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Tsukamoto Umeko

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a character in “Fruits Basket: A New Generation”, as played by clover honey

Description

Tsukamoto Umeko
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Age: 16

Gender: Female

Deeper Descpription:
Umeko's since of style consists of jeans and nice blouses when she's not in school. Her hair is long and dark falling layers framing her face. She's distinctly picked out by the two little tails on either side of her head.

Likes:
  • Onigiri
  • Video Games
  • Soccer
  • Reading

Dislikes:
  • Anything pickled
  • Big dogs
  • Inconsiderate people
  • Being sick

Personality:
Umeko is a quiet girl but strong willed and loyal to her friends. She can be slow to warm up to people but once she considers you a friend she will do anything in her power to help them.

Special Skills:
She plays violin

History:
Umeko has lived in a neighborhood not to far from the Sohma's main house since she was a young child. She has often passed by admiring the beautiful grounds surrounding it. As she grew and began to go to school with the mysterious Sohma's she became curious of them and why they all seemed so stand offish. There has been rumors around town that Umeko has heard her whole life, especially from her grandparents who own a small book store in town. Rumors that the Sohma's were a cursed family and that anyone who associated with them would be cursed as well.

Anything Else:
Theme Song:
Katy Perry- Teenage Dream

So begins...

Tsukamoto Umeko's Story

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Character Portrait: Tsukamoto Umeko Character Portrait: Ai Sohma Character Portrait: Mikuo Sohma
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"...Thank you...", Mikuo muttered to Ai, then realised that someone else was talking to him. A brunette girl. Wait, a girl? That wasn't good. Well, to tell the truth, other people were bad news for him anyway, regardless of gender.
She had gotten his name wrong as well, not that he really cared. Ai was probably the only one who referred to him by name anyway, or anything besides 'The Cat'. It was frustrating though.

"It's Mikuo...and I'm fine, Tsukamoto-san.", he said, his voice low. Why was everyone so worried about him today? This really was weird, he had long accepted that no one would care whether he lived or died. Either that, they hated him. So having people asking if he was okay was a new feeling for him.
He tugged on his sleeves again, paranoid about this girl seeing the injuries under them. Being the centre of her attention was making him uncomfortable.
"...I should go...I'll see you later, Ai?", he muttered as he shifted his bag on his shoulder and walked to his class.
He hesitated at the door, he was already late. On the first day back as well. This was a great start, wasn't it?

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Ai smiled, somewhat understanding why he left. He waved, and yelled across the hall. "Bye, Mikuo! I love you! In a friendly way!" He added, and he actually really meant it, as he stuck his tongue out playfully and then his gaze shifted to Umeko. "Hello, Miss. Umeko Tsukamoto. You've no need to worry about Mikuo. He'll be fine," he reassured her with a warming smile.

"What are you doing wandering the halls?" He asked. "Class has already begun." Ai's smile faded to a faint smile. She's never really talked to the Sohmas before except now. Why now all of a sudden?

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Character Portrait: Tsukamoto Umeko Character Portrait: Ai Sohma Character Portrait: Mikuo Sohma Character Portrait: Raiden Sohma
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Ai crossed his arms as they walked, and he listened to every detail. "Why would you be interested in us?" He asked, and then added a bit at the end, but mainly a whisper and to himself. "we're just outcasts, people who no one enjoys except eachother,". Hoping she didn't hear, he changed the subject and threw his arms behind his head.

"The Sohma Main House is indeed beautiful, passed on generations and generations." He went silent when she went into detail about a little boy. His gaze shifted downwards and he murmured under his breath. "Raiden, or...?" He trailed off, and the air caught in his throat. He coughed a bit and then smiled. "No, it does not make you sound stupid. Just never go near him again. Try not to see him ever again. Don't let him touch you, ever again. Never." He said a bit ominously.

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Ai smiled as he saw her classroom also. "I might just skip class today. I mean, I'm normally not a class skipper, just it's interesting talking to someone who's actually into us. Normally, we're the weirdos with the different colored hair and the odd appearance, and how we constantly push girls away, and for girls, boys, which makes it difficult for people to love us." He said, having a tint of sadness to his tone. "I admire you, breaking the rules to talk to us. It's kind, and that you know inside, that we could be different." Ai said, his voice soft as they walked.

"Most people would shrug us away. Basically all we have is eachother: our parents usually completely forget us and abuse us, or are overprotective and won't let us have a life, because we're the odd Sohmas." Even though Ai felt like he was giving away too much personal information, he continued on. He felt his lips twitch into a fake smile.

"Most of us are the unlucky ones, we get abused. Rarely do I see a Sohma with a parent who is overprotective. Also, you're welcome, about worrying about you. I do it for most people's safety," he said, stopping there for a moment as he went silent for a second, he continued walking. "I guess I'm just a generally kind person, despite how people act towards me. Us." For a quick moment, he felt like hugging Umeko, just because she was just hanging around him, but he remembered that he'll transform if he does.

"I feel especially worried for Mikuo, though. I mean, he's the ca-" he stopped, his heart racing 5,000 mph as he almost blurted out the secret. "He's the mail carrier, and so I'm worried he might get hurt." Ai said, trying not to show his relief. God. What would happen if he told?

"I don't care about my well-being anyway. I'd like to die knowing I worried about someone, and tried to help them. Kindness is key for me," he said with a curt nod.

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Character Portrait: Tsukamoto Umeko Character Portrait: Ruki Sohma Character Portrait: Ai Sohma Character Portrait: Mikuo Sohma
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"Miss Umeko, please go," he said, pushing her away lightly. "We'll speak later." He said as he grabbed Ruki's hand and stormed down the hall until they were a distance away so no one would hear. He stopped and stared at her.

Ai cleared his throat and winced when she pulled his arm. He yanked it away and yelled. "He has to live with the nuisance of a SECOND curse! How would you feel if you turned into a monster like him? A smelling lizard-like creature, and constantly fear that what if you fall and the bracelet comes off? Hell's hell then! He's in a state of mind where he thinks everybody hates him, and it's because of the constant pain which he dwells in. Others whom aren't a part of the zodiac will not accept the way he is, because he must test others and see if they judge him. Most of the time, they run off, the times I've seen. He's not intentionally making people hate you. Ruki, I don't hate you," he said, his voice going soft again and quiet. "You're not a sleezy, arrogant rodent. It's just you need to socialize more. Talk to others. Let them know how you feel, and maybe they'll try to make everything better."

"I'm sorry about bringing the cat into this conversation." He said, his gaze shifting to the left, and near a window. "It's just I get protective over him. I don't want anyone to hurt him. I don't care if people hurt me." Wrapping his left hand around his right arm, he clenched the skin on his arm and then his gaze shifted towards the ground. "Ruki. You're oblivious about other people's feelings. You're not the only one going through pain, you know. Many other zodiac are probably in worse pain than you, because there's a chance that is happening. One could be be born right now, stabbed through the heart knowing that they have to be an outcast. The first time they face an act of exclusion, the first time they face abuse, is so shocking that it isn't even funny. Ruki, no one will hate you if you just show to them that they shouldn't hate you."

"I'm probably not even making sense." His head lowered solemnly to where his black bangs covered his eyes.