Author Note: I started a story called the book in 2004 and now I'm using the same idea: so one person starts with a book and writes a story and it gets passed round to every Fruits Basket member big or small, so here we go.

Chapter One: Kazuma's Grandfather

Kazuma stared at the window to the main house, he often snuck off here to play with a lot of the other children who could get inside the Sohma inner grounds. He shivered, he hated it here, and yet there was someone in there, someone he had been told he was related to. That man was disgusting and the little boy hated him with a passion, there was nothing strong about him he was a cat, a lowly miserable cat. Scared he walked away without catching a glimpse of the man who had once reached out for him and scampered off scared.

Inside the room the cat sat with a new leather book on the table, he had received this from his “lover”, the one who attended to him and the servants followed the idea that if the cat was presented with some sort of activity he could release his anger out on the notebook rather than attacking any of the members of the household, including the most important Sohma, Akira. As his first ink pen broke the cat bit his bottom lip sadly and reached for a pencil which, since he was without pencil sharpener or knife, scratched with his fingers to sharpen it.

“Once upon a time there was a dark and powerful curse on the people, everyone could feel it. The power of the world had once consumed them and it brought only despair into their hearts as they felt jealous of others. Others had what they wanted, money, beauty and yet no one had their own freedom, no one was truly happy. Over time it had come hard to tell who had more and instead people compared themselves on who had less, wishing to embrace the essence of their prison stay but no one understood. There was only the darkness which was rivalled by nothing, when it came to a man's heart however the most beautiful thing was there, trust. One man carried the feeling of trust and yearned to share it with someone honorary of the title.

One day the man met a young woman and looked into her eyes, he felt that no one would understand him all believed he was uncaring since, as many he had been trapped in his prison for what seemed eternity, even those he was related to were making him aware that he was sealed away where no one could touch him, until this person. With a watery breath the man touched the woman's cheek, “Are you lost?” he inquired.

“No sir, I am not lost,” the woman replied honestly.

“Are you hungry?”the man tried again, most within prisons were famished and yet in his own prison he wanted to help others, to find some place of freedom and of refuge.

“No sir, I am not hungry but I do wish to impart upon you that...”

The door was unlocked as the darkness paused for a moment and the cat lifted his head to view his “lover”, his “caretaker”. She walked over to him and stared at the journal, “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with pity as she set down his food and then left, taking the book with her as she slipped it out of his hands.

She continued down the hallway of the main house but tripped, the book went flying but she had forgotten about the story and the book itself, she gazed up and saw it in the hands of another...