Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Sohmas' Visitor ❯ Trespassing? ( Chapter 1 )

How did I get so far away from Tsumetora Middle? It was the springtime in Japan, and I was so happy. My school was great, but damn, it was hard to get back to my neighborhood from there. I guess I'm still getting used to my new atmosphere. After wandering around a bit, I come to what I though was my school. But I wasn't even close. It was Kaibara High School. I've never seen it before when I walked to school, so I knew I was lost. There weren't very many students there it seemed, so I wasn't gonna look for someone to give me directions. I stayed close to the building in case someone was going to ask me if I needed any help. It turns out that was a very bad idea.

High school girls stood in an alley next to the school. They didn't look like they went to school, though. They actually looked like they just got out of prison. They wore long, black skirts and wristbands—they looked totally badass. I wasn't even thinking about getting involved with them, so I put my head up in the air and looked forward, still walking calmly. After all, I assume they wouldn't have any fun torturing someone that didn't have anything to do with them. But I guess I was wrong, because apparently they were just waiting for someone like me, young and vulnerable to come along.

“Hey, you!” A girl with long, brown hair and blondish highlights yelled at me. I stopped in my tracks, not looking anywhere but straight ahead. I gulped, and tried not to show any fear or heavy breathing, even though my heart skipped a beat. It's not like I was about to cry, I was actually anxious about how they were going to approach, whether it was pushing me to the ground and yanking my hair like a third grader would do, or inviting me to get high on drugs and turn me in to the police, which, in my opinion, was more immature than third grade violence, and almost found myself laughing at the thought of stupid sixteen-year-old girls smoking pot in a dark alley, while I walk away with my dignity, which had happened to me before many times. It's almost ceasing to amuse me, since I've had to go through it so many times.
“Look at her,” one girl said to another.
“She has such shiny hair—she looks so pampered.” Another girl said.
“Not spoiled, though. Looks like a major tomboy.”

I turned to them and stuck my nose a little bit higher in the air. Hopefully they might get the idea that they wouldn't want to mess with me, but I got cocky, as always. They glared at me, as if they were telepathically communicating with me to walk over to them. I stood, about to keep on moving forward, when all the sudden, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. The hand was small but firmly grasping my upper arm. It startled me, and I didn't have enough time to recover and run away at the same time before the girl said, “The little kitten has lost her way, girls. Let's help her.”

“Hmph,” I said, though I didn't do anything but turn my head to the other girls remaining in the alley. The girl with the blond highlights wasn't in the group, so she must've been the one grasping my shoulder.

One girl shouted out, almost sarcastically, “She looks more like a crouching tigress to me, Leiko. Let her go.”
“Hell no,” the girl behind me said, digging her fingernails into my shoulder, “not until she learns not to trespass on our Kaibara High territory!”

I was seriously not in the mood for this. I was lost, I had no clue what the heck I was doing, and who these girls were. I knew I was in deep trouble. I was so scared, all I could do was defend myself. I turned around and kicked the girl without warning. Apparently she didn't see it coming, because I was fast enough to escape her claw-like nails cutting into my skin. Like I said, I was pretty scared, and I got cocky. My kick was totally useless. I stood there, eyes closed with fear, as my leg was stiff against the girl's right shoulder. I opened my eyes to find the girls was still standing there, arms by her side, acting like nothing hit her at all. She looked me in the eye. I was in deep shit. I ran for my life down the street. I may not be tough against these girls, I thought, but I can outrun `em for sure! And again, I was overconfident. I guess I underestimated these high school Yankees, because the next thing I knew, I woke up near a large building, probably owned by rich people. The nameplate read “Sohma.” I was in a lot of pain, my knees felt bruised, my arms were scratched up, probably from their long nails, and I was unsteady all over. I tried to stand, but I was too weak. All I could do was look up and pray to God that I was gonna live. I didn't see God, however. I saw a tall, handsome man, probably in his late twenties or thirties, with shiny black hair and a confused face. He had had thick hair covering his left eye. But his other eye seemed to have a worried shine in it as we made eye contact.

 

My voice was weak, and I feel like the wind was knocked out of me. “Are y-you a S-Sohma? Do you live here?”

 

“Yes, he said, with a calm voice, though he seemed like he wanted a a response from his question immediately: “Who are you?”

Even though I was aware of conflict now more than ever, I had no choice but to answer him. I've had enough trouble for today. “I'm Erika, and I need a doctor.”