Fruits Basket Kakeru Novels & Stories

"No, no. It's already too late for that. I got this. I just need to get used to a few things, and I'll be fine." "I can figure it out," she encouraged herself, and as she checked further, her eyes landed on a woven basket tucked near the counter. Blinking, she tilted her head. "How come I never saw this?" "Did Lythari keep this here secretly?" She smiled and curiously reached for it, carrying it over to the sink. "How lovely," she muttered. "Fruits. How I love fruits. Ugh," then she started naming them. "We have blueberries, strawberries, raspberries; not sure what these deep purple ones are called. Mmm… but I think I should know them. What are they called again?"

"I recognize some of these items but not all of them." "Yeah, I put some Zargan foods on the plate too. I figured you might want to shake it up a notch," Bart said, walking around the bed and sitting in the chair that Conor had sat in. "The pale green slices are called cucumbers. They have a dark green rind that you can peel off or eat. That depends on your personal preference. Blue fruits are called blueberries and can be bitter if they aren't ripe. Some bakers mix them into muffins and cakes to give the baked goods a different flavor. I gave you some rye bread, too," he said, pointing at the dark bread. "It's my favorite bread and makes for some great sandwiches. Lastly, I put some turkey

Quietly astounded, Luna sighed, never expecting King to possess such a conscience. “I shall take one and proceed to pick oranges now.” Meanwhile, on the balcony above. “Why is Luna taking a bamboo basket?” Preston leaned against the railing, his curiosity on display. King also leaned over and looked down. He beheld Luna donning an aged yellow straw hat and carrying a bamboo basket as she made her way toward the orchard. In due time, Luna arrived at the orchard, gently placing the bamboo basket on the ground, gazing upward, and commencing her task of plucking oranges.

I almost expect him to go invisible. “Uh, no thanks,” he mumbles. “I’ll trust you.” “What about that fruit, or whatever it is?” Rerun asks, looking upward. “Is that poisonous, too?” “No,” Kai replies. “In fact, they’re quite tasty—and very nutritious. They’re called kookiya.”

"Hiraku, do you think you can climb up if Bob picks you up?" "Leave it to me" Hikaru nods. Bob bends over a bit and uses his hands to lift Hikaru, who takes advantage of the momentum to jump to the nearest branch. From there he only needed to take a couple more jumps and finally reach the vine. Then he throws us some oval yellow fruits the size of a fist. At the base of the fruit you can see the stem from which it came. The most curious thing is that it is bright, to the point that it seems to emit its own light.

Leah never had any favorite food. “If that’s the case, let’s just go with something casual,” Kaze said, with a hint of urgency as he was hungry. Master Fuller knew Kaze’s identity but he did not engage in a conversation because of Leah. He simply smiled and nodded. Then, appetizers were served. Kaze forked the cucumber and took a bite. A sweet taste filled his mouth with every crunch. “How is this cucumber made? It looks like it’s not seasoned but it's so sweet!”

I glanced around him, eyeing the picnic basket. “What did you bring?” “Um,” Alexander hesitated, and I noticed his bottom lip tremble. “I guess it’s what the humans bring along to any picnic.” “Hm, let’s see,” he pulled the basket closer and seemed to scan its contents, “There are strawberries, wine - which is useless - and beef jerky.” “Ooh, you really went all out, huh?” I mused as he passed me the container with the jerky, “I must say, I’m impressed, Alexander Young.”

Tsarayu muttered to himself. After looking around for a few seconds and finding no traces of anyone else, he took off all of his wet clothes and put them on a stone to dry. He then started looking for something to eat. After walking for a few minutes, he finally found a fruit tree. The fruits looked like apples but were golden in color. Tsarayu had never seen or read about this kind of fruit, so he couldn't help but be wary about eating them. "I wonder if these fruits are poisonous? I should probably look around more. I can probably find something else to eat that isn't so intimidating," Tsarayu thought as he continued his wander.

he responded with such certainty that I would have sworn he thought he had already won it. I opened my mouth to explain why it wouldn't that easy, but the smell of the food reminded me that my stomach insisted on eating more. What the heck. I thought to myself. Might as well argue that point later. The basket was amazingly well-stocked for a small, weaved thing. Tohr pulled out various items that could be something akin to fruits and vegetables. As well as something that resembled cheese except it was blue. Then a bottle of what I would assume was their version of wine. The bottle was beautifully crafted with what looked like stained glass with jewels encrusted around the thick middle. There

He held up a bag for her, saying, “We didn’t know what you’d like so we bought you pickled cucumbers, pickled papaya, pickled red onions… “ He took out a pack of something yellow then continued. “…pickled radish… we bought this at a Korean store. Lexy said you’d crave for sour foods.” “Thank you, Car!” she said, hugging him. Can I add pickles to brownies? “Sometimes I think you got these two pregnant, bro,” said Lexy as Anna hugged her next. “You’re all here,” said a new guest. Why are they all here? Rigel, like the rest of them, invited himself in and gave Anna a quick hug. He handed her a fruit basket. A fucking fruit basket! Can’t they all wait until tomorrow? And all it had were mangoes.