Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Shigure's Spy Net ❯ Chapter 1

Rin stared out her hospital window, tired of being there, tired of having nothing to do. She thought of Shigure, of the questions she planned to ask him when she was released. Why Shigure? Because Shigure knew everything. Rin wasn't sure how he did it, but it was obvious to everyone that little went unnoticed by the dog.

Slipping into a daydream, Rin saw Shigure in her mind's eye, clearing a space on his messy floor. Glancing at his door to reassure himself that he was alone, he lifted a trap door previously concealed under a pile of books. He slipped into the hole, closing the door behind him.

At the bottom of a very long ladder, Shigure finally touched ground again. Grabbing a torch conveniently placed at the beginning of a dark, winding tunnel, the dog wandered casually down the familiar path. Finally, the tunnel opened up into a well-lit, richly decorated hall. Shigure admired the row of busts lining one wall as he walked. Lenin, Stalin, a very handsome bust of Shigure himself, and Chris Tucker.

As he passed, the last one turned and rudely yelled, “Hey! Don't just ignore me! And don't roll your eyes! I can see that you know! Hey, come back here!”

Shigure sighed; he'd bought that one on sale, and he'd regretted the purchase ever since.

Finally, he came to a magnificent door at the end of the hall, and pushing it open, he revealed a beehive of activity. Russian floated in the air, and one agent walked up to Shigure and handed him a piece of paper.

“Here is your daily report, sir,” the man said. Shigure glanced at the report and smiled internally. Yes, the Sohma stipend for the Juunishi came in handy when the USSR dissolved. He'd managed to import a vast majority of the KGB at the time.

The report would wait until his inspection was finished. He fully entered the room, and began his routine survey of his vast spy net headquarters. Here were the screens for his cameras, the school, the Sohma estate, Mii-chan's house, half the restaurants in the city, and one for each room of the house. There were the agents examining the tapes made from his various phone taps. On the other side of the table were the ones listening to his various other listening devices. He finished his survey, satisfied that everything was in working order and making mental notes on areas in which he could expand the net to keep him informed of the various goings on in the city and his family.

Thanking his head agent for the report, he exited the room and proceeded back down the hall into the tunnel, burning the report when he finished reading it.

Rin shook herself from her daydream. There was no way Shigure had the KGB in a hidden basement in his house. It was just unrealistic.

Back at Shigure's house, the author was cleaning a spot on his floor. He glanced briefly at the door before raising a trap door and slipping into the previously hidden hole in the floor.