Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And As She Grows ❯ Year Seventeen ( Chapter 11 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Kyoko's suspended from school...for fighting!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.28.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 410 | Visits: 382 | Status: Completed
Kyoko's suspended from school...for fighting!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.28.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 410 | Visits: 382 | 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 SEVENTEEN
"Suspended!"
"Kyo, please...."
"I taught her better than that!"
"It was just a little skirmish."
"Little? Tohru, have you looked at the girl?!"
A huff. "My opponent looks worse."
"That's not the point, Kyoko!"
It's my wife's hand on my arm that keeps me from approaching my daughter. Sitting at the dining table, she's covered in scratches and band-aids. I'm angry. No, I'm pissed. She knows better than to get into a fight. I didn't teach her martial arts to beat the crap out of people. That's not what it's all about!
"Kaoru started it."
"I don't care who started it, Kyoko."
"He deserved that punch, dad. He did!"
With a sigh, I shake my head, sitting at the table across from Kyoko. Maybe Kaoru DID deserve the hit. He is Yuki's son after all. I suppose it was just a matter of time before their childhood teasing turned into teenage brawls.
Ours did.
And we fought much more often.
It was not the proudest moment of my life, seeing my little girl so battered and bruised. But there's a small part of me that's smiling.
"Kaoru looks worse?"
Kyoko nods.
"Kyo!"
I'm sorry, honey, but I have to laugh.
--
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 SEVENTEEN
"Suspended!"
"Kyo, please...."
"I taught her better than that!"
"It was just a little skirmish."
"Little? Tohru, have you looked at the girl?!"
A huff. "My opponent looks worse."
"That's not the point, Kyoko!"
It's my wife's hand on my arm that keeps me from approaching my daughter. Sitting at the dining table, she's covered in scratches and band-aids. I'm angry. No, I'm pissed. She knows better than to get into a fight. I didn't teach her martial arts to beat the crap out of people. That's not what it's all about!
"Kaoru started it."
"I don't care who started it, Kyoko."
"He deserved that punch, dad. He did!"
With a sigh, I shake my head, sitting at the table across from Kyoko. Maybe Kaoru DID deserve the hit. He is Yuki's son after all. I suppose it was just a matter of time before their childhood teasing turned into teenage brawls.
Ours did.
And we fought much more often.
It was not the proudest moment of my life, seeing my little girl so battered and bruised. But there's a small part of me that's smiling.
"Kaoru looks worse?"
Kyoko nods.
"Kyo!"
I'm sorry, honey, but I have to laugh.
--
Continued...