Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And As She Grows ❯ Year Sixteen ( Chapter 10 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
Kyoko's first boyfriend. Will Kyo keep his cool?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.25.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 401 | Visits: 372 | Status: Completed
Kyoko's first boyfriend. Will Kyo keep his cool?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.25.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 401 | Visits: 372 | Status: Completed
AND AS SHE GROWS
A Fruits Basket Series of Drabbles
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series follows my story, "Her Tears." You don't need to read it to understand this, but I strongly encourage it. =o) Each chapter is a 200 word drabble dedicated to the life of Kyo's daughter as she grows up. Kyo/Tohru centric. Told from Kyo's point of view. Possible SPOILERS for those not familiar with the end of the manga.
DISCLAIMER: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions (anime) and Tokyopop (manga) for distribution in the US and Canada. Characters are used here without permission. No money is being made from this story, so please do not sue.
YEAR SIXTEEN
I'm not sure if I'm enjoying the awkwardness in the room right now. Relaxed in an oversized chair, I stare across a coffee table at a young man and young woman sitting on the love seat there. The young woman, my daughter, seems very self-conscious. Her speech is rushed, and her comments are random. The young man sitting next to her -- I think his name is Seki -- simply nods to everything she says. Smart boy, agreeing with my daughter.
"Do you have plans for tonight," my wife asks, pouring tea for everyone.
"We're meeting some friends to see a movie," Kyoko replies.
"Which movie," I ask.
"It's...uh...the newest "Saw" film," Seki practically stutters.
Because I'm not big on their relationship.
"A horror film." I purposefully sound skeptical.
"Dad.... We'll be with friends."
"Y-yes, sir. That's right."
He's eighteen. She just turned sixteen.
He drives a motorcycle. She doesn't have her license.
He'll be starting a full-time job in the spring. She'll be starting her last year of high school in the spring.
He has no martial arts training. She can kick his ass.
“Be home by eleven.”
“Dad...?”
And if she doesn’t, I will.
“Eleven.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
--
Continued...
A Fruits Basket Series of Drabbles
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series follows my story, "Her Tears." You don't need to read it to understand this, but I strongly encourage it. =o) Each chapter is a 200 word drabble dedicated to the life of Kyo's daughter as she grows up. Kyo/Tohru centric. Told from Kyo's point of view. Possible SPOILERS for those not familiar with the end of the manga.
DISCLAIMER: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions (anime) and Tokyopop (manga) for distribution in the US and Canada. Characters are used here without permission. No money is being made from this story, so please do not sue.
YEAR SIXTEEN
I'm not sure if I'm enjoying the awkwardness in the room right now. Relaxed in an oversized chair, I stare across a coffee table at a young man and young woman sitting on the love seat there. The young woman, my daughter, seems very self-conscious. Her speech is rushed, and her comments are random. The young man sitting next to her -- I think his name is Seki -- simply nods to everything she says. Smart boy, agreeing with my daughter.
"Do you have plans for tonight," my wife asks, pouring tea for everyone.
"We're meeting some friends to see a movie," Kyoko replies.
"Which movie," I ask.
"It's...uh...the newest "Saw" film," Seki practically stutters.
Because I'm not big on their relationship.
"A horror film." I purposefully sound skeptical.
"Dad.... We'll be with friends."
"Y-yes, sir. That's right."
He's eighteen. She just turned sixteen.
He drives a motorcycle. She doesn't have her license.
He'll be starting a full-time job in the spring. She'll be starting her last year of high school in the spring.
He has no martial arts training. She can kick his ass.
“Be home by eleven.”
“Dad...?”
And if she doesn’t, I will.
“Eleven.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
--
Continued...