Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And As She Grows ❯ Year Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Caught in the act!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.21.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 387 | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
Caught in the act!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.21.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 387 | Visits: 438 | Status: Completed
AND AS SHE GROWS
A Fruits Basket Series of Drabbles
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series follows my story, "Her Tears." You don't need to read it to understand this, but I strongly encourage it. =o) Each chapter is a 200 word drabble dedicated to the life of Kyo's daughter as she grows up. Kyo/Tohru centric. Told from Kyo's point of view. Possible SPOILERS for those not familiar with the end of the manga.
DISCLAIMER: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions (anime) and Tokyopop (manga) for distribution in the US and Canada. Characters are used here without permission. No money is being made from this story, so please do not sue.
YEAR FOUR
"Mommy, Daddy, I had a nightmare!"
The most dreaded words a parent wants to hear.
Especially when in the middle of...intimate relations. Not just kissing either. We're talking all out naked, groping, moaning and about to have the orgasm of a lifetime.
Well, I was anyway.
At four years old, Kyoko is too young to understand. But maybe we should have "the talk". She's been asking those questions. The ones parents' aren't ready to answer.
"Kyo...."
I say nothing, pulling away. With luck, I find my shorts on the floor and put them on under the covers. Tohru hugs the blankets tighter, sitting up on her elbows.
"Were you and daddy fighting?
That makes us both gasp. "Why do you ask?"
"'Cause Rin and Haru fight all the time."
Judging from Tohru's reaction, she thought Kyoko was serious. But I knew better. Their version of fighting was no different from sex. Not really.
"No, we weren't fighting," I tell her. "Wanna tell daddy about your nightmare?"
She nods as I pick her up and head back to her room. But when I lay her down, she's out. She looks worried though, even asleep.
We definitely need to talk to her.
A Fruits Basket Series of Drabbles
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series follows my story, "Her Tears." You don't need to read it to understand this, but I strongly encourage it. =o) Each chapter is a 200 word drabble dedicated to the life of Kyo's daughter as she grows up. Kyo/Tohru centric. Told from Kyo's point of view. Possible SPOILERS for those not familiar with the end of the manga.
DISCLAIMER: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions (anime) and Tokyopop (manga) for distribution in the US and Canada. Characters are used here without permission. No money is being made from this story, so please do not sue.
YEAR FOUR
"Mommy, Daddy, I had a nightmare!"
The most dreaded words a parent wants to hear.
Especially when in the middle of...intimate relations. Not just kissing either. We're talking all out naked, groping, moaning and about to have the orgasm of a lifetime.
Well, I was anyway.
At four years old, Kyoko is too young to understand. But maybe we should have "the talk". She's been asking those questions. The ones parents' aren't ready to answer.
"Kyo...."
I say nothing, pulling away. With luck, I find my shorts on the floor and put them on under the covers. Tohru hugs the blankets tighter, sitting up on her elbows.
"Were you and daddy fighting?
That makes us both gasp. "Why do you ask?"
"'Cause Rin and Haru fight all the time."
Judging from Tohru's reaction, she thought Kyoko was serious. But I knew better. Their version of fighting was no different from sex. Not really.
"No, we weren't fighting," I tell her. "Wanna tell daddy about your nightmare?"
She nods as I pick her up and head back to her room. But when I lay her down, she's out. She looks worried though, even asleep.
We definitely need to talk to her.