Unspoken (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Hello! This is just a little idea I had. Ever since the reboot of Fruits Basket was announced, I've just been in the mood. Even re watched the anime and manga to get in the spirit. Let me know if you would like me to continue this story. Hope you enjoy. 

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Another hit, another strike. Yuki fell to the ground in a loud thud. Coughing out a splat of blood, he heard the taunting of his nightmares behind him. "Get up rat."

He remained unmoved and shortly felt a blazing pain in his side. Yuki pulled his head to the side and through the blurred lines he could see one thing clearly. He always saw one thing clearly, that never changed.

Looking back at him was the same cold dead eyes he always knew and the long white hair that dragged on the floor. He reached out to her in mercy. Yuki didn't care who answered but he needed someone to save him and that moment.

They locked eyes and he muttered out a number of broken words. "Please..help me."

The girl didn't react to his plies and remained the same as she always had been. Watching his pain. Sometimes he would see her open her mouth just slightly, but that girl never moved to stop Akito's blows, only watched.

She looked to be about the same age as him but even though they looked so similar, she never spoke a word, always letting him continue the pain.

Everyday after that would remain the same until he stopped calling out to her all together. Every time he looked into those eyes, a crashing rage set in him.

He hated those eyes. And he hated her.

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Tohrou approached the large Soma residence in apprehension. She held the small strip of paper with the address in her right hand as she placed her other in her pocket of her jacket.

She wasn't sure if she should be there or not seeing as Yuki and Kyo told her never to meet with the Soma doctor alone. She still wasn't sure why and maybe that's why she was here now.

She rounded the corner of the residence and found the address exactly how it was described on the paper but it seemed no one was home. Lightly tapping on the side of the door, she called out. "Hello? Hatori are you here? It's me, Tohru."

Not wanting to be rude, she gazed into one of the windows to find the room pitch dark. Maybe he forgot about their meeting.

Tohru stepped carefully into the space and looked around, expecting to see him round the corner any minute. She silently hoped Hatori wouldn't be mad at her for entering his home without permission.

She stopped when a dim light shone under one of the doorways, almost calling her to the spot. Complying, she moved closer.

Opening the small sliding door, Tohru found something she wasn't supposed to see, something secret. But of course, she had no idea at the time.

Laying on the floor, just a couple feet in front of her was a girl who appeared to be sleeping. She looked to be about Tohru's age except she displayed an unknown aura of royalty to her.

She was dressed in some kind of historical clothing, with a long purple and white kimono grazing her body and slowly sweeping across the floor. But that wasn't what Tohru noticed the most.

This girl somehow had extremely long white hair that pooled around her in a warm blanket. It looked like it was supposed to be up in some sort of fashion but it seemed small strands had broken away from their bonds, instead creating a messy effect. But of course that didn't lower the wonder in anyway, this woman was indeed beautiful. Almost like a porcelain doll.