His Royal Randomness

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or its wonderful, sweet (some), and hot guys… XD

1- Wouldn't It?

"Wouldn't it be weird if our clothes felt what we did?"

"WHAT?" Sohma Yuki answered immediately, looking up and dropping nearly every single one of the papers he had just worked his ass off for three-straight-friggin' hours. He quickly made a grab for the about-to-be-thrown-on-the-floor papers and made it just in time so that he wouldn't have to spend another three hours after school to straighten them out.

Now to what his psychotic friend has to say.

"I said, wouldn't it be weird if our clothes felt what we did?" Manabe Kakeru asked seriously, with a straight face, to less!! His cheek rested on the palm of his head as he had his elbow propped up on the desk.

Yuki felt his head connect with the wooden desk.

"Hey, Yun-Yun, you alright?" Kakeru asked, once again, seriously. How the heck was he able to ask such stupid nonsense with a straight face??!!

Yuki lifted his now-suddenly heavy head up and nodded slowly. He turned to his friend and then, asked, "How the heck do you do that?"

Kakeru played innocent, "Do what?" This time, he allowed a grin to be smeared on his almost-always-joking face. When Yuki didn't answer (glaring daggers at him instead), Kakeru started to pout and poke the student council president non-stop. "C'mon, Yun-Yunnnnn!!" he pleaded, "Tell meeeeeee!!"

Yuki only sighed and started to straighten out the papers once again.

"Fine! Don't tell me, then Yun-Yun!!" Kakeru said, changing his mind as he turned around to face the wall n front of him, arms crossed. A few minutes passed without another word – only the sound of Yuki shuffling the papers into order was heard – until Kakeru turned around suddenly and asked, "Aren't you going to answer me?"

Yuki raised an eyebrow, completely forgetting about the earlier asked question. "What are you talking about?" he asked, setting the papers aside.

"AWWWW!! YUN-YUN MUST BE TURNING OLD ENOUGH TO FORGET ABOUT WHAT I JUST ASKEDDDDD!!!" Kakeru's extremely loud voice broke the silence as Yuki felt a vein on his forehead pop.

A couple seconds and Kakeru was lying on the cool floor, withering with pain as a goose-shaped egg grew on top of his head.

"That's enough out of you, Kakeru," Yuki answered, getting up and brushing invisible dirt off his clothes.

Kakeru, too, got up and started to his temporary desk. He then, without any words, started to actually sort his things out and place them in his school bag.

Yuki watched his friend work on packing with a raised eyebrow. Had he given the blow a bit too…much? "Oi Kakeru…?" he started, "Are you alright?"

Kakeru's head was bowed down, bangs covering his eyes and leaving no expression on his face when suddenly, he looked up with crocodile tears in his eyes, clinging onto Yuki. "Why won't you answer me??" he wailed.

He really did feel like smacking his head right about now. Kakeru would never learn. "Kakeru…" he started once again, this time bringing down a blow on top of the head, "It's getting late. We should go…"

Kakeru, still crying out those "tears", nodded and followed Yuki out the door.

That night, at dinner, Yuki dared to ask the same question.

Author's Note: 535 words. Hm… A weird piece based on that weird question… I actually asked that to my sister and she laughed really hard… This is my first collection, so please be kind to me. And um… I'll probably need advice too… So if you're willing to lend some advice, feel free to do so! Thank you! And please review!