Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Gathering Feathers ❯ Monopoly ( Chapter 2 )

Gathering Feathers

Started: 06/07/03

Finished: 06/13/03

Edited: --/--/--

"That ends this period! Class dismissed, and before you go may I see Hanajima, Saki up front and center?"

As everyone excitedly trudged out the door talking, one girl stood in the middle of the classroom not moving. The teacher grimaced seeing how tightly she had wrapped her notebook around herself her arms crossed tightly against her. Sighing a little he picked up the pieces of trash left behind the other students making his way up to her. "I heard about your accident Ms. Hanajima. It's a good thing someone pushed you away from that reckless driver."

She gave no remark, but stared down at shoes concentrating on them. Like before too she made no movement, but surely she was listening?

Coughing a little and trying to strike up a conversation, before he got to the real news, he sat on a desk close to her. "It's been a week since the accident. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked politely gently resting a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened dramatically. Surprised by her reaction he removed his hand. She shook her head no, before looking up at him blankly.

"Sohma-sensei, may I ask why I am staying after class?" He blinked at her statement. 'Well she said a mouthful.' He thought with much unbelief.

Clearing his voice before he explained to her and shrugging her comment aside, he began; "The reason I called you to stay after is rather something that I need your approval on. As your English teacher I realized that you have lots of talent in this area, and you know that I have published novels, but they have never been successful to the point where I could buy whole library for our classroom." He paused, as he scratched his hand boyishly.

"Lately though, I have been writing a wonderful piece where both my editor and I have agreed on will be a hit. Unfortunately she wants poetry pieces in there to lighten the mood and give it more of a mood. Since I am no poet, my editor is looking for young and inspiriting poets to fill up spots. Credit will be given of course with a rant in the back about them. I was thinking if I could use one of your pieces from creative writing?" He smiled gently and propped his hand up and leaned against it. "You're such a wonderful poet that it would be a great honor to have my best student be apart of my greatest novel!"

"I don't know Sohma-sensei." Still not looking at him, she shrugged. "I would be embarrassed if they were in published books." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

He sat on the desk thinking a little but then he nodded knowingly. "Very well. Think about it though. The deadline will be in two week though. Give me an answer by the end of them. Who knows? You just might change your mind. I'll give you a pass. Where's your next hour's class?"

"Lunch."

"Shigure!"A voice shouted from the doorway. The student and the teacher turned around to see who was calling the teacher with out any formal honorifics at the end.

"Ah! Yuki! My favorite-" Sohma-sensei began to say.

"The Student Council wanted to talk to you about holding a writing contest today. You're late for the meeting." Yuki let out a sigh leaning against the doorframe. "We've had to reschedule dozens of times Shigure. I think it's about time that you come to the meeting." Shigure gave a silly smile.

"Aw! Yuki-kun! It's so impolite and rude to call your English teacher by their first name, even though you know them personally." Yuki scowled, and motioned Shigure or Sohma-sensei out the door. "Right! On my way!" He said giving a little wave and handing Saki a pass as he went out the door. Yuki stared at the elder as he went down the hallway, as he still leaned against the doorframe.

So now they were alone.

They both stood there as if they were waiting for the other person to say something or acknowledge the other person somehow. There was absolutely no sound expect for the distant classes that were being taught and quiet breathing radiating from both of them.

Not standing for the silence between them he strode over to her slowly and relaxed. He placed his arms around her loosely around her. She dropped her books and gasped as if she was surprised and scared. He smirked secretively and slowly, he bended over as if he could be closer to her. He could feel the lovely aroma of her natural perfume. 'Plums' he murmured incoherently brushing his lips against the side of her head, ears, and neck. Her back arched against his chest, while she shakily sighed with fear and ill feeling towards him. "Come over at 6." He said murmuring so quietly to her that she barely caught it.

She gazed out the window leaning on her desk to support herself. Her whole body shaking with disorientated feelings.

[M o n o p o l y]

"What the hell is your problem?"

So they were fighting again.

He raised an eyebrow incredulously. "Excuse me Arisa, but I believe that this whole argument is your fault." With that response from him, she became even more furious.

"You always blame things on me! Do I have a sign on me that say's "Everything is my fault!" Or something? You know what! Because everything you've been blaming me!" She pushed him into the wall, and stared at him, anger just boiling up inside both of them. "Do you even love me?" She asked locking eyes with him.

"Love!?! Idiot!" He growled walking up to her. " Stop changing the subject! You know why everything has been your fault? It's because you can't do anything right!" He yelled, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. "It's your fault that I've been going through hell, and the fact that you're never there to help makes me want to laugh, because you always have the time with your friends!"

Roughly pushing his hands off her, she stumbled back and snarled- "I hate you Hatori. Go fuck yourself why don't you?" She spat, punching him in the jaw. By reflex he shook it off. "Why do you have to do this to me? I hate you so much, Sohma!"

Almost immediately after that, he shot her glare that she could have died if looks really could kill. "Let me tell you something. I've been patient-"

"Patient my ass!"

A rogue hand connected with a face.

They both froze.

"... I'm really sorry Arisa." He stuttered, trying to bring her inside to her arms or at least get her to look at him. She turned around and hid her face behind her blond hair. Shaking a little he reached out for her but she stumbled back. "I'm so sorry Ari-"

"Don't call me that!" She shouted angrily. "You really think after that I'd let you call me by my name? It's Uo-san to you! You're a fucking bastard and I hope you rot in hell!" She ran off.

The only thing that he did was fall on his knees and lean against cold brick wall outside their apartment building.

[M o n o p o l y]

I'm scared.

I'm scared what would happen once I ring his bell and he let's me in. I'm just too afraid of what might happen, but I lack the courage to not go. It's not because I'm afraid of him.

I'm afraid of what he might do.

He has the perfect facade of himself. He's perfect in the eyes of others, everyone else. He knows that he's just lying to himself, but he puts up with it anyway because he's afraid of being different. He's afraid what his peers, his teachers, his family, and even himself would react. If he acted like himself.. There would be so many painful consequences. He won't live with that.

So that's why he has me.

So that's why I'm on my way to his house.

I had changed out of my uniform when I got home and then went to the park to think, but still I was restless. Just thinking about him could just make me nervous, as if I was upstaged. He was more ethereal and more real then I could ever would be. It was a bit ironic because he was living a lie, while I was living some sort of truth. All in all... he was living nicely while I was living shunned.

Oh the advantages of being yourself.

I was a neglected child. My parents only cared for the younger siblings. They thought since I was older I would take charge and be strong for the younger ones. Sadly, I'm no where near the role of being a good elder sibling. My parents have more then enough on their hands because of their children. So, they leave me alone. Early childhood, were the best and seemingly the only good memories I ever will have of being with anyone. I remember my mother teaching me how to paint. I remember my father teaching me to play piano.

I remember happiness and laughter.

Nowadays, the household is filled with silence, everyone being silent and just trying to be good children. We help cook, clean, and we try to be something. Something that we're not. We try as hard as we can to be perfect children, while our parent's work hard to support us.

The wind is blowing softly today.

It's a beautiful day. I smile watching the children at the park have fun. I bless them to have a great life, something that will never be like mine. I hope for them a great future, where a glorious happy face greats you everyday and you sleep with a smile. I wish for you the things that I want.

I bless you all.

The rays of the sun beat down beat down on me blanking me with such warmth.

The cars are whizzing by.

It's very warm today.

I take my hand and brush it against my hair, the black sleeves of my shirt just brushing me. My black hair, flowing with the wind curling ever so slightly. I can feel the cool breeze just balancing the sun's warmth. I can feel...

Maybe today will be different.

I'm almost to his house...

[M o n o p o l y]

Does anyone ever have these weird feelings... like something weird is going to happen?

Fuck. That just did not make any sense. Man, Kazama was seriously correct about me needing to get out more. How long since I've been outside? 2 weeks... Ever since that dumb-ass girl decided to run over that pretty girl. I just happened to be one break from school, and walking to the grocery store... Then insanity ensues.

I don't know what the hell happened, but I think that some dumb manly hero thing just clicked in, so I ran and I saved her but, almost getting run over.

Bah. This hero shit sucks.

I mean as a guy myself rescuing innocent girls who just walk around like bimbo's screaming to be kidnapped or raped doesn't turn to me as a turn on. It shows me that you're a weak and a stupid character. So I avoid those girls...

So that just cuts 80% of all girls out there... Then take away 10% for lesbians because I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't be interested in me, and 9% for all those girls who are just not for me really...

That just leaves 1%. Damn it I really need to get better at this math stuff.

Kazama was pissed of at me, because all I do is train. Train to get better, and he just tells me to stop practicing and go screw around...

Nice father figure he is.

So I'm just going to go to the park- HEY! Isn't that they weird girl I saved? Man she had scared me; she was wearing all black and even had that black lip stuff... What's it called? Eye shadow or something? I don't know. But she had paint on her lips and it was black and then she had these weird charcoal eyes that freaked me out, and she looked so lonely and man was she pretty.

All right. Kyou shutting up.

...

Ah fuck this. Should I go say hi to her? Man... She looks like she has a lot on her mind. She's wearing this long skirt that's dragging and a pretty black lacey like shirt... Her lips are painted black again to... She looks lonely... Maybe I should go say hi?

...

You're so fucking stupid Kyou.

Maybe I should stop talking to myself before I go insane...

Authors Notes: Blech. I apologize for the poorly written chapter. My creativity has sunken to a low point. [sulks]. I'll edit this repost it, then put up the third chapter. Hopefully this is entertaining you guys. I hope. Since I've lost all meanings of any idea for the next chapter... I'm brain dead! If you have any good ideas for the next chapter please write them in with your review! [sob] My brain is dead!

Blah. This chapter was crappy. I promise for a darker future. Expect lots of pain hopefully. I was trying to you know... build up a little bit to the main plot but then I said to myself. "Plot? What plot?" Then I realized that the plot was love really hurts and there are darker consequences to 'want' and perfect images are really illusions. Oh! And to you know... spread the word of more Hanajima stories...

Yes...

Every time the chapter's title comes up it usually means different place, point of view, time, whatever. So I hope that didn't confuse you.... ehehehehe.

Blah! What's wrong with fanfiction.net anyway? I mean in the longest time I've never seen so little posts.. I mean for June 11 (2003) there were like what... two posts? That has to be a record low! I've never seen so... not many stories being posted up for days! The search engine is mad at me too I think... Haven't been able to search for stories by typing in like 'Saki Hanajima', then under Fruits Basket... it shows up nothing. I can't seem to review anything too. I thought that was extremely odd also.

That's a bit odd?