This is a fan-based fiction, based on Fruits Basket (c) Natsuki Takaya.
The characters in this fan-fiction are owned by Natsuki Takaya.
This fan-fiction is a romance/comedy of Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma based in present time.
The rating is T, suitable for teens over 13 years old.
We all remember how the last chapter ended, but what will the future hold for Tohru Honda & Kyo Sohma?
Will they tie the knot?
Will they part ways?
Or will there be another addition to the Sohma house-hold?
The sun shone brightly through a hole in the curtains, where they had not been completely drawn. A young ginger haired man stirred in his sleep, pulling the warm bedsheets over his tightly shut eyes, shielding them from the bright light. Beside him slept a brunette woman, she was breathing slowly, resembling an angel. Kyo opened his eyes quickly examining her all over, unable to identity anything out of the ordinary. He sighed feeling at peace with his worrying mind. The ginger smiled pulling the girl into his open arms, clutching her tightly, before drifting back off to sleep.
A loud buzzing filled the air, disturbing the cat’s slumber. He growled, throwing punches at the oak unit, missing the alarm clock everytime.
‘Damnit clock, shut up! Can’t you see Tohru and I are trying to sleep?’ he yelled obnixously as he finally hit the snooze button, knocking the clock to the floor.
The brunette stirred in her sleep, Kyo winced hoping he didn’t interupt her sleep. The ginger squealed on the inside, hoping she’d fall back asleep. Tohru’s tree-tunk eyes flashed open, sparkling in the sunlight as she yawned.
‘Was that alarm going off again?’ she asked, half asleep.
Kyo scratched the back of his head, ‘Yeah. Why do we even have an alarm clock?’ he asked picking it off the floor, ‘And why is it going off at 6am!’ he yelled.
Tohru smiled nervously, ‘I set it for that time.’ then she remembered her plan, ‘Ohh Kyo-kun I wanted to make you a special breakfast before you go off training.’ she sighed, crying inside.
Kyo waved his arms about nervously as he noticed tears welling up in her eyes, ‘Hey. Don’t be silly,’ he smiled, throwing his muscular arms round her slender waist, ‘Why don’t we cook together.
The brunette woman smiled, ‘Really? You don’t think I am a terrible girlfriend then?’ her mind panicked.
‘Never.’ he reassured her, ‘Besides what sort of boyfriend would I be if you always waited on me, hand and foot?’
‘I don’t want you to be a sloth.’ she moaned, ‘I wouldn’t know what to do with you!’ she joked.
‘Oh thanks,’ Kyo grinned, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. The couple chuckled like they always did, constantly teasing eachother with little things.
‘How about you go get everything ready whilst I take a quick shower?’ he suggested, ‘If that’s okay with you.’
‘Sure!’ Tohru exclaimed, ‘I’ll check the mail too.’ she stood up off the bed, smiling at her lover.
The brunette started to skip out the room when she remembered her day plans, ‘If you have any dark-coloured washing, chuck it inside the laundry bin.’ she smiled, her boyfriend nodded pulling off his black shirt. Kyo jumped off the bed wearing just his navy boxers, he stretched out his torso, noticing Tohru was still standing at the doorway.
‘Still amazed at my body after all this time?’ he asked cheekily.
The woman was lost in a gaze, nodding like a fool before sliding out the door. She ran down the hallway and into the kitchen. Tohru pondered on what to cook her gorgeous boyfriend for breakfast. She checked the fridge, she was surprised seeing it so empty. She came across five duck eggs, half a pint of milk, a couple of bacon rashers and half a dozen plum tomatoes.
‘Looks like food shopping is on today’s schedule!’ she groaned, checking the wooden cupboards that housed; a small pot of sugar, a couple of teabags and half a tin of beans. Tohru pulled all the ingredients out, ‘I suppose I will have to make him an english breakfast and I’ll just have a little scrambled egg with tea.’ she sighed, money wasn’t easy to come by for them with Tohru being a housewife and Kyo earning very little with his fighting classes.