Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Ayame's New Assistant ❯ Ch 1: How to Behave on the First Day of School ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Disclaimer: I own Furuba mangas, anime disks, and fanfare stuff….just not Furuba. So don't bother trying to sue me, it won't do any good.
A/N: Hello again! I decided that the story probably needed a chapter. So without further ado, here we go!
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Chapter One: How to Behave on the First Day of School
“Himawari-chan!”
“…”
“Himawari-chan...”
“…”
“HIMAWARI-CHAN!”
The sleeping teen awoke with feeling of fear running through her veins, and fell to the floor with a thump. The footsteps of her aunt could be heard arriving closer until the bedroom door swung open.
“Time to get up sleepy head,” the woman smiled, her voice down to a normal pitch and in its usual sweet tone.
“Yes….Shima oba-san…” Himawari yawned. She stretched her arms up in a slow manner, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Her aunt flashed a happy grin to her niece, excited about taking care of a growing girl after so many years since her own daughter had grown up and left the house. “Can you be ready in thirty minutes dear?” she asked.
“Thirty minutes? Why such a short time?” the teen asked, finally getting of the ground and heading towards her closet where her new uniform hung.
“Because that's when school starts!” Shima answered merrily.
The tired mind of Himawari took a few moments to comprehend what was said. The hanger that was in her hand dropped to the floor as her eyes bulged.
“WHAT?!?!”
Taken back by the sudden outburst, the older woman fell a few steps back. “Don't worry sweety! I can drive you to school today!”
“But thirty minutes?!?” Himawari panicked. “I still need to eat breakfast! And wash my face and-”
While she had been blurting her morning ritual out, the girl had started to run towards to door way, only to collide with the door and fall to her butt.
“So thirty minutes it is!” the aunt agreed for her niece.
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Apparently, school really wasn't supposed to start for another hour. Himawari needed to get to the school early to retrieve all of her papers from the main office and turn in her forms. The half an hour was extremely boring and felt more like a couple of hours, but was not nearly as tiring as the entrance exam had been a few days previous.
After everything had been settled, Himawari took it upon herself to use a map printed on a half a sheet of paper to navigate her way to her homeroom. “Class 2A, class 2A…this print is awfully small…” the girl spoke to herself with a small frown forming on her full lips. If anyone had seen her face, it would have probably looked more like a pout than a frown.
“Okay, take a left here…”
Paying more attention to the map than the actual route, Himawari just barely dodged walking into a wall. She did not, however, avoid confrontation with a frantic brunette.
Both girls fell to the ground. One was wondering if she was going to crash into anything else that day, the other pondering why there was another girl out of class, and both confused as to what had happened.
“Oh...I'm sorry. I need to pay more attention to where I'm going next time,” Himawari apologized, bowing as soon as she got up.
“N-no! It's not your fault! I'm really clumsy is all. I was so worried about finding Yu-…my pet mouse that I didn't see you!” the other girl insisted, bowing at least five times as she spoke.
Himawari blinked a few times, taken aback by the girl's attitude, than started to giggle. “Then I guess it's both of our fault then,” she decided. “But um…why did you bring your pet mouse to school?”
The brunette paused, as if looking for an excuse. “Oh…well, he somehow made his way into my bag when I was leaving! And…I saw him escaping down the hallway when I got into class, and so I don't know where he is now…” she explained.
`This girl is rather weird,” Himawari thought to herself, but nodded. “I see. I would help you, but I need to find class 2A first…”
“That's my homeroom! The other girl replied happily. “Wait…you're not the new student from America, are you?!? I'm Honda Tohru, nice to meet you!”
Tohru proceeded to bow once more, and Himawari gave the gesture back. “Yes, that would be me. Samuels Himawari.”
“Samuels-san. A pleasure to meet you.”
The words had not come from Tohru's lips, but from behind Himawari's back. The blonde turned around to see a silver-haired boy walking towards her and Tohru while discreetly messing with his tie.
“Yuki-kun!” Tohru greeted the boy. “Samuels-san, this is Sohma Yuki. He's a friend of mine and very kind!”
The name `Sohma' struck a chord in Himawari. Her eyes widened and her grip on the map loosened so that the paper flew gracefully to the floor.
“Sohma-san…are you in any way related to Ayame-san?” she inquired.
Yuki seemed to be just as shocked as Himawari, but his face showed more confusion than surprise.
“Hai. But…how do you know Nii-san?” the nezumi asked.
Himawari smiled warmly. “I thought so! I just started working at Ayame-san's shop with Kuramae-san!”
As Yuki's face nearly dropped of his head, Tohru's face shined with joy. “Really Samuels-san? That's amazing!” she shrieked.
Yuki remained quiet, but nodded. After Tohru was finished questioning Himawari about how she received the job, what she thought about, and the like, Yuki finally asked, “Well, shouldn't we be getting back to class?”
“If you'd show the way please,” Himawari replied, an embarrassed blush reddening her cheeks.
“Very well then, let us go.”
And so, Himawari followed her two newest acquaintances to the classroom while being explained to the different activities that happened during the day or being shown specific parts of the school as they passed them. They arrived in at the classroom and opened the door just in time for a red-head to scream something about a damn rat, fly through the air, and land a nice side kick on poor Himawari's forehead. The force knocked her head into the doorway, and black quickly consumed her vision.
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A/N: Ah, poor Himawari-chan! I abused her very much in this chapter. Well, that is the end of the first chapter.
Has anyone noticed something familiar about the title of my chapters?
Until next time.