Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Lost My Sister in San Francisco ❯ Love Hurts ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Inuyoukai Mitaku Kurama 
Love hurts. Yes it does. But it hurts some more than others.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 229 | Status: Work In Progress
Love hurts. Yes it does. But it hurts some more than others.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 229 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N - 07/17/06 Wow, it’s been a little over two days since I’ve written a chapter. Why? Well, I have a lot of good ideas for the fic, I just don’t know where or what order to put them in. It’s harder than you think, really. When you preplan a fic and have all these ideas for it, when it comes to writing it the ideas get jumbled up and it’s like “Okay, I should put this one after this one. No, THIS one after that one! Oh, and that needs to be changed to this.” and it’s all very confusing at time. Anyway, I’m just gonna give this chapter my best shot and see which ideas fit in to what’s going on and what new ones I come up with. n.n Enjoy.
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“You had perfect timing, didn’t you Sachiko?” Kokoro growled as she turned the blanket over and sat down on the bed in the motel room. “And you can’t say I’m being hypocritical, ‘cause your nephew was making out with his girlfriend right down the pier and I didn’t do anything to interrupt them.”
“The right thing done for the wrong reason is a wrong thing.” Sachiko informed in a sing-song voice. “You let him date Kasumi so it wouldn’t seem hypocritical when you and Kyou ‘dated’. So in hopes of getting your first kiss from Kyou, you let your brother go ahead and make out with his girlfriend so you wouldn’t look like a hypocrite.”
“Did not!” Kokoro complained. She laid back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. She found herself doing that a lot lately. Staring skywards.
“Never love a wild thing, Miss Kokoro,” Sachiko advised. “That was your father’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Miss Kokoro. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
“He’s not a ‘wild thing’.” Kokoro shook her head. “And no one ordered any ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, thank you.” She sighed softly as she sat up, lightly hugging her knees to her chest. She dared herself to ask something that might have very dire consequences. “Sachiko,”
“What is it?” Sachiko asked as she sat at the desk placed in the room. She had a pencil in her hand, drawing on a piece of paper inside her sketch book.
“Were you ever in love?” Kokoro questioned as she watched her aunt move her hands up and down the sheet of paper, side to side, in a circle, a half-circle.
Sachiko stopped sketching the moment the question reached her ears. She stared down at the unfinished sketch she had just started. Something drew her back to her teenage years, but all her years from fifteen to twenty-one seemed to be wiped clean from her memories. “I don’t know.” Sachiko admitted. “Maybe I was, but I don’t remember.” She smiled and shrugged it off. “I couldn’t have been too much in love if I forgot though, now could I?”
You really have no idea...Kokoro thought as she watched her aunt go back to sketching. You were in love. And you had a beautiful daughter. But your memory was erased because the man you loved decided to turn his back on you after your daughter disappeared. His memory was erased and he moved on, but you never did. Then when you caught sight of Kiriko when Hinako transformed that day, you went mad. We all had no choice but to erase your own daughter from your memory. It made Kokoro want to cry, but she couldn’t with Sachiko in the room. Because then Sachiko would ask why and wouldn’t stop until she found out. And Kokoro could never lie to her, even if she wanted to.
“I’m out of the bath.” Tohru called as she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas. “Who’s in next?”
“I’ll go.” Sachiko stood up. “You girls can just chat for a while. Or there’s the t.v. if you want to watch it. But don’t mess with my drawing, Kokoro.”
Kokoro just nodded, desperately holding back the tears. She finally let go little by little when Sachiko disappeared into the bathroom. Tohru noticed almost instantly.
“Kokoro? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Tohru asked, sitting across from her on the second bed. “Did something happen?”
Kokoro just sniffled and cried quietly. After a few moments she began to speak softly. “Is this her punishment? For messing with the ‘grand design’ of the curse? Her punishment for taking Ariel’s rightful place as the leader?”
“What happened, Kokoro?” Tohru questioned.
“Sachiko...because she took Ariel’s place as the leader, she was punished.” Kokoro said. “She’s not like the rest of the family. She doesn’t transform back. She gets hugged, she becomes a virgin. And we know too, because she looks just like she would’ve if she had never dyed her hair or anything. She looks like...” Kokoro stopped for a second and got up from the bed. She went over to Sachiko’s purse and pulled out her wallet. Flipping through the pictures held in the wallet, she found what she was looking for and got it out. She went back over to Tohru and handed her the photo of Sachiko with her four siblings and their mother.
“Wow, she’s pretty.” Tohru commented as she spotted Sachiko in the picture. She looked much different back then. Her hair was a chestnut brown color, straight and long. Not green and cut short and unevenly like now. Her eyes were the same hazel, but held a childlike sense to them. “I always thought green was her natural hair color.”
“No,” Kokoro shook her head. “It was brown. After she lost Kiriko, she dyed and cut it. Every time she transforms, she goes back to looking like that.” She nodded to the picture. “That’s why she spends so much money on green hair dye.”
“I see.” Tohru nodded. “So...she doesn’t transform back?”
“No, she never goes back. And it’s unfair to her. She was just trying to do what was best for the family, and because of it she lost her daughter, her husband, and just when she was learning to live without them and move on, Kiriko comes back in the form of Hinako’s twin. Sachiko started screaming how that wasn’t her daughter, that her daughter was gone. We had no choice but to erase Kiriko from her memory. It took five years of her life out of the picture and bits and pieces that occurred afterwards.”
“So she doesn’t remember any of that either?” Tohru asked.
“No.” Kokoro shook her head. “Not a single memory of Kiriko is present in her mind.” She stood up and walked over to the desk where Sachiko had been sitting. She hovered over the desk, looking at the picture Sachiko had sketched before going into the bathroom. It was a woman holding a baby. In fact, the woman looked like a young teenage girl. Just as Sachiko had been when Kiriko was born. Was it possible that somewhere in the deepest part of Sachiko’s mind lay the memories of Kiriko, but they were so far back that Sachiko merely thought they were just ideas and pictures?
Kyou glared at Kippei from his spot on the chair. For Kasumi’s sake, he refrained himself from choking the life from the little punk. How dare he kiss Kasumi the way he did. Only a few yards away too. He found it hard to keep himself from killing the guy.
“I don’t know what to suspect you’re more upset about.” Kippei sighed, sensing Kyou’s hateful glare. “The fact that I was making out with your sister, or the fact that I got to kiss your sister before you kissed mine.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Kyou growled.
“I’m not the only one who finds it completely obvious.” Kippei shook his head, looking to Kyou. “We all know she has a thing for you, and you have a thing for her. But you both are just too stubborn and shy to admit it.”
“You’re crazy!” Kyou yelled.
“I saw the way you got mad when she started checking out Devon at the restaurant. We all did. The way you chased after her when she went to go find him. Then they way you two looked at each other when we were leaving. And not to mention the fact that we saw you two when you were alone at the pier.” He sighed once more.
“Look at you two,” Shigure sighed as he entered the room. “You’re going to have to learn to get along. You are going to be brothers-in-law one day.”
“Not anytime soon.” Kyou growled, looking at Kippei.
“Are you sure? You and Kokoro are almost out of high school, after that you two can get married and–“ Kippei teased menacingly.
“Shut up!” Kyou roared.
“Or actually, Kasumi and I are both sixteen and we are in America right now. In many states, marriage is legal by that age.” Kippei smirked.
Kyou gripped Kippei by the shirt. “Watch it, kid, before I wipe that punk ass smirk off your face.” He threatened.
“Go ahead, if you don’t mind your sister hating you.” Kippei shrugged.
“That’s enough, you two.” Shigure said. “Kyou, let Kippei go. Kippei, it’d be best to keep your distance from Kyou for a while.”
“Whatever.” Both of them replied at the same time. They both glared at each other and walked to the opposite sides of the room.
Yuki walked out of the bathroom and spotted both of them glaring at opposite walls. He sighed and shook his head. “What happened here?”
Kippei turned around and glared at Kyou. “Are you saying my sister’s not good enough for you, or what?”
“What?!” Kyou instantly turned.
“You heard me.” Kippei crossed his arms. “You think you’re too good for her or something?”
“I never said that!” Kyou yelled.
“Then what’s the problem?!” Kippei yelled back. “She likes you, you like her! What else is there?!”
“You might want to keep it down, Kippei. They’re in the next room over and I’m pretty sure these walls aren’t all that thick.” Shigure warned.
Kippei growled and sat down on one of the beds. He crossed his arms and grumbled something under his breath. Playing matchmaker was harder than he thought. And very aggravating. Why couldn’t Kyou and Kokoro admit their feelings and get it over with?
“I don’t want them to get hurt.” Kokoro had said when she explained why she wouldn’t let Kippei and Kasumi be together. Maybe that was the reason why Kokoro and Kyou were hesitant to say how they really felt. They didn’t want to hurt or get hurt. It was possible.
Kippei suddenly remembered a secret about Kyou that Kasumi had confided in him. If Kyou didn’t defeat Yuki before graduation, he’d be locked away. Say he didn’t and he was locked away, and Kyou and Kokoro were together...what would happen? How would they deal with it? And it wasn’t only that, but Kyou and Kokoro were members of the curse, just as he and Kasumi were. If Ariel and Akito would hurt them for being together, what made Kyou and Kokoro any different?
Actually, there was a slight difference. Kyou was the outcast, the cat. And Kokoro was the member of the family that Ariel hated the most. Sure, Kasumi and Kippei would be forbidden from seeing each other and such, but when it’s the outcast and the most hated...it was only obvious that Kyou and Kokoro would get it much worse.
He sighed and growled again, looking at Kyou. “Hey,”
“What do you want now?” Kyou grumbled.
“I’m sorry.” Kippei simply said.
“What?” Kyou arched a brow.
“I said I’m sorry. And don’t get used to it.” Kippei sighed. “I’m not gonna push you or my sister into getting in a relationship. It’s just that she really likes you and...maybe you do or don’t like her, but yeah. I guess when it comes to my sister, I want her to be happy. Even if it seems like I do everything to make her miserable and whatever.”
“So you’re saying getting with me would make her happy?” Kyou inquired.
“Chyeah.” Kippei nodded. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Kasumi and I just thought it’d be a good id–...”
“Wait a minute, Kasumi was in on this?” Kyou asked.
“Yeah.” Kippei blinked. “That’s why she went with me when we were at the pier. We wanted to give you and Kokoro some ‘alone time’. We were watching you from down the pier, talking, then one thing led to another and...do you really want to hear the details?”
“...No.” Kyou shook his head. He had to think for a moment. Kokoro being happy was a good thing. Especially with that other personality lurking about inside her head. And if he ended up being truly happy with Kokoro, well then pretty much everyone wins. (But he forgot to take into calculation the fact of which he didn’t defeat Yuki before graduation and was locked up.) And even he had to admit that he was beginning to grow feelings for Kokoro. With a sigh he looked to Kippei and decided to give it a shot. What was the worst that could’ve happened? “Fine. I’ll go out with Kokoro.”
“Good.” Kippei smiled lightly. “Oh, and if you do anything to hurt her...I’ll kick your ass.”
“If you do anything to hurt my sister, I’ll kick your’s.” Kyou slightly narrowed his eyes.
“And if she hurts me?”
“Well that’s perfectly fine.”
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A/N - 07/22/06 Woah, six days to write this thing. Why, you may ask? Because I have so many ideas in my head for different fanfics and such that I had to spend hours reorganizing them and whatever. Then my little hamster in my head quit running on it’s wheel and ended up getting killed by a little goblin who went and threw all my files around and I had to spend more time reorganizing my ideas. But I killed the goblin and am now back to writing. n.n Wewt! So stay tuned!
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“You had perfect timing, didn’t you Sachiko?” Kokoro growled as she turned the blanket over and sat down on the bed in the motel room. “And you can’t say I’m being hypocritical, ‘cause your nephew was making out with his girlfriend right down the pier and I didn’t do anything to interrupt them.”
“The right thing done for the wrong reason is a wrong thing.” Sachiko informed in a sing-song voice. “You let him date Kasumi so it wouldn’t seem hypocritical when you and Kyou ‘dated’. So in hopes of getting your first kiss from Kyou, you let your brother go ahead and make out with his girlfriend so you wouldn’t look like a hypocrite.”
“Did not!” Kokoro complained. She laid back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. She found herself doing that a lot lately. Staring skywards.
“Never love a wild thing, Miss Kokoro,” Sachiko advised. “That was your father’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Miss Kokoro. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
“He’s not a ‘wild thing’.” Kokoro shook her head. “And no one ordered any ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’, thank you.” She sighed softly as she sat up, lightly hugging her knees to her chest. She dared herself to ask something that might have very dire consequences. “Sachiko,”
“What is it?” Sachiko asked as she sat at the desk placed in the room. She had a pencil in her hand, drawing on a piece of paper inside her sketch book.
“Were you ever in love?” Kokoro questioned as she watched her aunt move her hands up and down the sheet of paper, side to side, in a circle, a half-circle.
Sachiko stopped sketching the moment the question reached her ears. She stared down at the unfinished sketch she had just started. Something drew her back to her teenage years, but all her years from fifteen to twenty-one seemed to be wiped clean from her memories. “I don’t know.” Sachiko admitted. “Maybe I was, but I don’t remember.” She smiled and shrugged it off. “I couldn’t have been too much in love if I forgot though, now could I?”
You really have no idea...Kokoro thought as she watched her aunt go back to sketching. You were in love. And you had a beautiful daughter. But your memory was erased because the man you loved decided to turn his back on you after your daughter disappeared. His memory was erased and he moved on, but you never did. Then when you caught sight of Kiriko when Hinako transformed that day, you went mad. We all had no choice but to erase your own daughter from your memory. It made Kokoro want to cry, but she couldn’t with Sachiko in the room. Because then Sachiko would ask why and wouldn’t stop until she found out. And Kokoro could never lie to her, even if she wanted to.
“I’m out of the bath.” Tohru called as she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas. “Who’s in next?”
“I’ll go.” Sachiko stood up. “You girls can just chat for a while. Or there’s the t.v. if you want to watch it. But don’t mess with my drawing, Kokoro.”
Kokoro just nodded, desperately holding back the tears. She finally let go little by little when Sachiko disappeared into the bathroom. Tohru noticed almost instantly.
“Kokoro? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Tohru asked, sitting across from her on the second bed. “Did something happen?”
Kokoro just sniffled and cried quietly. After a few moments she began to speak softly. “Is this her punishment? For messing with the ‘grand design’ of the curse? Her punishment for taking Ariel’s rightful place as the leader?”
“What happened, Kokoro?” Tohru questioned.
“Sachiko...because she took Ariel’s place as the leader, she was punished.” Kokoro said. “She’s not like the rest of the family. She doesn’t transform back. She gets hugged, she becomes a virgin. And we know too, because she looks just like she would’ve if she had never dyed her hair or anything. She looks like...” Kokoro stopped for a second and got up from the bed. She went over to Sachiko’s purse and pulled out her wallet. Flipping through the pictures held in the wallet, she found what she was looking for and got it out. She went back over to Tohru and handed her the photo of Sachiko with her four siblings and their mother.
“Wow, she’s pretty.” Tohru commented as she spotted Sachiko in the picture. She looked much different back then. Her hair was a chestnut brown color, straight and long. Not green and cut short and unevenly like now. Her eyes were the same hazel, but held a childlike sense to them. “I always thought green was her natural hair color.”
“No,” Kokoro shook her head. “It was brown. After she lost Kiriko, she dyed and cut it. Every time she transforms, she goes back to looking like that.” She nodded to the picture. “That’s why she spends so much money on green hair dye.”
“I see.” Tohru nodded. “So...she doesn’t transform back?”
“No, she never goes back. And it’s unfair to her. She was just trying to do what was best for the family, and because of it she lost her daughter, her husband, and just when she was learning to live without them and move on, Kiriko comes back in the form of Hinako’s twin. Sachiko started screaming how that wasn’t her daughter, that her daughter was gone. We had no choice but to erase Kiriko from her memory. It took five years of her life out of the picture and bits and pieces that occurred afterwards.”
“So she doesn’t remember any of that either?” Tohru asked.
“No.” Kokoro shook her head. “Not a single memory of Kiriko is present in her mind.” She stood up and walked over to the desk where Sachiko had been sitting. She hovered over the desk, looking at the picture Sachiko had sketched before going into the bathroom. It was a woman holding a baby. In fact, the woman looked like a young teenage girl. Just as Sachiko had been when Kiriko was born. Was it possible that somewhere in the deepest part of Sachiko’s mind lay the memories of Kiriko, but they were so far back that Sachiko merely thought they were just ideas and pictures?
Kyou glared at Kippei from his spot on the chair. For Kasumi’s sake, he refrained himself from choking the life from the little punk. How dare he kiss Kasumi the way he did. Only a few yards away too. He found it hard to keep himself from killing the guy.
“I don’t know what to suspect you’re more upset about.” Kippei sighed, sensing Kyou’s hateful glare. “The fact that I was making out with your sister, or the fact that I got to kiss your sister before you kissed mine.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Kyou growled.
“I’m not the only one who finds it completely obvious.” Kippei shook his head, looking to Kyou. “We all know she has a thing for you, and you have a thing for her. But you both are just too stubborn and shy to admit it.”
“You’re crazy!” Kyou yelled.
“I saw the way you got mad when she started checking out Devon at the restaurant. We all did. The way you chased after her when she went to go find him. Then they way you two looked at each other when we were leaving. And not to mention the fact that we saw you two when you were alone at the pier.” He sighed once more.
“Look at you two,” Shigure sighed as he entered the room. “You’re going to have to learn to get along. You are going to be brothers-in-law one day.”
“Not anytime soon.” Kyou growled, looking at Kippei.
“Are you sure? You and Kokoro are almost out of high school, after that you two can get married and–“ Kippei teased menacingly.
“Shut up!” Kyou roared.
“Or actually, Kasumi and I are both sixteen and we are in America right now. In many states, marriage is legal by that age.” Kippei smirked.
Kyou gripped Kippei by the shirt. “Watch it, kid, before I wipe that punk ass smirk off your face.” He threatened.
“Go ahead, if you don’t mind your sister hating you.” Kippei shrugged.
“That’s enough, you two.” Shigure said. “Kyou, let Kippei go. Kippei, it’d be best to keep your distance from Kyou for a while.”
“Whatever.” Both of them replied at the same time. They both glared at each other and walked to the opposite sides of the room.
Yuki walked out of the bathroom and spotted both of them glaring at opposite walls. He sighed and shook his head. “What happened here?”
Kippei turned around and glared at Kyou. “Are you saying my sister’s not good enough for you, or what?”
“What?!” Kyou instantly turned.
“You heard me.” Kippei crossed his arms. “You think you’re too good for her or something?”
“I never said that!” Kyou yelled.
“Then what’s the problem?!” Kippei yelled back. “She likes you, you like her! What else is there?!”
“You might want to keep it down, Kippei. They’re in the next room over and I’m pretty sure these walls aren’t all that thick.” Shigure warned.
Kippei growled and sat down on one of the beds. He crossed his arms and grumbled something under his breath. Playing matchmaker was harder than he thought. And very aggravating. Why couldn’t Kyou and Kokoro admit their feelings and get it over with?
“I don’t want them to get hurt.” Kokoro had said when she explained why she wouldn’t let Kippei and Kasumi be together. Maybe that was the reason why Kokoro and Kyou were hesitant to say how they really felt. They didn’t want to hurt or get hurt. It was possible.
Kippei suddenly remembered a secret about Kyou that Kasumi had confided in him. If Kyou didn’t defeat Yuki before graduation, he’d be locked away. Say he didn’t and he was locked away, and Kyou and Kokoro were together...what would happen? How would they deal with it? And it wasn’t only that, but Kyou and Kokoro were members of the curse, just as he and Kasumi were. If Ariel and Akito would hurt them for being together, what made Kyou and Kokoro any different?
Actually, there was a slight difference. Kyou was the outcast, the cat. And Kokoro was the member of the family that Ariel hated the most. Sure, Kasumi and Kippei would be forbidden from seeing each other and such, but when it’s the outcast and the most hated...it was only obvious that Kyou and Kokoro would get it much worse.
He sighed and growled again, looking at Kyou. “Hey,”
“What do you want now?” Kyou grumbled.
“I’m sorry.” Kippei simply said.
“What?” Kyou arched a brow.
“I said I’m sorry. And don’t get used to it.” Kippei sighed. “I’m not gonna push you or my sister into getting in a relationship. It’s just that she really likes you and...maybe you do or don’t like her, but yeah. I guess when it comes to my sister, I want her to be happy. Even if it seems like I do everything to make her miserable and whatever.”
“So you’re saying getting with me would make her happy?” Kyou inquired.
“Chyeah.” Kippei nodded. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Kasumi and I just thought it’d be a good id–...”
“Wait a minute, Kasumi was in on this?” Kyou asked.
“Yeah.” Kippei blinked. “That’s why she went with me when we were at the pier. We wanted to give you and Kokoro some ‘alone time’. We were watching you from down the pier, talking, then one thing led to another and...do you really want to hear the details?”
“...No.” Kyou shook his head. He had to think for a moment. Kokoro being happy was a good thing. Especially with that other personality lurking about inside her head. And if he ended up being truly happy with Kokoro, well then pretty much everyone wins. (But he forgot to take into calculation the fact of which he didn’t defeat Yuki before graduation and was locked up.) And even he had to admit that he was beginning to grow feelings for Kokoro. With a sigh he looked to Kippei and decided to give it a shot. What was the worst that could’ve happened? “Fine. I’ll go out with Kokoro.”
“Good.” Kippei smiled lightly. “Oh, and if you do anything to hurt her...I’ll kick your ass.”
“If you do anything to hurt my sister, I’ll kick your’s.” Kyou slightly narrowed his eyes.
“And if she hurts me?”
“Well that’s perfectly fine.”
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A/N - 07/22/06 Woah, six days to write this thing. Why, you may ask? Because I have so many ideas in my head for different fanfics and such that I had to spend hours reorganizing them and whatever. Then my little hamster in my head quit running on it’s wheel and ended up getting killed by a little goblin who went and threw all my files around and I had to spend more time reorganizing my ideas. But I killed the goblin and am now back to writing. n.n Wewt! So stay tuned!