So I feel like doing a diary of a furuba character. i hope people will enjoy this as much as I will enjoy it. Here's some Info on the character(s) and story behind Furuba (Fruits Basket).


Entry One

I would be lying if I said Ayame doesn't get on my nerves. He's just the type of person who other people can't help but wish to strap to a time bomb, and throw into the Grand Canyon. A rather extreme form of torture but one that explicitly the feelings I had this afternoon.

I was not in the best of moods. I woke up at the stroke of dawn because Akito had been complaining of yet another number of aches and pains. She was sick again, and she made it plain that it annoyed her. That, plus the lack of breakfast and proper sleep, had worn my patience so thin that I almost snapped at one of the ladies outside wen she started scolding me for'not taking proper care of the master.' She went away when I looked at her; I think she sensed that I was not in the mood to be bothered.

I barely noticed the other people crowding about in the hall. I don't even recall the ones who approached me, and asked what was happening. My mind focused on a single goal, and that was to get to my room, and spend the rest of the day on a bed.

The prospect of sleep did a great deal to impove my mood . But that brief moment of joy disappered as I entered, and saw a head of long hair, bending over the laptop on my desk.

What the heck is Ayame doing here?

As if hearing my thoughts, Ayame, hands poised ovr the keyboard, turned and gave me a wide, cheerful grin. "Ah! Ha'ri~! Welcome home!"

Then he launched of into a long string of sentences which I could barely catch. At first, it had something to do with him not finding me here and letting himself in. Then he sudenly switched the subject, and began babbling about borrowing my laptop to check some sort of internet journal.

My head began to spin as I tried to digest all that he was saying.I thought that if I focusd on something else for a while, then maybe I'd feel a bit better. So I looked around.

And froze as I saw a flash of color comeing from under Ayame's hands.

He didn't...

"Ayame..." I approached him slowly, not wanting to believe what I saw. "My laptop."

"Ah!" He smiled happily - a smile of pure evil - and preseted me with a colorful, glittery thing that remotely resembled the inside of one of the most expensive things that I owned. "It was so dreary and monotonous, Ha'ri. I couldn't resist!"

I stared at all the smiley stickers that decorated the key of what once was a sleek black keyboard. I stared at the flowers and hearts and stars that went up and down along the once clean borders of the screen. I stared at the picture of Ayame from the site that was on display and felt an abominable series of injustice.

Why me?

"Ah! Ha'ri likes it so much that he is trembling with joy!"

Slowly, very slowly, I turned towards him, and pointed at the door.

"OUT."

I'd reached my limit. I didn't want to explain. I didn't want to talk. So I did what I had to do, and threw him out.

Then I went straight to bed and dreamed dreams of an Akito-less, Ayame-less, problem-less world.

But before I fell asleep, my conscience, though muted by my determination to get some rest, brought Ayame back into my mind. It was unkind to throw him out, even if I had the right to do so. I should know more than anyone else how child-like his mentality and reasoning was. I should be more understanding, and apologize to him for being such a bad host.

I told it to shut up.

Apologies and explanations can go and rot in some forgotten region in the world for all I care. I wanted sleep and I was getting it NOW.

But consciences don't give up that easily so I made a compromise. If I would get a good sleep now, I'd pay Ayame a visit tomorrow, and apologize for my rude behavior. Making a deal with one's conscience sounds insane, but I was too tired to do anything else. And, surprisingly, it worked.

But that meant I would have to change my schedule tomorrow in order to accomodate a visit... Ah well, once I'd had my rest, I'd be more than able to deal with it.

A simple visit wouldn't be too much to handle anyway.

Signed by Hatori

((Note: *spoiler alert* Akito is really a SHE))

I love it! has a few funny parts. really good.

Entry Two

Even when I was in high school, I lived the life of a recluse. Always watching other people . . . How they would laugh, and enjoy their lives . . . Always wishing . . . that I could be the same.

It is every member of the Jyunnishi's dream. And I was one of those who took it a little too seriously for his or her own good.

But I had Shigure and Ayame, then. We were the inseparable 'Mabudachi Trio,' whether or not I wanted it that way. And as much as I'd hate to admit this to them since they would so obviously rub it in my face . . . they were good for me.

But I'd forget. I'd fall deep into the trappings of my mind, and forget that I have people who accept me for who I am.

I don't know why I stay away from other people. Maybe it's just a part of my personality. Maybe it's just impulse. Maybe I just don't want to be hurt again . . .

Coward.

Today, when I came over to Shigure's house to give Yuki a check-up, I saw the younger Jyunnishi together with Honda-kun, all apparently playing a game of Dai Hin Min. I thought to wait till the game was over so I sat with Shigure, and we both watch as a heated argument broke out, with Kyou doing most of the shouting, Yuki calmly returning every insult, Hatsuharu - in white mode - watching the scene with a deadpan expression on his face, Hiro commenting on how immature they were acting, Kisa trying to tell Hiro to be nicer, and Tohru in between the two rivals, attempting to pacify them.

They all acted so normally . . . as if they didn't have the problems that they have. I couldn't help but feel like a coward because, despite all the trials they've gone through, I could see that they still try to move on, while I cower and hide just because of a single hurt.

That is why I will do all that I can to watch over them. To make sure that they won't make the same mistake.

The mistake of stopping, when there is still something to live for.

All I can do is watch . . . and protect them.

Because despite everything, everyone always has a reason to live. And they just gave me mine. So even if I have to be alone, I will continue to watch. I will continue to stay a little way off from them, and make sure that they never forget that which I myself have forgotten countless times.

That there will always be someone who will accept them for who they are.

Signed by Hatori

:pigcry: i love it!! its so sad, yet so good.

maybe for the first entry you should put the spoiler at the topc ^^;; other than that it's great! please continue it!

heh, sorry about that ^_^;

Entry Three

Sometimes I wonder . . . if anyone notices that I am missing.

It's a selfish thought, but I can't help it. The only past time a bedridden person has is thinking, and I have been in bed the entire day. That can't be helped either; my movements are as restricted as they were last night. One would think I had experienced a stroke, since that would only properly explain my paralysis. But I know it is not a stroke. I am a doctor, aren't I? I should know my own body better than anyone else.

I know it is because of the curse.

What I do not know is if Akito has anything to do with this directly. I don't know if she did this to me, or if it is only a reaction of some sort to my disobedience. We Jyunnishi are supposed to love her, and obey her commands. Such a thing as disobedience would trigger a disruption of this "natural order of things", for to love the God is supposedly what creates balance.

But I wonder . . . if a false love of this God is counted as well.

Akito is abusive and cruel. Even I am not blind to that. We don't speak of it amongst ourselves because we can't; that would be showing disrespect. But doesn't simply thinking about it mean that we are already showing this? That we are showing that we don't love Akito as we should? Isn't that an act of treason in itself?

Yet . . . why aren't we being punished, as I am being punished now? Does that mean that there is a way of rebelling against the curse indirectly?

. . . Thinking about so many things gives me a headache. Especially such a deep, complex thing as the Jyunnishi curse. I admit, though, that it's been surprising long since I last had a chance to examine it. But getting used to doing such a think can't be healthy for a person. I keep telling that to Shigure, but he doesn't listen. I should check up on him when I get better.

When I get better . . .

I look down at the hand lying by my side, and attempt to flex it. My fingers twitch, but they do not close into a fist as I had intended. I sigh. Getting better seems like a long way off.

Is this . . . how it feels like . . . to be you . . . Akito?

Suddenly, the door to my room slides open.

"HA'RI! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"My, my, Haa-san, you do look bad. I guess Momiji was right when he said you were sick."

"See, see? I told you! Ha'ri, look! I brought everyone over to see you!"

That surprised me. With some effort, I turn.

. . . And indeed I see 'everyone'. Even Honda-kun was there, to 'represent Yuki-kun and Kyou-kun who couldn't make it.'

I was filled with a sudden warmth.

So I was . . . missed.

Signed by Hatori

once again, great job syo.

yes! very nice job *claps*

IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!!! You're one of the few people that can really do Hatori. (pervs get your minds out of the gutter)
And for the poster above me, no Sessomaru-kun is not yours unless your name is kagome