Pivot: Sohma or Koizumi
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Collection/Title: Pivot- Sohma or Koizumi
Rating: K
Summary: With each decision, the pivot swings differently. Mitsuru and Shigure. Never trust the charming guy in life.
Author: tokene
Sohma or Koizumi
I don't own Fruits Basket or any of the characters. No spoilers this time, really.
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In her young, romantic mind, the choice was already made.
Sitting there, teetering on the edge of her seat, Mitsuru ware barely able to suppress the urge of leaning forward to peek across the desk, over to where the files were, in her boss' hands. Her hands fidgeted, tweaking the material of her dark blue suit.
Dark blue, as her mother had taught her, was the best colour to wear when working in the office. It didn't make you lose your femininity, as brown was prone to do, nor did it highlight it a gaudy amount, which was why you should never wear a full suit of pale pink. Of course, Mitsuru's mother was an old lady who lived her life in a society where women were hardly seen at desks, and more commonly next to pails of water and laundry, but she supposed that her kaa-san had somewhat of a point. And besides, having gotten so far, Mi-chan didn't want to take any risks with her dream job.
After years of slaving over term papers and reapplying lipstick at job interviews, she was finally here. An editor at an official publishing house, ready to work with her first author. Her boss had arranged for all the official meetings, introduced her to all the right people, and with a few well placed smiles and a rather large wave of good karma, not only one, but two authors had shown interest in her.
And now the choice was in her hands.
Furukawa-san looked up from the two files, and smiled kindly at Mitsuru. He knew her type, young, brimming with excitement and romance for the job. And this one was lucky enough to actually have authors interested in her.
“So, Mitsuru-san, have you made your decision? Both Sohma-san and Koizumi-san are rather interested in taking you as their editor, as you know.”
Oh she knew.
She was sold the first moment she met him.
That smile, those eyes! Mitsuru was positive she'd never seen anyone more charming. And he was a writer! Of all the charming and handsome men she had the pleasure of meeting in her life time, less than half turned out to be vaguely intelligent, and a quarter of that interested in the literary life. There she was, thinking that things couldn't get any better, when he announced that he would most likely (“Most likely, Sohma-san?” “Aah, well, my ideas tend to be a little... Flighty.”) be a romance novel, perhaps even the first of a series.
It took all of her to stop from grinning like an idiot.
While Mi-chan genuinely loved the writing and the literature, she wouldn't be one to deny the fantasies of being together with a writer. They would work together on a book (a romance, most likely), and she would edit it, page by page, offering her witty and grammatically-correct opinion. He would laugh, and the following conversation would ensue.
“Honda-san (A completely random name), I don't think this part here should go like that.”
He would look over her shoulder, onto the page and frown thoughtfully. “Why not, Mi-chan?”
“Well, I don't think its very possible. Or feasible.”
She would turn her head to look at him, their faces inches apart, and he would smile.
“Hm, you sure? Let's test that out then...”
And he would lean in, press his warm lips on hers, and she would-
“Mitsuru-san?”
Mi-chan tried her best to pull herself back to reality, and replace that silly smile on her face with a professional one.
“I think I'll be editor to Sohma Shigure-san.”
“Are you sure? Koizumi-san took a great interest in you as well, you know.”
“I am sure, Furukawa-san. But if I may ask, what happened to Sohma-san's last editor? He's already published a few books, right?”
After a few 'mm's and a couple of 'aah's and a lot of straightening of his clothes, Furukawa realised that not replying wouldn't be an option, and there simply wasn't anything he could say to make the truth of it less startling.
“I heard that she... Well, she chose to uh. Have a career change.”
“... A career change? Well, maybe she just realised that this wasn't quite the correct path for her, right?”
“... Yes, perhaps so,” he mumbled, reluctant to be the one to pull out the fire extinguisher on her flames of enthusiasm, metaphorically speaking.
“Anyway, I'm confident that it will turn out well. Sohma-san already discussed the plans he has for A Summer's Sigh, and I quite like where it seems to be going! I think we'll be able to get a first draft of the first few chapters out by the end of the month.” She smiled, sitting up straighter.
Furukawa sighed, as he signed the papers. He knew where this would be going. Handing the file to her, he nodded. “Alright then. Update me, Mi-chan.”
Mitsuru literally jumped up from her seat, grabbing the file. “Thank you, Furukawa-san! I promise I won't let you down!”
As he watched her leave, Furukawa polished his glasses, looking down at the files in the drawer, labeled “Resigned”. A new file had just been added last month, courtesy of the same author he had just assigned his new employee to.
I hope he doesn't break Mi-chan as fast as he went through Sakura-chan. Or Rei-chan. Or Kei-kun. Or...
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A/N:
I was planning on giving Mi-chan a family name, but decided against it. Mitsuru will be Mitsuru. Nothing much else to say, really, other than Shigure really seems like a crappy deadline-meeter (laughs). Hope you enjoyed it, comments, criticism and suggestions are all welcome. Thanks for reading!
Collection/Title: Pivot- Sohma or Koizumi
Rating: K
Summary: With each decision, the pivot swings differently. Mitsuru and Shigure. Never trust the charming guy in life.
Author: tokene
Sohma or Koizumi
I don't own Fruits Basket or any of the characters. No spoilers this time, really.
- || -
In her young, romantic mind, the choice was already made.
Sitting there, teetering on the edge of her seat, Mitsuru ware barely able to suppress the urge of leaning forward to peek across the desk, over to where the files were, in her boss' hands. Her hands fidgeted, tweaking the material of her dark blue suit.
Dark blue, as her mother had taught her, was the best colour to wear when working in the office. It didn't make you lose your femininity, as brown was prone to do, nor did it highlight it a gaudy amount, which was why you should never wear a full suit of pale pink. Of course, Mitsuru's mother was an old lady who lived her life in a society where women were hardly seen at desks, and more commonly next to pails of water and laundry, but she supposed that her kaa-san had somewhat of a point. And besides, having gotten so far, Mi-chan didn't want to take any risks with her dream job.
After years of slaving over term papers and reapplying lipstick at job interviews, she was finally here. An editor at an official publishing house, ready to work with her first author. Her boss had arranged for all the official meetings, introduced her to all the right people, and with a few well placed smiles and a rather large wave of good karma, not only one, but two authors had shown interest in her.
And now the choice was in her hands.
Furukawa-san looked up from the two files, and smiled kindly at Mitsuru. He knew her type, young, brimming with excitement and romance for the job. And this one was lucky enough to actually have authors interested in her.
“So, Mitsuru-san, have you made your decision? Both Sohma-san and Koizumi-san are rather interested in taking you as their editor, as you know.”
Oh she knew.
She was sold the first moment she met him.
That smile, those eyes! Mitsuru was positive she'd never seen anyone more charming. And he was a writer! Of all the charming and handsome men she had the pleasure of meeting in her life time, less than half turned out to be vaguely intelligent, and a quarter of that interested in the literary life. There she was, thinking that things couldn't get any better, when he announced that he would most likely (“Most likely, Sohma-san?” “Aah, well, my ideas tend to be a little... Flighty.”) be a romance novel, perhaps even the first of a series.
It took all of her to stop from grinning like an idiot.
While Mi-chan genuinely loved the writing and the literature, she wouldn't be one to deny the fantasies of being together with a writer. They would work together on a book (a romance, most likely), and she would edit it, page by page, offering her witty and grammatically-correct opinion. He would laugh, and the following conversation would ensue.
“Honda-san (A completely random name), I don't think this part here should go like that.”
He would look over her shoulder, onto the page and frown thoughtfully. “Why not, Mi-chan?”
“Well, I don't think its very possible. Or feasible.”
She would turn her head to look at him, their faces inches apart, and he would smile.
“Hm, you sure? Let's test that out then...”
And he would lean in, press his warm lips on hers, and she would-
“Mitsuru-san?”
Mi-chan tried her best to pull herself back to reality, and replace that silly smile on her face with a professional one.
“I think I'll be editor to Sohma Shigure-san.”
“Are you sure? Koizumi-san took a great interest in you as well, you know.”
“I am sure, Furukawa-san. But if I may ask, what happened to Sohma-san's last editor? He's already published a few books, right?”
After a few 'mm's and a couple of 'aah's and a lot of straightening of his clothes, Furukawa realised that not replying wouldn't be an option, and there simply wasn't anything he could say to make the truth of it less startling.
“I heard that she... Well, she chose to uh. Have a career change.”
“... A career change? Well, maybe she just realised that this wasn't quite the correct path for her, right?”
“... Yes, perhaps so,” he mumbled, reluctant to be the one to pull out the fire extinguisher on her flames of enthusiasm, metaphorically speaking.
“Anyway, I'm confident that it will turn out well. Sohma-san already discussed the plans he has for A Summer's Sigh, and I quite like where it seems to be going! I think we'll be able to get a first draft of the first few chapters out by the end of the month.” She smiled, sitting up straighter.
Furukawa sighed, as he signed the papers. He knew where this would be going. Handing the file to her, he nodded. “Alright then. Update me, Mi-chan.”
Mitsuru literally jumped up from her seat, grabbing the file. “Thank you, Furukawa-san! I promise I won't let you down!”
As he watched her leave, Furukawa polished his glasses, looking down at the files in the drawer, labeled “Resigned”. A new file had just been added last month, courtesy of the same author he had just assigned his new employee to.
I hope he doesn't break Mi-chan as fast as he went through Sakura-chan. Or Rei-chan. Or Kei-kun. Or...
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A/N:
I was planning on giving Mi-chan a family name, but decided against it. Mitsuru will be Mitsuru. Nothing much else to say, really, other than Shigure really seems like a crappy deadline-meeter (laughs). Hope you enjoyed it, comments, criticism and suggestions are all welcome. Thanks for reading!