Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret of Despair ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 6 )

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The feeling of nothing was numbing and at the same time brought overwhelming panic. At first she felt nothing the absence of everything. No thoughts, no questions, no nothing filled her mind. She felt like a china pot with nothing inside but hollow air. The panic was creeping on the edges of her mind. But she shook them off, though not completely. She was with this Kureno. She could not understand not comprehend anything. Was this normal? They were arriving at a house. She felt no feelings of apprehension or concern. She was the being of no feeling. She absent-mindedly followed Kureno to the door.

Inside was a large woman, and the first thing she remembered noticing was how purple the hair and the eyes of the woman was. It was so handsomely violet making everything else to be dull compared to it. All she could think was about the beautiful violet coloring. She stared at it and she felt something in her almost jump. Without thinking, her arm involuntarily reached out to touch the purple hair. Kureno slapped her hand, as she hastily snatched it back to herself. She looked at the rest of the woman. What a contrast. The rest of the woman was very plain and at the same time delicate. It would seem that if you tilted this woman the wrong way she would shatter into pieces like a frail piece of glass. “This is the girl I was speaking to you about earlier” spoke Kureno slowly with precision.

“Yes…I suppose…” the purple lady trailed off. Kureno nodded and walked away. The words burst out without knowledge of its owner, “Wait I thought you were going to be with me? I thought”

“You were misinformed. I will be checking up on you periodically.” He spoke short and rapidly. He nodded again and left. Although she felt no feelings of attachment toward this man he was the first thing she saw and remembered. She felt as though she must have him with her. She had nothing else to base her thoughts on.

The moment Kureno changed she felt a change in the violet lady. Immediately the lady seemed to become more sharp and angular. The air around her immediately became colder. “You are the one causing so much mischief.” Looking at her intensely. She felt an immediate reaction and acted upon it without thought, “I'm very sorry” bowing her head at the same time. The action surprised herself. Why was she bowing to this lady who was obviously unpleasant to her?

“Let's have a look at you” and the violet lady took her unpleasant fingers and forced her to look up.

“Who's that mother?” spoke a voice from inside the house.

“Just a plain motherless thing” the violet lady said with no emotion.

“Oh it's just her” said the voice from inside.

She felt an irresistible urge to apologize and look down. But logically why should she? She had never done anything to them. They had automatically been quite disagreeable to her. Actually they were horrid. The word horrid rang in her memory. She didn't like that word somehow. Instead she tried to look into space as if she wasn't there. This way she wouldn't be looking at anything, therefore not thinking about anything either.

“I will be Meroko-san to you. You will treat me with the utmost respect. I am the owner of this home. I am giving you mercy by allowing you to stay here. You will cook and clean and do whatever the family wishes. Understand?” She spoke nonsensically.

Confused with the statement, she asked, “You are you, but then what am I?”

The violet lady was immediately confused and said again impatiently, “I own this house. You are a god forsaken maid. Are you unintelligent too? As well as your plainness?”

No the violet lady did not understand. “You are Meroko-san. What am I? What is the word upon to call myself?”

“Oh…” the purple lady understood immediately. For a moment her eyes flashed blue from their normal violet color.

“You are to be… Michi. You will be a pathway upon which other people will gain.” she prophesized. A sarcastic thought immediately crossed her mind, great.

The young girl sounding voice from inside stepped out. She was stunned. This girl about the age of fourteen or fifteen was absolutely beautiful. She has a perfectly oval face with exquisite features. And to top it off she had a luxurious mane of lavender hair that seemed to only enhance her loveliness. She twitched at the lavender hair. Somehow it made her feel remorseful. The lavender hair of course.

“I'm Yukiko. You are Michi?” She said the question as a statement. She tilted her beautiful head and looked at her through her charming lilac eyes. Her gorgeousness almost hurt to look upon. Yukiko wore no makeup and wore modest clothing, she did nothing to add to her beauty yet still that in itself made her more beautiful. Yukiko, what a curious name.