to make a stand and fight back for our rights, and so here we sat on this chilly day in the field. We sat chanting protests against the injustice done to us. We tightened our grip against each other as we saw the police march towards us. They came dressed like S.W.A.T. teams and then it started.
With no mercy, they sprayed tear-gas on us, tried to rip us apart from each other, pushed and shoved some of us to the ground. We stood strong. They stood strong.
"Shame on you! Shame on you! Shame on you!" We chanted facing the cops, they ignored our voices and continued their "job". We were weak, they were strong.
Then they took them out. Guns loaded with pepper spray. They sprayed it on our faces, down our throat. We were coughing. Some were begging for water. They took the chance to arrest some of us. Then I heard her voice. The police was holding her arms and she was trying to pull away.
I ran towards her, pushing through people. That was my mistake.
POOF!
I watched them drag her away with her hair, not being able to do anything in my bunny form. I just HAD to transform now of all times. But curse or no curse, there wasn't much I could have done. Curse or no curse, they were strong, I was weak.
This chapter is dedicated to those students who made a stand for their rights in the form of a peaceful protest, but were brought down brutally by the school system and the police force. Thank you for reading.