Hey guys! So this idea has been swimming around in my head for ages! And I've finally decided to write it! So I hope you guys enjoy! I'll try my best to keep our favourite Fruits Basket characters in character! Oddly this is the first story I've written from first person point of view! I know I have so many stories not finished, but I couldn't resist putting this up! Not sure how fast updates will be! Here's chapter one! Enjoy dear readers!

I watched, my breath coming in pained gasps, as they lowered my father into the ground. Dark, cherry wood hid his pale face from my view. The cemetery was filled with a silence that was both eerie and comforting. An older woman's gasping sobs could be heard every now and then, breaking through the silence like a hole was filled with fresh earth, its scent filling my nose. The sky had been a hazy grey the entire morning and eventually a little drizzle began to fall, slowly dampening my long black hair. I waited in the cold as the mourner's left my father's graveside, his final resting place.

"Miss Matsumoto?" a man's voice from behind me called.

I turned to face him, my face becoming a mask of coldness. My green eyes searched his face, hoping to find the answers to my unanswered question. What was going to happen to me know that my father, my life, was gone?

"I'm so very sorry for your loss. My condolences." the man in the black suit said, his gaze searching my face for any sign of tears. His words meant little to me. "I must ask if you have any relatives you could stay with."

"I have an aunt who lives in Japan." I answered, my voice court and rough from trying to keep my fear and confusion underneath the surface. "I'll ask if I can stay with her."

"We can make contact with her if you give us her details." He offered, reaching for a notepad in his breast pocket.

I smiled at him then but my split lip protested by letting a small drop of blood slide across my bitten lips. I licked it off with my tongue, silently praying that my aunt would allow me to stay with her. If she didn't then I didn't know what I would do. My father was an only child. My mother had only one sibling who lived in Japan where she was originally from. Both sets of my grandparents were dead. I was thirteen and alone.

"If she can't let you stay with her them I'm afraid we have to put you in foster care until other arrangements can be made." The man spoke.

"My eyes and fists tightened at the idea. I would not go to live with an unknown family. I would rather live on the streets then with strangers.

Twenty four hours later I was on a plane to Japan. My Japanese was rusty from little use over the years but my father had tried his hardest to keep my mother's heritage alive even though she was no longer with us. They were together now, in heaven. And one day I would be with them once again. Those thoughts did little to ease the sorrow in my up my music I leaned my head back and listened as the harsh beats of the drums smothered the other sounds around me. I tried to sleep but the man who sat next to me nudged me with his elbow every time he turned a page of his book. I gritted my teeth, my irritation being my only companion on the long flight to the country I had never been to. With twelve and a half hours of elbow bumping and boredom ahead of me my patience would be put to the test. Opening my eyes I glanced out the window and watched as the green fields and my beloved Irish landscape slowly shrunk and was swallowed by the white, wispy clouds that we had risen above.

By the end of the flight I was fit to kick someone. My main target was the man with the book but he was already waiting impatiently in the isle. I watched as people shoved and squirmed in an attempt to get off the plane first. Removing my headphones, I sat back and watched the foolish people. Why were they in such a big rush? Most of us had to go to claim our baggage anyway. When the isle was empty of people I got up from my seat, grabbed my old rucksack and left the plane without a second glance at the airhostess who thanked me for flying with them. I trudged through the crowded airport, my eyes feeling heavy with exhaustion. I hadn't slept on the flight over and my head was feeling all mixed up since Japan was eight hours ahead. It was already morning yet my internal clock was telling me that I should be going to bed soon.

At baggage claims I waited for my purple suitcases to appear. I had three. One for precious items from the house and two filled with my clothes. Anything else that I wanted was being shipped over and would be here in a few weeks. Finally, with my suitcases secured, I made my way out to the arrivals gate.

I stood amongst the sea of happy people searching for my aunt. I hadn't seen her in years so was unsure of what she looked like. Whenever I saw her she always visited us in Ireland. I'd never been to Japan, the place my mother was born. I looked for someone with a likeness to my mother; jet black hair and deep brown eyes with skin like my way through the crowds I spotted a woman holding a cardboard sign with my name on it. I stared at her, seeing someone so like my mother that it cause a small lump to appear in my throat. I swallowed past it and made my way towards her, my tired eyes itchy and sore."Aunt Kaori?" I asked, my eyes searching hers for a flicker of recognition and hoping that my Japanese had been right./p

"Aunt Kaori?" I asked, my eyes searching hers for a flicker of recognition and hoping that my Japanese had been right.

"Little Aimi. My, how you've grown. I'm so sorry to hear about your poor father. He was a good man." She smiled sadly at me before pulling me in for a bone crushing hug.

"I gasped for air as she squeezed me against her chest. When she finally released me I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with much needed air.

"Let's go home. You need your sleep before school tomorrow. I registered you under you mother's maiden name. Is that alright?" she spoke in a rush of Japanese as she took my suitcases from me and led me out of the airport.

I nodded, glad that I had understood what she had said. As I stepped out into the morning light I left Aimi Matsumoto behind and became Aimi Fujimoto, my mother's daughter.

Three years passed slowly yet they felt like a life time. I had completed my second year in high school and at sixteen was already two months into my third year. I had changed a lot since I had first come to Japan. My once hip length hair was now cut into short pixie layers with streaks of colour running through it. I was still petite yet had grown into my curves. I had a boyfriend, a boy named Hibiki, who was always trying to convince me how very much in love we were. I got into trouble more and hardly ever spoke to my aunt. My old therapist used to tell me I was rebelling. I used to tell her it was my way of having fun and that she should try it once and a while.

My story had a sad beginning. It started with the death of my father and my arrival to a new world. The ending is as one would expect; happy. It's the middle though, the journey, that's the interesting part.

Hey guys! I know it's short but really this is just a prologue! The real story will be starting in the next chapter! This is my first time writing from the first person point of view so if I've made mistakes or if it sounds terrible then I really am sorry! Hope you enjoyed it!

Thanks and enjoy,
Spread a Little Happiness