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Onigiri
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

I remember that Tohru-kun once told me about a trick the boys in her class used to play on her as a child. You know the game, Fruits Basket? It's the one where one kid will tell everyone that they are one fruit or another and they'll have to switch places with another person of the same 'fruit' when their fruit is called. I never played it myself – I didn't play games as a kid, really – but Tohru-kun told me that it looked like fun. She never really played though, as whoever was picking the 'fruit' each person would be would tell Tohru-kun that she was an onigiri, which isn't even a fruit, so she'd just end up sitting there watching everyone else play.

It's strange, I know, but it made me think. Yeah, me, thinking – it happens more often than the damn nezomi would like people to think. But as I said, it really made me think, and, in an abstract sort of way, I guess that the Sohma family could be likened to a Fruits Basket.

Akito would, of course, be 'it'; he's the one that calls all the shots around here, after all. Damned bastard. He thinks that he's the only one that matters, thinks that he's the most important person in the world, even now, when he's on the brink of death.

Then the cursed ones, the zodiac, would be the fruits. I don't know who would be what exactly, but I do know what I would be; I would be the onigiri.

It's always like that; always has been, always will be. I'm the damned cat,aren't I, and for that I will always be shunned. It makes me so mad sometimes! I mean, it's not my fault that the damned cat decided to possess me any more than its Yuki's fault that he is possessed by my archenemy, the rat.

What the hell did I just say that for? Why did I even have to bring up the damn nezomi's name? I hate him; seriously, I hate him. Or maybe the cat hates the rat, and what I feel for Yuki is something else, something completely different.

Kami-sama! What did Tohru-kun put in tonight's dinner? I'm going mental! What am I saying? Of course I hate that damn nezomi! I mean, if the rat hadn't tricked the cat, the cat would be part of the zodiac too. In other words, I would be shunned if it weren't for him, but when I beat him in a fight – which, believe me, I will – I will take his place, and he'll be the one on the outside, not me.

But for now, I am the cat: the damned cat; the shunned cat; the onigiri in a Fruits Basket.