Fruits Basket Haru Novels & Stories

There was a firmness in Haru’s tone that surprised Tae Min. “…Okay,” Tae Min agreed quietly. “Train station?” “Yeah. That’s better.” Recess was nearly over, but neither of them moved. “Why aren’t you eating?” Haru asked. “I’m fine.” Without another word, Haru tore his cream bread in half and shoved one piece into Tae Min’s hand. “That wasn’t a request,” Haru said flatly. “Take it. Or I’m not coming later.” Tae Min smirked. “Threatening me now?”

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.

Is this your friend, you've been telling me about,' Haru spoke up, not taking his eyes off me for a second and I was staring at him as well. "Yeah, he's from America, came to do some business." "Wow,' Haru said and got up from his seat, coming to me and I could feel my heart pounding so fast as he came close to me. "Hi, your friends have told me so much about you." He chuckled. He was even more mature, smooth skin, muscular and long white hair and his eyes were the most beautiful thing on earth. He was wearing a black long sleeve and a white trouser, including some sneakers too.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

he said, showing me a basket which was in his hand. "I have washed them all you can have," he said while handing me a basket full of fresh-picked fruit. "Aww, you didn't have to do that. Thank you" I said while taking the basket from his hand. "Come here," I said, opening my one arm to hug him. He bent down and hugged me. "It's so sweet of you," I said with a big overwhelmed smile on my face and I kissed him on his cheeks. He is so sweet. He smiled shyly at me.

he forwarded the fruit basket to her. It was small and accumulated an apple, a bunch of grapes, two bananas and a few strawberries and black berries with a peeled sliced dragon fruit and several lychees. From every angle it appeared that the basket was properly organized with those fruits (that was because Alan bought it from the market) But he only put those fruits that can be stolen easily. He had to make it look like it was stolen after all!

“That’s too heavy for you.” I looked at the basket. Then back, at her. "It’s apples.” “It’s a basket of apples.” “It doesn’t weigh as much as Kai’s pride.” One of the gardeners nearby chuckled. Mrs. Harlow crossed her arms. She was calm like she already knew she was right. “It’s still not happening.” Before I could say anything Kian appeared and took the basket. He just kept walking as he had always planned to. “I wasn’t carrying that " he said calmly.

“New recruit? Derek, what is he talking about?” “Nothing,” he muttered. “Just a joke. Restaurant humor. Very mysterious.” The show began, and it was spectacular. Mr. Kimura was a master of his art form. One of his minions set up a series of fruits on stakes—watermelons, pineapples, peaches, dragon fruits. Mr. Kimura pulled out a samurai sword, held it in front of him, and bowed. A flick of the wrist, a flash of steel, and… nothing happened.

It was strange because Matthew was never late. He was always the first one at the training ground, even before I arrived. I frowned and looked around, thinking maybe he was hiding somewhere or playing a trick on me but, he was really not here. I sat down on a wooden bench by the side of the field, tapping my fingers on my knee and waiting. A few minutes later, I saw him walking toward me. My eyes widened when I noticed what he was carrying. It was a huge basket filled with fruit. Bright red apples, juicy pears, grapes, bananas.

The old woman, but not fragile said. "Oh my god! Thank you! I really like strawberry." I said with a giant smile. The old woman smiled at me then she leaves us. She entertains the other tourists. "Here. Use my basket. I won't pick any." Hiro said, handed me his basket, then he shoves his hands inside to his pocket. "Hey, you should pick some for your mother," I say, giving him back the basket but he refuses to get it. "Mum doesn't like strawberry. And so am I." He replied, bored.