Fruitbasketoc Stories

The first time Renka Sohma stepped through the sliding doors of Shigure's house, she was only six years old-and already painfully aware of how different she was. She clutched a small bag, the straps frayed from being held too tightly, and stared wide-eyed at the oddly charming, if slightly run-down, home tucked in the quieter corners of the Sohma estate. The scent of tatami mats and old paper welcomed her like a forgotten lullaby. For the first time in years, no one called her a monster. No one whispered about her being the other cat.