Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ demon akito has become ❯ Japan, here I am! ( Chapter 2 )
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By: kotokochibi 
Lost in tokyo on my first day. Great. I hate my life.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 331 | Status: Work In Progress
Lost in tokyo on my first day. Great. I hate my life.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 331 | Status: Work In Progress
I didn't want to do this.
I'm heading to the home of my estranged family. They want to adopt me.
It all started when my social worker told me that.
And that explains why I'm wandering the streets of tokyo, unable to communicate enough to ask for directions. (Believe me, I tried.) I'm not even dressed right! I'm wearing a pink fuzzy turtleneck and some brown denim jeans. I'm attracting lot's of stares. Probably because of the holes in the knees of my jeans and the fact that it's freezing and I'm not wearing a coat. and to top it off, it's raining. And did I mention it's freezing?
Damn my social worker.
I head underneath the overhang of a shop selling a variety of brightly-coloured fruits. They look so good, but I have no money. I wish I did. Dangit! Why did the money my parents left me go to the bank for when I'm eighteen?
Someone was supposed to meet me at the station, but they never showed up. What the hell do I do now? Wait in the freezing rain for someone who won't recognize me and who I won't recognize? Damnit. Damn it all.
A black haired man in a nice looking suit passes by me. Wait, if he has money, then he's probably had a good education. Maybe even in OTHER LANGUAGES. like, for example, ENGLISH.
"Excuse me, sir!" I call, and my battered high-tops take me towards him. He turns around and looks at me in confusion. I look too well dressed to be a beggar but too poor to just be a tourist. "Do you recognize this address? I am supposed to be there now, but no one came to pick me up, and now I'm stuck out in the freezing rain until I can find these rumored estranged relatives of mine." Yes, I'm babbling. He probably doesn't need to know all this. Maybe he's a kidnapper who sells young girls like me or something. Darn! I must have left my brain in the states.
The man bends wordlessly over the paper. I'd be amazed to learn that he actually can read it. He's probably just being polite. Oh well.
"Yes, I do," says the man. "I live at that address. I'm going to the train station to pick up my niece, Zia. Are you..."
Oh crap. Of all the people. I hope I didn't say anything offensive! Dang, what did I say? "Uh, yeah," I said. "You're the guy who was supposed to pick me up but didn't?" Oops. That last part slipped out! Oh man, I really need to stop this babbling habit of mine.
The man looks guilty. I feel bad. "Yes," he says. "I am Hatori Sohma. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up. I would have been, but we were told you'd be here at five o'clock." It sounds like Happy was involved. Happy is my social worker.
"It's fine," I say. then I add, for good measure, "I was joking about all that estanged relative stuff."
Hatori just smiles doubtfully. "Come on. I'll take you home." He turns and gestures I follow. who am I to disobey?
He leads me down winding streets, through a damp alley, and through a residential section. I look at each house, and think 'Is this theirs? will theirs look like this?' I can't help it.
I nearly fall and break my neck in a pothole. Hatori turns around and stares at me for a second before asking, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I say, then resume following.
we reach a concrete wall. It's ugly and really just obnoxious. It screams, 'We're too good to look at you!' I consider commenting on it, but decide against it. with my luck, it'll turn out to be culturally taboo to ask about giant ugly walls. No matter how much of an eyesore they are. I mean, the japanese put up with them. So I can too.
To my Horror, Hatori stops in front of the gate to rich-and-vain manor. I could just shoot myself. Damn my frickin luck! Damn it to hell!
"Uh, is this the place?" I ask like an idiot.
"Yes," says Hatori. Man, this guy really doesn't say much, does he?
"Oh," I say. I decide not to mention how much I hate it already. Maybe it's nicer inside.
The gates open, and I walk in, following Hatori. I am surprised to see what seems to be a miniature city. The road is paved in brown brick. Ferns and tiger lillies grow wild to my left. To my right is a small house. The lights are on, so I assume they're home. Up ahead, a huge house obstructs my full view. Wow. This redefines obnoxious.
"It's pretty," I say, not really meaning this. Maybe Hatori senses this, because he shoots me a 'yea-but-it-ain't-changin-anytime-soon' look.
He once again begins walking, leading me to what must be the head of 'Better-than-you-losers' headquarters. Dang. I can't believe I have to live here. It sucks!
Hatori leads me through the doors, and down a bland hallway that just blares 'What the hell are you underlings doing here?'
Then, Hatori stops at an ornate door. "Akito-sama wishes to have a private meal to get to know you. He is the head of the Sohma family, and incredibly important. Please be respectful," he says. What, does he think I'm gonna pick my nose or spill soup all over this guy? Not a snowballs chance in hell!
Hatori opens the door, hanging back the entire time. (Thanks a million.) I walk in, not sure what to expect. A guy in an ornate kimono, with lavendar hair, is sitting on a red cushion facing me. On his finger is perched a white bird. "Hello," he says. "And welcome to the family."
I'm heading to the home of my estranged family. They want to adopt me.
It all started when my social worker told me that.
And that explains why I'm wandering the streets of tokyo, unable to communicate enough to ask for directions. (Believe me, I tried.) I'm not even dressed right! I'm wearing a pink fuzzy turtleneck and some brown denim jeans. I'm attracting lot's of stares. Probably because of the holes in the knees of my jeans and the fact that it's freezing and I'm not wearing a coat. and to top it off, it's raining. And did I mention it's freezing?
Damn my social worker.
I head underneath the overhang of a shop selling a variety of brightly-coloured fruits. They look so good, but I have no money. I wish I did. Dangit! Why did the money my parents left me go to the bank for when I'm eighteen?
Someone was supposed to meet me at the station, but they never showed up. What the hell do I do now? Wait in the freezing rain for someone who won't recognize me and who I won't recognize? Damnit. Damn it all.
A black haired man in a nice looking suit passes by me. Wait, if he has money, then he's probably had a good education. Maybe even in OTHER LANGUAGES. like, for example, ENGLISH.
"Excuse me, sir!" I call, and my battered high-tops take me towards him. He turns around and looks at me in confusion. I look too well dressed to be a beggar but too poor to just be a tourist. "Do you recognize this address? I am supposed to be there now, but no one came to pick me up, and now I'm stuck out in the freezing rain until I can find these rumored estranged relatives of mine." Yes, I'm babbling. He probably doesn't need to know all this. Maybe he's a kidnapper who sells young girls like me or something. Darn! I must have left my brain in the states.
The man bends wordlessly over the paper. I'd be amazed to learn that he actually can read it. He's probably just being polite. Oh well.
"Yes, I do," says the man. "I live at that address. I'm going to the train station to pick up my niece, Zia. Are you..."
Oh crap. Of all the people. I hope I didn't say anything offensive! Dang, what did I say? "Uh, yeah," I said. "You're the guy who was supposed to pick me up but didn't?" Oops. That last part slipped out! Oh man, I really need to stop this babbling habit of mine.
The man looks guilty. I feel bad. "Yes," he says. "I am Hatori Sohma. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up. I would have been, but we were told you'd be here at five o'clock." It sounds like Happy was involved. Happy is my social worker.
"It's fine," I say. then I add, for good measure, "I was joking about all that estanged relative stuff."
Hatori just smiles doubtfully. "Come on. I'll take you home." He turns and gestures I follow. who am I to disobey?
He leads me down winding streets, through a damp alley, and through a residential section. I look at each house, and think 'Is this theirs? will theirs look like this?' I can't help it.
I nearly fall and break my neck in a pothole. Hatori turns around and stares at me for a second before asking, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I say, then resume following.
we reach a concrete wall. It's ugly and really just obnoxious. It screams, 'We're too good to look at you!' I consider commenting on it, but decide against it. with my luck, it'll turn out to be culturally taboo to ask about giant ugly walls. No matter how much of an eyesore they are. I mean, the japanese put up with them. So I can too.
To my Horror, Hatori stops in front of the gate to rich-and-vain manor. I could just shoot myself. Damn my frickin luck! Damn it to hell!
"Uh, is this the place?" I ask like an idiot.
"Yes," says Hatori. Man, this guy really doesn't say much, does he?
"Oh," I say. I decide not to mention how much I hate it already. Maybe it's nicer inside.
The gates open, and I walk in, following Hatori. I am surprised to see what seems to be a miniature city. The road is paved in brown brick. Ferns and tiger lillies grow wild to my left. To my right is a small house. The lights are on, so I assume they're home. Up ahead, a huge house obstructs my full view. Wow. This redefines obnoxious.
"It's pretty," I say, not really meaning this. Maybe Hatori senses this, because he shoots me a 'yea-but-it-ain't-changin-anytime-soon' look.
He once again begins walking, leading me to what must be the head of 'Better-than-you-losers' headquarters. Dang. I can't believe I have to live here. It sucks!
Hatori leads me through the doors, and down a bland hallway that just blares 'What the hell are you underlings doing here?'
Then, Hatori stops at an ornate door. "Akito-sama wishes to have a private meal to get to know you. He is the head of the Sohma family, and incredibly important. Please be respectful," he says. What, does he think I'm gonna pick my nose or spill soup all over this guy? Not a snowballs chance in hell!
Hatori opens the door, hanging back the entire time. (Thanks a million.) I walk in, not sure what to expect. A guy in an ornate kimono, with lavendar hair, is sitting on a red cushion facing me. On his finger is perched a white bird. "Hello," he says. "And welcome to the family."