Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and maybe a couple of other stuff.

I guess I'm a bit miffed that my first Furuba FF didn't do so well. But I'm not giving up. This one's more angst and emotions, I guess. But I find that I make better stories that way.

The story evolves around Arisa Uotani, my favorite female character from Fruits Basket.

There's a lot of Pedophile-ism and violence in this story, as well as a lot of mushy-mushy lu-urve. Don't say I didn't warn you!

When You're Owned

Prologue

The tears came trickling down so quickly, I collapsed onto the ground and hid my face. The playground was empty and it was already late.

Where was Papa?

He had told me he'd pick me up on time. It was already late at night and the cold was starting to creep on me.

Where was Papa?

I wept into my arms my ears still open for any sound of a car, but none came. As I sat there in the cold night, I didn't even care if Papa was going to be drunk, just as long as he would show up to take me home. I even promised t the dark sky that I'd be a better daughter, as long as Papa came to pick me up from school.

But instead you sent him to take me away.

Why? Why him?

He approached me and held out his pale hand with a menacing grin. He scared me so but the words he spoke soothed my mind. You sent me a cruel man who had me become a fool. A fool for comfort and console to that mean stranger. Kai Takanashi made me tell everything. Ka Takanashi released me.

"It'll all be okay," I let him stroke my hair. A teacher would've disapproved at the sight of a High School boy stroking a Middle school girl's hair but there were no teachers around. Where were they? Why did they leave a young girl all on her own late at night, to wait for her father?

"Papa didn't come…" I sobbed into your shoulder, "Papa isn't here…" At first I wanted Papa to come but after confiding in Kai I realized, how much I hated him. I hated his drunken guts. If he wasn't going to look after his daughter, why have one in the first place?

"Your Papa doesn't love you;" He whispered softly, "But Kai does…" Why couldn't I tell? Why couldn't I tell from the tone of his voice that his intentions were cruel? Or why couldn't I tell from the way he stroked my hair? And the way he slid that finger up and down my back. I didn't care. Wasn't that what boyfriends do to their girlfriends.

He took me home by the hand. He took me home by the hand everyday from school. But then I dropped out. Papa didn't even realize for he was busy drowning in alcohol. I joined the gang.

"I love seeing girls that stand up tough and fight for themselves," Kai sure did. I would see him get close to all the other 'sisters' and I would act all hurt. He would come and comfort and flow more soothing words to cool my mind. Kai even trained me to love him. I was a fool.

He had built me into a tough girl who took no bull, but his I took in constantly. I dyed my hair and cut it short, I wore long flowing skirts that flailed in the wind as I walked and carried a steel pipe with me everywhere. I was the ultimate gang girl, built to kill. I had even learnt to worship the ultimate street girl, Kyoko. Then the day came when I realized he did nothing but played me, I told Kai I wanted to break up.

He laughed at first. He laughed at my sad attempt. But then when I whacked that steel pipe against his head hard, he got angry.

"ARISA!" He gripped onto my arm firm and pierced his eyes through mine, "You can't go anywhere and you will stay by me. You are mine!"

"I'll run away!" I was a brave coward. Kai tangled his fingers in my hair and slammed my face onto the wall. My nose and my lip bled and my eyes cried out blood. He picked me up and caressed my neck,

"You see, Arisa," His lips on my skin made flinch, "I own you, I own you and nobody else does…"