Writing My Fan-Fic

[Guest Anna-chan]

This is my Fruits Basket story. I hope you all like it. It is also posted on [URL=http://www.fanfiction.net]Fanfiction.net[/URL]. I am known as Soul_less1 there and so far I only have one story going. Read if you like. Thanks! (If you've never seen Fruits Basket, don't bother reading this, lots inside jokes)
p.s I love feedback...good feedback more than bad, but I take both!



[B]DISCLAIMER[/B]: I do not own "Fruits Basket" in anyway. If I did...I would not be forced to write a Fanfic such as this. I would have my staff of slave animators make it into the real thing for me! *evil laugh* and so...I beg you! No lawsuits! I am a penniless writer and cannot afford one! ^_^; *bows profusely*

Kyou: HEY! Get on with the story already! I'm getting tired sitting on my ass!

Yuki: Baka Neko *grumbles* get off your butt then.

Tohru: Anou...Kyou-kun, Souma-kun, please, no fighting. It is my birthday after all.

Yuki: Gomen na sai, Honda-san. *smiles*

Kyou: *grumbles*

Anna P. : ...*ahem* May I begin now?

*everyone nods*


[B]Summary[/B]: It's Tohru's Bday and the Souma boys, led by Yuki, have been planning a little surprise party for her. Turns out Kyou has a little something extra planned aswell. *grins*

Kyou: *sits up* Nani? I do?

Yuki: You do? *twitch*

Tohru: You do!! *hugs* *a loud pfomf is heard in the backround* ...whoops...*sweat drop* Gomen Kyou-kun!

neko Kyou: *bangs his head against the wall* S'alright Tohru.

*__*No Ordinary Day*__*

_**_Chapter 1_**_

The sun began to make it's way above the horizon, just like any other day. Tohru Honda sat up in her bed, pink sheets askew and stretched out her stiff muscles. After working out all the kinks in her body she realizes that today is no ordinary day. She smiles.

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Yuki looked out his window and groaned. He had been up all night planning and making up strategies to pull off the big night. Yuki hadn't realized what time it was until the sun started rising. 'Kami-sama! I'm not quite done yet!' he thought to himself as he scribbled down a few more notes. Yuki looked at his bed. Thank goodness today was a Sunday. Pushing himself away from his desk he dragged his feet across the floor and collapsed unto his bed.

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Tohru got out of bed and put her slippers on. As she fixed her bed sheets, she couldn't help but notice the wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. Someone was actually up before her. Puzzled she left her bed the way it was and plodded down the hallway. Yuki was in bed, Tohru could hear his soft snores just beyond his door. She passed Shigure's room and heard him mumble something about Mit-chan in his sleep. Yet, no noises were coming form Kyou's room. Excited she walked faster down toward the kitchen.

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Kyou had been up before the sun. Around three o'clock in the morning he made his way down to the kitchen. He didn't even bother to shower, just rose from bed, still wearing only his pajama pants. As he past Yuki's room he could see that damned nezumi's silhouette working on the big night tonight. Yet, as smart as the rat was Yuki didn't bother thinking about the big morning, when Tohru would wake up. Kyou planned to do something for her this day, without any of the others, especially Yuki, knowing about it. This would be his present for Tohru.

But the breakfast was only the first half. When he got to the kitchen, he immediately went and picked out all the supplies he would need for making breakfast. Everything Tohru liked. But, Kyou stopped and scratched his head. He didn't know what Tohru liked, which only made him angry. But then, she does like everything. Studying the cookbook he had found in the school library, he promptly began stirring, chopping, and boiling.
Kyou hoped his concoctions would not make anyone vomit. Well, he could think of one person he wound't mind making throw up.

He had never cooked a large meal for anyone before. Kyou thought to himself 'How many servings should I make? Well, there's going to be me, Tohru, Kisa, Shigure, that damned Nezumi, the rabbit, Hatori, and Haru,and I'm not even sure if Ayame is going to show up. Oiy!' he groanded in exasperation. 'I'm going to be here forever!'
None the less, Kyou worked on. He didn't even notice, in his fever, that the sun had risen by the time he had finished.

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When Tohru made it to the dining room, she stopped, dead in her tracks, and put a hand to her mouth. There before her was a feast, all her favorite things for breakfast. It smelled so good, her mouth started watering. Hunched over the table, was Kyou still in his 'jamas, putting the rest of the place settings down. He didn't even notice her walk into the room.

"Kyou-kun?"

The sound of his name coming from her mouth surprised him and sent a shiver down his spine. Startled he turned around and stood up to looking into her surprised face.

"Kyou! Y-You did...all this?" she asked, her hand still at her mouth, "You didn't have to..I could have-"

Tohru stopped talking when she saw the look he was giving her. Kyou had one of his rare smiles on. One just for her. Walking up to Tohru he reached out and moved her hand from her mouth. She looked up at him still in shock, feeling the warmth of his body. She smelled so good, his mouth started watering.

"You're not lifting a finger today." he said softly.

"B-But..."

He bent down, his fire orange hair pushed back against her brown as he placed a feather light kiss on her forehead.

"Happy Birthday Tohru."

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A/N: Well? Whaddya think? I've already got Chapter Two written but depending on how well and how many reviews I get, I'll wait before I put it up. ;^_^*

[Guest Anna-chan]

Oh, here's another story, that has no connection to anime what so ever. But if you like vampires and things of that nature, this is the one for you!

Please, this story is copywrited, so don't even think about taking it. ::unleashes her asian fury::


Vampiric Melodies
By: A.V.P

Prologue

I arose with the dawn to start off the day, as I usually do, with chores and what not. I hate menial labor! Damn it to all hell! Well, that's just my opinion at four in the bloody morning. I quickly braided my long black hair and put on my daily working clothes, coarse brown fabric, common among the commoners. Rubbing my sleepy eyes I looked at myself in the mirror. Two big brown eyes stared back at me, my long hair always in shambles no matter how tight I braid it.
My mother was already awake. I could hear her rummaging around in the kitchen. Finally I finished dressing myself and ran down our rickety old stairs, into the old, musty kitchen. So many chores to do, but that can all wait. I sit down to a warm bowl of slop made up of last night's dinner. Sometimes I wonder why I was born a farmer's daughter. My old friend Silvia always said that I didn't deserve this life. That one day I would become wealthy and live a better life than the one my parents lead. All in all I know she is right. I'll leave this poor excuse for existence very soon.
Now, I do not resent my mother and father for the life I was brought into. But they are simple minded people. They need me to read and write for them. This is why Silvia said I didn't deserve this life. I was educated. I was brought up as a lady of stature, not like the ignorant, close-minded fools that live down in the village.
The way I came across my vast sea of knowledge was a strange and wonderful time of my life, indeed. It happened when I was young. I was stolen away from my drab life and put into a new exciting one. A creature of great power and immense beauty took me in as his own. I was transformed, inside and out. My mind and soul was filled with the most wonderful experiences. I saw things and learned things that I would never have learned, had I the misfortune of staying with my peasant parents. I was blissfully happy until the day I was abandoned, returned to the door steps of my blood family.
I write these things down now, just to keep time passing by, just to keep the memories alive in my mind, until the day I'm back with my friends and my love. This is my story. This is how I remember it.






Part One:
Sunrise never more

Chapter 1

When I was ten years old, I used to love playing in one of the various fields that surround our little farm. This little patch was my favorite, for my lovely wild flowers were there. Bright blues, golden yellows, and royal purples. All my favorite colors. I always believed that everything in that meadow was mine and mine alone. Everything from the fertile soil to the very top of the tallest tree.
I sat down in the dirt, making a garland of flowers for my hair. The colors were so lovely that I could sit there and stare at them all day without blinking. I was content in my childlike awareness of the world. Nothing existed outside of this meadow. Nothing was important to me but my flowers and my newly finished garland. The sun was setting in the distance and it would be dark soon. Mother would be very angry. I could picture her thin, red cheeks puffing out like a blowfish, screaming her head off. Mother was always asking me where I had been when she knows all too well where. But that didn't matter to me. I grew quite tired and laid back onto the soft grass. The sun was but a tiny ripple in the distance. I fell asleep to the sound of chirping birds and the smell of flowers, not noticing that I was being watched.

I didn't know how much time had past until I awoke, a few hours I suspected since the moon had already risen in the sky. I imagined my mother's screaming voice and the sound of my father's belt as it hit my backside. I didn't want it to become a reality.
I dashed to my feet and started running toward my house. As the wind picked up and swirled around me, my garland blew off the top of my head. I wanted to stop and get it but I kept going. I could always make another. I could barely see the dim house on the horizon. I was still quite a ways away. I slowed down to a walk becoming very winded and listened to my footsteps as they trampled down the grass. I listened to the steady rhythm I created with my feet, but after a while the rhythm grew irregular, like I had four feet instead of two.
Then I realized there was another set of feet following me. As my pace quickened so did my heart. My house seemed further away than it was before. From behind, the footsteps grew faster as well. I became frightened as children often do and I ran like hell. But being a child, I had a child's coordination and not to soon after I broke out into a frightened run, I tripped over my own feet. My face and the earth met each other with such a force that I was almost knocked senseless.
I quickly tried to will myself to my feet but it was too late. My shadow demon caught up with me. It was looming over me like a giant oak tree. I stared up at the tall being, my eyes watering. I started crying, not because I was terrified ,no, I would not give it that pleasure, but because I had skinned my knees and they started to burn. I looked up at the shadow with a vengeful glare.
Then, the thing spoke.

[DragonofDestiny]

FURUBAAAAA!! Wow, that was a very charming story! You should be proud, I like it a lot. Are you going to add more to it, because that would be really cool! I like the style, and the different points of view. Very well done!