Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side of Fruits Basket ❯ The Family Reunion ( Chapter 2 )

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Author’s Note: Chapter 2. I’d like to say thank you to those who viewed the first chapter. Don’t be afraid to give me feedback, whether it be good or bad. Feedback builds up an author’s self-esteem. Thank you and enjoy!


The signs in the airport had so many names written on them, but a lean, tall woman wasn’t looking for any of those silly names. She flipped her long, blonde hair as her blue eyes scanned the area. Finally she saw a sign that read: “Baka Onee-sama. Ms. Fashion Designer.” The sign was rather old and the edges were all torn, but it was a sign that held a lot of importance. She walked up towards a tall, six-foot woman. Her short black hair looked almost like a boy’s and her blue eyes looked down at her. The blonde woman smiled and adjusted the feel of her purse and relaxed the grip she had on her suitcases. “I’m home, Imoto.”
_________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ “Wow!” I exclaimed aloud as I saw the house Auntie Michiru lived in. It was a very grand house and the ground was so big. The gates were opened to greet us to a shrine and five vehicles. A black van, a red car and three motorcycles. The garden surrounding the house was very beautiful.

It is Saturday today and Shigure-kun and the others agreed that they will come with me to see my relatives from my father’s side. I am very excited to meet them because it has been such a long time since I’ve seen them. Ayame, Momiji and Haru-kun said that they’ll be happy to come with us. Kisa and Hiro agreed to come as well. It made me somewhat sad how Hatori-kun said that he couldn’t come because Akito-san had a serious fever. Yet, I’m glad that the rest made it.

“Tohru-chan, Tohru-chan!” I heard Momiji’s voice as he ran up towards the house. I was feeling nervous as I took a step toward the house.

“Ah, to think that this is Michiru-san’s house! How beautiful!” Shigure-kun exclaimed loudly. Yuki and Kyo took a look around the house.

“No one seems home,” Kyo mumbled as he and Yuki returned from their trip.

“And who exactly are you?” came a husky, yet feminine voice. All heads turned around to see the voice’s owner. It was a girl. She seemed to look like the same age as me. Her arms were crossed and she was wearing a martial arts uniform. Her hair was tied up into a neat ponytail that reached the tip of her waist. Her brown eyes angrily looked at us. In a way, I was very much frightened.

“We’re here because we were invited by Michiru-san,” Yuki explained.

I could feel myself being pushed in front of the amazingly big group. “Ah, we were sent here by the wonderful Michiru-san because she wanted her adorable niece to see her wonderful spring home!” exclaimed Ayame-san. Before he could get carried away, Shigure covered Ayame’s mouth.

The girl gave us all a look as if we were all crazy. Then her face’s expression suddenly changed. “Eh? You mean… Tohru?” she asked walking towards me.

I nodded my head slowly, trying to recall from my past memories and see who this person was. Seeming to notice that I didn’t remember, the girl smiled and hugged me very tightly. I could feel the pressure of her chest against mine. It made me blush and it was also very awkward. “Uwaaaa, it’s me silly!” she said. Letting me go, she pointed her index finger towards herself and a huge grin was now on her face. “I am Honda Ryoko.”
_________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ “R…Ry…RYOKO-CHAN?!” Tohru exclaimed as she couldn’t believed her eyes. The Ryoko in her childhood memories was very small and she had very short hair. To think that Ryoko grew up into a pretty looking girl, it blew Tohru’s mind.

Noticing the feeling of awkwardness, Ryoko pointed towards the house and urged everyone to come inside. “C’mon. Let’s all introduce ourselves inside and have a cup of tea,” she instructed .

The house inside was as stunning as it was outside. It was neatly kept and there were cute slippers lined up against the wall. There was both a dining room and living room and an upstairs. The group sat down in the living room area. The couches were very comfortable and Tohru noticed things that she never saw in Japan.

“Um, Ryoko…is it?” asked Haru as he looked around the living room.

“Hm? What is it?”

“These figurines, they don’t look like they came from Japan,” he pointed out.

Ryoko smiled as she gave each guest a cup of tea. “They’re from America and Paris. My aunt lives in America and she’s a world renowned fashion designer. Every fashion model in the world would always go to my aunt as soon as she, or he, hits professional.”

“Fashion designer?” Ayame asked, a bit excited, “To think that your aunt participates in the belief of MAN’S ROMANCE! I would never have thought I would see another patronage to MAN’S ROMANCE! I am very much glad I came to this trip.”

“And none of us aren’t,” was what race through everyone’s minds, except for Kisa, Tohru, Shigure and Momiji.
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 220;I’m home, Ryoko-chan!” Michiru announced as she opened the door for her daughters to enter. Shouts like “Yay! We’re home!” and “We get to see Kisa-chan again!” were being said as they took their shoes off. The sound of running feet hurried towards the front door. Michiru was greeted by a quick grasp of her hands by Shigure, beside him was a man - taller than he- with long, silver hair. He wore a Chinese style kimono and white pants underneath. Behind them were two people Michiru had never met before. One was a tall boy whose hair was black and white. Piercings hung on his ears and he had a ‘punk’ attire. Next to him was a younger looking boy who stood at the same height as the other boy’s mid-arms. His hair was a beautiful blonde and his eyes were a bright yellow, almost like a cat’s. He dress in a very ‘cutesy’ outfit that made him look somewhat like a girl. Michiru smiled softly and greeted Shigure with a hello. “Who are our other guests?” she asked as they made their way to the living room.

Shigure gallantly threw out his hand. “Let me introduce these people, Michiru-san,” he began, “This here is Ayame. That there is Hastuharu and the one over there is Momiji.”

Michiru smiled to the new guests and greeted them warmly to her home. “Have you all met Ryoko-chan?” she asked as her niece set a tray of table with Tohru not too far behind.

“Y’know Tohru, you don’t have to do anything,” Ryoko said as she pointed to the concern looks Yuki and Kyo were having.

Tohru smiled to herself. “Ah yes, but you were carrying so much tea that I felt like helping you. I’ll sit back down, now!” With that, she squeezed herself tightly between Kyo and Yuki, causing the both of them to blush.

“I’m sorry, but the rest of the family here is still absent,” Ryoko pointed out as she glanced over at the welcome mat that held the shoes.

“Why is that?” Haru asked as he helped himself to a cup of tea.

“My nephew and sister are picking up my oldest sister on the airport,” she replied, standing up.

“Where are you going, Michiru-san?” Shigure asked, ready to stand up too.

Michiru smiled and looked at Ryoko, who eventually nodded her head. Michiru nodded and rolled up her sleeves. She gave an apologetic look at Shigure. “I’m sorry, Shigure-san, but I must go to the kitchen alone,” she said.

The dog could feel himself sinking onto the ground. He felt a small tug on his kimono sleeve, causing him to look who it was. It was a girl with rosy cheeks. Her eyes were a light blue and her hair was tied up into two ponytails. She had a very gentle face. “Um… please don’t take it too seriously, Ojisan. Mama gets distracted when she cooks,” she said.

Momiji couldn’t hold back a squeal. “So cute! Mini-Michiru-san’s!”

Ryoko smirked and clapped her hands. With the motion, the three girls lined up in a line. The tallest of the girls held her hand up. She had a pale face, unlike her sisters, and her hair was blonde. Her eyes were black and her hair flowed over her shoulders. “My name is Sekiyama Ai! Eldest daughter of Sekiyama Michiru-mama! Age 10 and I am in the fourth grade!” she exclaimed, happily introducing herself. Then a girl with rosy cheeks and short hair stepped out. Her hair was black and her eyes had a light blue color. She had very tomboyish clothes on and a bandage was on her nose. “I am Sekiyama Hikari. Eldest twin. Age 5 and in kindergarten,” she said in a rather dull tone. Then stepped out a girl who looked exactly the same; however, her hair was tied up into a set of ponytails and her attire was that of an innocent girl. “My name is Sekiyama Mitsuki. Youngest twin,” she said rather shyly. She held onto Hikari’s hand, afraid that the older boys would do something. Ai strolled the stroller towards the group. She pointed to the baby inside. She had black eyes as well and she was playing with a plush bunny. “This is Usagi! Youngest sister and she likes rabbits!” Ai introduced.

Compliments such as “Kawaii” or “Oh my goodness, little Michiru’s” or “Such adorable children because of MAN’S ROMANCE!” were being made. Tohru glanced down at the shy Mitsuki who was hiding behind Kisa. She seemed to have been very afraid of Kyo and Hatsuharu ever since she met them. “Mitsuki-chan?” Tohru whispered ever so gently so that she didn’t scare the already frightened girl. Mitsuki’s big, blue eyes looked up at Tohru and the older girl couldn’t help but squeal. Such a squeal caused all heads to turn towards her. “Ah… please do not pay such close attention to me. I just thought that Mitsuki-chan was very cute at the moment,” Tohru mumbled.

“What do you want, Onee-chan?” asked Mitsuki, but not in a rude way.

“Um… I was just wondering what you said about Michiru-san, about being ‘distracted when she cooks,’” Tohru said.

A long sigh passed through Hikari’s lips. The voice which sounded like Mitsuki did not fit her at all. “It’s just as we said. Okaa-san gets distracted by many things when she cooks that she burns whatever she cooks,” she answered in a know-it-all tone.

“Distracted… how?” asked Momiji as he began playing with the bunny Usagi was desperately trying to get
back.

“You see, Michiru has a very short attention span with things she thinks aren’t important. Cooking is one of them. If she sees an automatic egg beater while cooking yakisoba, she will start playing with the eggbeater instead of paying attention to the yakisoba. If she finds pumping the soap out very fascinating, she will ignore the curry she began making,” Ryoko replied, tearfully, “To tell you the truth, today will be the first time in 10 years we get to eat Michiru’s cooking.”

Shigure couldn’t help but smile. He would be able to taste the scrumptious taste on his tongue that was handled with the porcelain hands of Michiru. The dog couldn’t help but fantasize about Michiru’s homemade cooking. “It’s like husband and wife,” he sighed. Of course, his precious bubble broke when the sound of a door sliding opening was heard in the living room.

“Who could that be?” asked Ayame, already acting like this was his house.

“Yay! Haruka and Falcon-nii is back!” cried Mitsuki and Hikari in synced as they ran towards the front door. The group could hear footsteps coming into the living room, while one footstep strayed towards the stairs. All heads turned towards the entrance only to see two amazingly gorgeous people stand in the doorway. On the right stood a tall woman. Her hair was cut just like a boy’s and it was black and wavy. Her body was built like a man and if it weren’t for the tight shirt she were wearing, she would have been mistaken by a boy by all those who didn’t know her. The most striking features on her body were her piercing blue eyes that seemed to say ‘I’ll kill you.’ The second woman on the left was a shorter girl, but a few inches taller than Michiru. Her hair was blonde, long and wavy. It was all tied together with a blue ribbon that matched a blue sundress she wore. Her blue eyes made her look like a total American and she was very pale. The only color on her were the red that was shining on her cheeks. “Are these our guests?” came a husky, almost murderous voice coming from the taller woman.

Ryoko stood up, perfectly calm at the situation. Tohru thought it be a bit scary but looking closely at the tall woman, she couldn’t help to think that she met her somewhere. “Tohru, please meet our aunts. Chiharu Johnson of the Red Cross of America and Kaiser Permanente and of the Blue Cross. Also, world-renown fashion designer that has created the Bonjour! line and the Angel Paradise collection,” she introduced pointing towards the shorter of the two woman and she then pointed to the other one, “And Haruka Johnson who won 10 Suzuka Endurance runs and five championship circuits. Also owns, all of the eastern schools in Japan. Your aunts, Honda Tohru.”
_________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ I couldn’t believe my ears. All of the major companies that I have ever known and all of the greatest money making events that I have ever known were in relation to the two woman before me and they were my aunts! My mouth was a bit agape as I couldn’t believe my ears and eyes. As I took a closer look at Haruka I noticed it was the same Haruka I was able to spend time with when I used to spend time with the people in this house. “H…Haruka-san?!” I yelled aloud. The black hair woman gave me a smirk and nodded her head.

Hastuharu and Momiji began circling around the two females. They began introducing themselves, touching their hands with giddy faces. Haru-kun was saying that he had been such a huge fan of Haruka ever since he saw her racing and Momiji said that Chiharu’s clothes were the greatest he’s ever laid eyes on.

Chiharu nodded her head, smiling and when she finally laid her eyes on me, she gently pushed the two boys aside. The beautiful blonde woman who looked like a complete foreigner looked down at me. She caressed my cheek and smiled. All of a sudden, Chiharu-san quickly placed her hands over my head and she pressed me against the bone barely above her chest. “KAWAII!” she squealed in an overzealous voice, “You are the most cutest little niece ever! Kya, you’ve grown up so much, Tohru-chan!”

I could feel my cheeks getting pink. Sure, a lot of people say that I’m cute almost every day, yet I was still completely flattered. I bowed gently. “A-arigatou goizamasu!” I thanked.
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Af ter a while, everyone was introduced. After seeing Ayame and Shigure-san, Chiharu had a very weird look on her face as if she was trying to remember something of the long past. Hiro set his cup of tea down and glanced over at Haruka and Chiharu, making sure he was counting correctly. He heard Kisa asked what was the matter. He glanced back at the two women. “Weren’t there three of you who entered this house?” he asked, referring towards the footsteps that strayed towards the stairs.

“You have a nice sense of hearing,” came a husky, almost seductive voice. In the door way was a boy who was probably at the same height as Kyo. His hair was bleached and spike neatly. He had soft brown eyes that seemed to have given a puppy dog vibe when you looked too closely into them. His body was very well toned and he had a nice tan complexion. He wore a tight black shirt that allowed everyone to see the form of his well toned body. His bottom attire was that of gangsters jeans that were being held by three belts.
“And who are you?” asked Kyo, already hating the guy.

A smirk rose on the newcomers face. He walked up towards Tohru and quickly brought her to her feet. He cupped her chin slowly and gave her a small peck on the cheek. He face back towards Yuki and Kyo, whose faces had “I hate this guy” and “How dare he” written all over their faces. “I am Takahashi Falcon. Tohru’s fiancé.”

The End of Chapter Two
The Other Side of Fruits Basket