Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And As She Grows ❯ Year Twelve ( Chapter 8 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Kyoko's becoming a woman. Is Kyo prepared?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.22.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 401 | Visits: 394 | Status: Completed
Kyoko's becoming a woman. Is Kyo prepared?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.22.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 401 | Visits: 394 | 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 TWELVE
"Was it something she ate?"
Tohru shook her head. "No, Kyo. It's...something else."
As my wife walks away, I'm left to gawk at her. Something else? How
else did one explain a stomach ache?
Kyoko had come home from school, complaining that her stomach hurt. She
said little else as she hurried into the bathroom. Tohru immediately
went to check on her, leaving me to stir dinner. When she came out, she
went into Kyoko's room, and then went back into the bathroom.
I feel like an idiot standing outside the bathroom door. I don't hear
any vomitting or coughing. All I hear is my wife and daughter
whispering. But what they're saying?!
"Kyo, can you dring me that bag in the closet, please?"
"Sure."
I'm still clueless as I reach into our closet for "that" bag. The bag
Tohru uses to keep her...womanly things. It's not often she asks me for
the bag. Honestly, it wierds me out. I understand the necessity,
but.... How do women wear these things?!
Then, and only then, do I come to an epiphany.
No, no, no. She's too young. Only twelve. Way to young.
But it looks like my little girl is becoming a young woman.
Gods help us both.
--
Continued...
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 TWELVE
"Was it something she ate?"
Tohru shook her head. "No, Kyo. It's...something else."
As my wife walks away, I'm left to gawk at her. Something else? How
else did one explain a stomach ache?
Kyoko had come home from school, complaining that her stomach hurt. She
said little else as she hurried into the bathroom. Tohru immediately
went to check on her, leaving me to stir dinner. When she came out, she
went into Kyoko's room, and then went back into the bathroom.
I feel like an idiot standing outside the bathroom door. I don't hear
any vomitting or coughing. All I hear is my wife and daughter
whispering. But what they're saying?!
"Kyo, can you dring me that bag in the closet, please?"
"Sure."
I'm still clueless as I reach into our closet for "that" bag. The bag
Tohru uses to keep her...womanly things. It's not often she asks me for
the bag. Honestly, it wierds me out. I understand the necessity,
but.... How do women wear these things?!
Then, and only then, do I come to an epiphany.
No, no, no. She's too young. Only twelve. Way to young.
But it looks like my little girl is becoming a young woman.
Gods help us both.
--
Continued...