If I really wanted to scare someone, I would take them on a nice trip around my neighborhood. We should start at my brother’s apartment. While it seems like a normal apartment from the outside, the inside is a whole different story. Taking the first step into said apartment, anyone would automatically smell the burning of meat. Note that I say burning instead of cooking. My brother’s girlfriend, or his meat angel as he fondly calls her, is not the best cook in the world. She does fairly well at it when you consider awful cooks such as Yuki or Shigure are still allowed near the kitchen.

While the smell itself is not that bad, it does happen to provide a sharp contrast to the closet in which my brother keeps his private “personal” collection. That closet smells very similar to boys in a manner of speaking. Even though he denies the contains of said closet, it is fairly obvious that they belong to him.

From his apartment, we should head to my parent’s main house. I suggest that people try sneaking onto the grounds to receive the scariest treatment allowed. Apparently, the guards and security dogs on the property don’t realize that having a pile of dead bodies on the front lawn would be a bad thing. If anyone survives that, all manner of antiques line the hallway of the mansion. I had the misfortune of growing up in said mansion when Kakeru, being a jerk, once hid behind a suit of armor and made it sound like a ghost lived in it. I, being eight years old, didn’t know better and ran and hid in my closet for a week because of that.

If the trip so far didn’t scare a person, we will visit the Sohma’s main house. So far, no one who has entered the main house without permission is ever seen from again. Since I figure that the Koi pond is awfully big for so few fish, it would be a good bet that I know where the trespassers are.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 345

I’m so sick of my brother and his innuendos about everything. The most prominent is Yuki’s and my relationship. Not all relationships is about… sex. I can’t believe I’m talking about that. Kakeru would probably have a field day if he knew that I’m talking about… yeah. Let’s focus back on that idiot of a brother of mine.

He constantly drops comments about the school uniform. I can’t help it the girls are forced to wear short skirts! I can’t help it if some perverted girl flips my skirt up while I’m walking down the hallway…. I wish he stop joking about the fact that Yuki just happens to be walking next to me and he saw my panties! My face grew even redder when Kakeru said something along the lines of this not being the first time Yuki have seen my panties. Of course it’s not… Kakeru keeps stealing them and throwing them at the poor boy! I mean, what kind of brother steals his sister’s undergarments just to tease his best friend?

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 174

( embarrassment )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 353

[locked to everyone]

I am a fairly decent spy according to some people. All those years of training and grooming really has an influence in that regard. I try to be the best spy I can be for my father. He wanted me to be the best heir to his company. I really should say that my mother wants me to be my father’s heir in the beginning. She is the one to push him into getting me groomed for that role.

Looking back, all that grooming was wasted since my little brother is his heir now. Even though he says that he doesn’t need me anymore since I’m a girl and not his heir, he still gives me assignments to do for him. I take those assignments just for him. I want him to see my worth even if I am not his heir. I am not useless just because I am a girl. At least, that is what I believe.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 159

( my mess )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 304

The first thing I remember, besides all the studying to be perfect, is the born of my youngest brother. I know that I still remember all the things prior to this event but it is the first memory that matters to me. All I remember before that event is endless studying. I was trying to be the perfect heir for my parents. Endless studying and my mother’s words: “Don’t lose to that boy!”

That is the really my first memory but the details of that are vague. I know she said all that but I cannot remember clearly how times she has uttered that phrase while grooming me for my role as heir. In retrospect, it was all for naught since my youngest brother was born. The feud between my mother and Kakeru’s mother was immediately forgotten with a legitimate male heir.

It is also because of his birth that I finally understood how my mother sees me. She was on the phone talking to her friends. “Yes, we finally have a legitimate male heir! I was so worried too! I mean, Machi is a dull girl. I wasn’t sure we could keep his inheritance with such a strange girl like that. I’m glad all that worry is over.”

I’m… a strange girl? I’m dull? Is this what my mother thinks of me? I guess this is why I remember this memory so vividly; it’s the memory that defines who I am according to my mother. The real question whether she is right or not.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 255

OOC note: This is slightly meta and based entirely on canon.

( The whole story )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 394

( the truth )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 277

*Offically locked to all that knows the truth about the Juunishi but unoffically anyone can respond if they want*

Akito. The head of the Sohma household is named Akito. He rules that family with the power of God. For all purposes, he is the God from which the Juunishi have swore loyalty to and the one that binds us all to our fate. The problem with being God is that people fear that which they do not understand and the people do not understand God. While Akito is God, he is also a person. A very lonely person. That loneliness is constant and will separate Akito from the rest of us. While we can walk in the world, Akito can’t and we must endure the pain of that freedom.

There are very few people who know what Akito really is and even fewer who do not fear him. I fear him since I almost died at his hands. The Juunishi fear him out of their bond to him. Our friends fear him for their fates and ours are in his hands. Power makes him a person to be afraid of. The only problem is that Akito is afraid of himself too.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 182

( Perfect Hair Day )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 432

( Bad day )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 454

( respect )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 376

My home is a strange subject for all involve. The first home I have ever known would be the Kuragi mansion. I never considered that the house that my family has lived in for many a generation would be the house that holds the most painful memories to me. It should be the place that I remember as the house Kakeru and I grew up in. The only problem is how we left that place.

Kakeru left the mansion first with his mother. It is something that he does not regret. Being the illegitimate child, he has no reason to stay there. It was a relief for him to get away from all the talking and rumors that circulated around his status. My brother was able to be the smiling, stupid person he is now because he left that awful place so soon.

I stayed around until after my little brother was born. After the incident, everyone agreed that I should move out to my own apartment. At first, I was not sure if I could survive being alone by myself at the tender age of 15. In retrospect, it is the most freeing time I can remember. Living on my own allowed me to breakaway from all the rules and customs of the Kuragi household. Only during those scant times that we returned to the mansion were we to follow the house rules.

I never imagined that I would ever had to return to the mansion. I also never imagined that I would run away from the mansion either. While I understand the reasons for my captivity, I much prefer the freedom. Once more, I choose freedom over safety.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 280

Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!

( Surprise )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 183

( Visitation )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 605

( Drunk )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 328

It is the middle of the night. Machi has lost most sense of time being locked away from everyone else. She knows when it is day and night from the light that radiates from the windows but nothing more than that. Clocks and other devices such as that prove little use in her elegantly decorated room. One could call it her elegantly decorated prison cell. Machi knows that leaving the house wasn’t permitted nor was having any outsider in.

The only reason that Machi was even awake at this time is because of the stones that someone keeps pelting at her window. Annoyed, Machi opens the window and calls out, “Can’t a princess in a tower get some rest?”

Kakeru appears from the shadow. Machi frowns. “Brother… you know that you can come up here and visit me. You don’t need to throw stones at my window.”

Kakeru smirks. “What is the fun in that? Besides, it’s 3 am! The perfect time to rescue the princess from her prison!” Kakeru drags out all his rescue equipment to ‘save’ Machi.

Machi frowns and states, “It won’t work. You‘ll only get yourself in trouble for being stupid.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Father is behind you.”

Kakeru turns around to see that Machi is correct. With a smile at the not so pleased look on their father’s face, Kakeru grabs his rescue gear and runs. Machi rolls her eyes. “Idiot.”

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Words: 238

( Princess in tower )

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Word Count: 317

"Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau.

I’ve always been the silent one. The one to watch everyone around be noisy and active. They live their lives as if tomorrow would never come. I see it in the eyes of every Sohma that I have met. The look of living for today because tomorrow may be their last day of freedom. They try to hide that inevitability by smiling and laughing but it is still there.

The most terrifying moments that I remember is when all is silent and no words need to be spoken. The moment that I thought I would die as I flew out of the window. The horror of seeing a bleeding Kisa on her doorsteps. The near-death of Tohru as we race to find her body at the bottom of a cliff. No words were uttered when those moments happened and no words should ever be spoken of them. The boys think that not speaking of those moments will not allow us girls to feel the affect it has. Unfortunately, life does not work that way. We live on with those moving moments in our lives.

Muse: Machi Kuragi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Word Count: 180