Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And As She Grows ❯ Year Twenty-One ( Chapter 14 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
Kyoko brings home a fiance. Pray for him.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.31.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 423 | Visits: 385 | Status: Completed
Kyoko brings home a fiance. Pray for him.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 08.31.2008 | Updated On: 09.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 423 | Visits: 385 | 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.
You may also find likenesses to another character/series in this one. Not sure where the idea came from, though. It must be the water. Don't drink the water! *runs away*
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 TWENTY-ONE
"Mom, I have some great news! I'm engaged!"
It was a simple phone call. One Tohru usually expected. Kyoko called home once a week now that she was living on her own. They talked about her classes, activities, and life in general.
But this call made my wife scream louder than I'd ever heard. My students heard her all the way into the dojo.
It had been good news, though unexpected. She brought him home, introduced him. I didn't like him at first. He had to be hiding something behind those brand name clothes and cocky smile. But it was his handshake that sold me. Strong. Solid. Perhaps he wasn't the pretty boy I thought he'd be.
"So, Hikaru, what are you studying?"
"Fashion design."
"It's part of his family's business," Kyoko beamed.
Tohru smiled brightly. "Really?"
"Yes. My mother is a prominent fashion designer."
I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry. A fashion designer. But the more he explained, the slightly more impressed I became. He was a quick thinker with a plan. It was more than I could offer Tohru at that age.
"A toast then," I said, raising my wine glass. "To family."
"To family!"
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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.
You may also find likenesses to another character/series in this one. Not sure where the idea came from, though. It must be the water. Don't drink the water! *runs away*
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 TWENTY-ONE
"Mom, I have some great news! I'm engaged!"
It was a simple phone call. One Tohru usually expected. Kyoko called home once a week now that she was living on her own. They talked about her classes, activities, and life in general.
But this call made my wife scream louder than I'd ever heard. My students heard her all the way into the dojo.
It had been good news, though unexpected. She brought him home, introduced him. I didn't like him at first. He had to be hiding something behind those brand name clothes and cocky smile. But it was his handshake that sold me. Strong. Solid. Perhaps he wasn't the pretty boy I thought he'd be.
"So, Hikaru, what are you studying?"
"Fashion design."
"It's part of his family's business," Kyoko beamed.
Tohru smiled brightly. "Really?"
"Yes. My mother is a prominent fashion designer."
I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry. A fashion designer. But the more he explained, the slightly more impressed I became. He was a quick thinker with a plan. It was more than I could offer Tohru at that age.
"A toast then," I said, raising my wine glass. "To family."
"To family!"
--
continued....