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Chapter 1 Hampnie just found out, that he had a daughter. Ai was happy to finally meet her father, although he had killed everyone in the village. "Ai ... my daughter ...", he started as all of a sudden a bullet hit his chest's left side, close to his heart. Hampnie fell to his knees. "Damn it!", he mumbled angry and in pain. "Does it hurt?", Ai asked, she seemed a little terrified. "Of course it does! My left lung has collapsed ...", he answered and spit blood. A man jumped over a wall behind Ai, ran towards her, grabbed her, ran a little further, pushed her behind him and aimed at Hampnie, who laid on the ground - not moving at all. Ai st

Not My Mother’s Hair: A Series of Vignettes from the Diary of Akito Sohma A Fruits Basket/Furuba Fanfiction by Amber Stitt DISCLAIMER: WARNING, MANGA SPOILERS AFTER CHAPTER 98 IN THE DISCLAIMER! “Fruits Basket/Furuba” in its anime and manga formats are the creation and property of Takaya Natsuki and I in NO WAY claim ownership or profit thereof. RATED PG FOR SWEARING AND MATURE THEMES (DEATH, CHILDHOOD TRAUMA). This story explores Akito Sohma’s change-of-heart in the manga and her subsequent possible attempts to make amends with various family members. It is told from Akito’s POV. If you still dislike her even af

His fingers curl in the glossy blonde hair when their lips collide in a way that expresses what word could not.  It's been years…too long as his grip tightens around the thick leathery coat that hugged her body for the Resembol winter. Two hands of flesh, two hands of warmth cross around her waist and lift her from her frozen place on the ground, in the soft breeze that brushes through her hair, just like his fingers. Its eager, both are willing, lips moving against the other as if two young lovers at a secret rendezvous. Her heart is thumping in equal time with his, racing against the other chest as the blush that sets over h