Fruit Basket Momiji Novels & Stories

I notice she is extremely short, like a dwarf, and I giggle when I see countless golden necklaces cover her wrists. "Ah!" Iris exclaims, and then she walks over to me, holding up a black dress with green marijuana leaves. It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, so terrible I wonder who could have designed it. "You can wear this until we get to our location! My sister can wait!" My eyes widen into what I imagine must be the size of saucers—even my blood freezes over. I've never done drugs, and the mere idea of wearing this dress sends panic into my chest.

Morgan stood there for a moment, the basket of fruit still tucked neatly under one arm. He shifted slightly, clearing his throat before setting the basket down carefully on a side table. "I didn’t expect you today, Atty. Morgan," I said, gesturing lightly toward the basket. "Is that... for me?" He gave a small, almost bashful smile, his gaze softening as he glanced at it. "Yes," he said simply. “My wife used to eat these. A lot. When she was pregnant."

When it comes to food, that person gives up right away. We proceeded to the row of fruit plants. I went to the very end. I prefer to pick grapes and find them at the far end. Ysabelle chose to pick the apples. The two waiters went to the banana side. I dropped the basket I was carrying on the ground. I looked up at the many grapes hanging on top of me. It is made of bamboo to crawl on grape leaves to bear fruit. Most are purple and others are green but they are also ripe. I slowly touched the grape that was opposite my head. I gently picked it up and carefully placed it in the basket. I do not want to remove the grapes from its stalk. It is better to look if it is together on the same stem.

I said, already wanting her to leave quickly. I reached into my coat pocket for some money, certainly not the money Frederick had just thrown around. I handed the handful of money to the saleswoman, but she strangely refused. "This fruit is especially for you, Your Majesty. Take it. Treat this fresh fruit as our gratitude for your pregnancy. We hope your baby will be the successor to the Magnolia royal family which is rumoured to be on the verge of extinction." Suddenly, the woman thrust out a basket full of fruits that were supposed to be the source of her livelihood. She did not wait for me to respond to anything and immediately moved away.

Kavan frowned, "What fruit have you foraged? I have made sure that everything within this forest would harm nothing." Fyn rolled his eyes. He probably only wanted the only thing harmful in this forest to be him, he thought. One of the Nǣps approached Kavan. It was carrying the same leaf basket that Kavan had used to wrap the fruits he gave to Fyn. Inside were tan-colored small circles. Fyn squinted his eyes and jolted in place once he realized just what it was. He knew it was familiar! Thinking of nothing else, he walked towards the basket and instinctively closed his nose.

Following Miaomiao's finger, Su saw the fruit hanging on the tree as well. "Why does this fruit look like..."

He brought the basket he’d been holding onto and set it down on the table for the Goddess Queen to see. The basket made with wooden weaves was filled with multiple green-colored fruits. The fruit was called Nori. It was a seasonal fruit and it would only grow around this time of the year in Ehrlich’s soil. Even then, the fruit only grew in the warmest areas down south. Its yield was drastically low, so it was quite difficult to find them in numbers. “It’s been a long time since I saw this!” Alicia looked at the basket with genuine excitement. For the past six years, the time she spent in Coulson, she had never gotten the chance to eat her favorite fruit.

The air was rich with the scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something unfamiliar—something sweet and almost floral. My eyes wandered across the spread of fruits, recognizing some from the human world while others were completely foreign. One caught my attention—it was deep purple with a soft glow around it. "What’s this?" I asked, picking it up. Leila smiled. "Moonfruit. It’s rare. Only grows here in Shadowhaven." "Can I try it?" Mira grinned. "Of course! Just don’t eat too much, or you might start glowing too." I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Yes. And. and I want food—lots. Send all of it. Sushi, ramen, wagashi, fruit—send it in a basket. Best quality. Today's for Yuki." He hesitated for half a beat, as if he felt the magnitude of that craving, but nodded after that. "Understood." "Thank you." Kenji handled the rest: ordering an upscale concierge. I drove this vintage eco-sedan to make it inconspicuous, but racing within. I restrained from playing Ecstasy chords—it needed to sound contemplative, not flashy. Still: revenge against cowardice. Ten minutes in, my team told me it was a group of chefs at Azabu that assembled the basket—fresh fruit, sweet mochi, yakitori, soup, three types of nigiri and a jar of matcha pudding. I permi

They loved her for her good heart. As she approached the park, she took a moment to investigate the contents in the baskets. Apples, bananas, grapes, cherries... guessing to herself she made out that Jen did not know what fruits the prince would prefer so she put together whatever she could find. Shinja did not know either so she went with whatever Jen had come up with.