I don't own fruit's basket.
Between doing schoolwork and watching over Hinata, there was very little time left in the day. I would like to use that time to play with Kisa, but unfortunately, there's someone else I need to worry about, too.
I was dressed in my best clothes and was just ready to head out and have some quality time with Kisa, when I turned around and saw a certain someone descending down the stairs with a pile of clothes and dirty dishes in front of her face.
"Mom! Don't carry all that stuff at once!"
"No, no. Don't worry. I'm fine!"
"Mom the soup is going to spill!"
I jumped forward to stop her from falling, forgetting my curse for a moment.
POOF!
The week old soup spilled all over my face and I was drowned in Hinata's dirty diapers. I coughed and gagged until my mom finally fished me out.
Hinata giggled at her messy older brother, but I heard another giggle, too. Kisa's giggle. Coming from the doorway.
I turned to look at my clothes, which I had taken so much time to wash and iron, covered with dirty clothes and moldy food.
I just HAD to transform now of all times. I glared at my mother who was repeating a thousand apologies. The curse can be a real pain sometimes, but sometimes a certain someone can be an even bigger pain.
This chapter was short, but I hope you still liked it. If anyone has any requests for transformations, then please let me know! And review to let me know what you think of these shorts! :)