Fruits Basket Yuki Sohma Novels & Stories

In the middle of the table were grilled fish, sashimi of fresh salmon and tuna, tempura of fish, prawns, and sweet potatoes, fresh salad with homemade dressing sauce, stir-fried vegetables with teriyaki sauce, and an assortment of yakitori and pickled vegetables. “Mina,” Haruka said, “please enjoy.” Everyone nodded and dug in. The brothers found they enjoyed the food tremendously. It was nearer to the end of the meal when Haruka finally asked, “Nicolas-san, I have been wondering about that girl from last night.” In unison, Sebastian and Darcy lifted their heads to look at Haruka. Sosuke noticed this and raised his brows in surprise at the reaction. Nicolas said, “The girl in the finale?”

Yumi's POV. - “Here you go. The vegetable salad Alpha Henry said to prepare for you.” Bryan hands the bowl to me and I huff. “He’s not here, yet, you follow his orders. I’m tired of this, can someone just get me fruits now? I’m out of those. So who’s gonna go to the supermarket for me?” I blink my eyes sweetly and Eliza laughs while Bryan is caught. “Bryan, get the fresh tasty ones for big sis, okay?” I instruct and he nods, leaving.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

Lucia alighted from the helicopter with wind-swept hair and pink cheeks, her eyes scanning the surroundings with eager anticipation. "Looking for something?" Adrian asked, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt as he followed behind her. "My basket," she replied, eyes still darting left and right. "The one with all the fruits." Adrian chuckled and signaled to one of the staff members nearby. Within seconds, her beloved basket of fruits was returned to her arms. She practically lit up, her expression radiant with gratitude and childish delight. "Thank you!"

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

- added the old woman, pointing at the basket. Without hesitating, Miyuki rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and started peeling the pods. She did this many times with her real grandmother, so the job went well and quickly. In less than half an hour, the basket was empty and the bowl of peeled vegetables was full. Miyuki also helped carry it to the woman's house, and she, as promised, told her exactly how to get to that cursed house in the woods. ~~~~~~~~~

I looked flushed with embarrassment in those moments; it was like I was a teenager admitting how he felt about his first love. "I am Yuki Yozora, Fifteen years old." She answered me rudely without any hesitation, and then she asked me to borrow my phone; I rushed to pick up my phone in my pocket then give it to her. My world was spinning literally because of nervousness. After returning my phone to me, I saved her number and named it 'Yuki with a heart emoji.' I called her number so she could save my number as well. As Yuki saved my number on the phone, she smiled as if something terrible had been planned. At the same time, she showed me my name in her phone book. My eyes widened as I read m

I think. "My name is Sohma Amy, I play the bass." she kept it short and simple, Bass...huh? The next girl was probably the shortest, a girl with short lavender bob who wore knee-high leggings underneath a short mini skirt. "Ito Haia. I'm seventeen and I play the electric guitar. I like... rollerblading." she paused at the end and blinked at me as I listened. Right, she seems like the energetic sort but right now she seemed the opposite. Does she not want to be here? Is she uncomfortable or nervous? It was hard to tell.

Jackson said. Hana didn't mean to protest. After all, taking the Tronis fruit was only to pass Namio Rankle's eyes. Her main goal is another fruit; Hana must heal to fight for the next time. Tronis fruit, this time, grows on tops, again protected by nine-tailed snakes. Much harder to collect, Hana quietly kept a safe distance and waited for Jackson. While she was calculating her next move, Jackson was back. A body of clothing stained with fishy blood, in Jackson's hand was a Tronis fruit; he placed it in Hana's hand and sat down panting.

Blanche was now with her in his pajama with a worried smile on his lips and eyed Narco questioningly who just shrugged his shoulders in response. "Wow, I love it! I love the arrangements!" Eyes sparkle in delight, Sumire said in a shrill voice when she saw how pleasing to the eye Narco's baskets with lots of fruit were. Narco entered all the baskets of fruit inside the manor and put them on the table. Sumire excitedly looked and dig at the fruits like a kid. One by one and humming joyously, she pick on the fruit she wanted to eat and smell it. "Where did you get this?" Blanche asked, taking fruits from the basket as well and smelling it too as his eyes curiously darted on his cousin who was