Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

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 afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

Debby raised her eyebrows when she saw Rio lifting the wooden chest with one hand. “Isn't that heavy?” Debby pointed towards the wooden chest which was now placed on top of the kitchen bar. "No. What’s inside is lighter.” Rio answered. Well, that didn't mean the wooden chest is light, right? Debby thought. "Wow, you like fruits!" Debby said looking at the various types of fruit in the round basket. "No. This is not for me.” Rio said as he looked at her and took a smaller basket, then placed it in front of Debby.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

And after a while, he parted the bushes to reveal what looked like a farm. The farmland was about 100m by 100m and on it were cultivated fruits and vegetables. And what was more surprising about it was that, they were mature and ripe fruits and vegetables on it. “Oh my lord” Anita exclaimed, she had been quiet ever since. She ran into the farm land to grab a fresh ripe tomato to confirm what her eyes was seeing. “is this for real?” Baji asked as he stared at it in disbelief. “yes, it is.” Joshua said already munching on cucumbers he had harvested from it.

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

She cleared her throat as she turned and reached into the basket. “No! I want to wait a little longer. I'm not ready just yet. I'm so busy training with Grandad that I don't really have time for a mate right now. Maybe when my training is done.” Azalea said as she put the fruit and vegetables into the fridge. “All right. If that's what you want. Just let me know when you're ready.” Ryder said, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked into the basket. “What in the world are these?”

Brooklyn is fully awake and clapping her hands in excitement, thrilled about my late-night date. "Oh, Daria! He is here! Killian is finally here! I packed a bag with some stuff for your special night!" With teary, motherly eyes, Brooklyn hands me over a bag with a Pikachu on it. I have no clue where the heck she found it, but I already hate her. "This bag weighs a ton!" I complain, grimacing when I slide into the embarrassing thing—Killian is going to have the laughing fit of his life once he catches sight of the Pikachu. "What did you pack into it?!"