Alright everyone I thought up a new story line so I'm gonna suck up working on two stories at once and just do it. That away if I get writers block for one I can at least work on the other one. I hope you guys like this one as much as my others.

I thought up this story while I was at the Lake of the Ozarks for Memorial Day and I couldn't help but make a story about it. So most of the stuff in here is real by the way and I truly to have to say the neighborhood is really nice to you when you first move in, I like it.
Oh, and if anyone from Missouri reads my stories and also goes to the Lake of the Ozarks, you know how cool this lake is, don't you?
But also, this story was made out of boredom as well.
ENJOY!

Summary:

Yuki bought a lake house and moved in for the summer. He had been the Ozarks before and he loved it so much he wanted to buy a house for the summer and weekends when he just needed to get away. Everything seemed to be going very well, until he starts getting to know his new neighbors and goes to a party that might open new doors to the future of relationships.

Hope it sounds good and I hope you like reading it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Fruits Basket characters. They are not mine! If they were, I don't think many people who don't like the nature of BL and read it would like it as they do now. But I do own my own characters, if I add any I'm not sure yet, and story line so NO STEALING THOSE!

Warning: This is BL (boy love). If you don't like, please do NOT read on from here. Because if you read something that is hurtful to your eyes and mind, you poor little child you, it will not be my fault for your trip to the emergency room, so don't bill me because I won't pay it. I might want you to lose your sight for skipping this long warning.
This story will contain a lemon, in later chapters though.

Well, without any further ado, here you are the first chapter!


He drove down the long curved paved road trying to reach his destination. His dark mauve hair was blowing from the wind coming in from his rolled down window of his red '04 Mustang. His wheels rolling smoothly along the heated pavement from the burning sun. He would try to swerve when he could so he didn't hit a crossing turtle; they were really common this time of year around the lake. He passed one of the local bar and grill, 'Traffic Jam', meaning he was getting closer to his objective, his new summer house.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was. It was extremely rare that someone just looking to buy a house on lake actually got one, and he did. He had come to look at it and make sure it was to his liking a week before and it was.

He prepared everything the whole week so that things would be in order when he got there the weekend after, making him feel more at home. All he needed to do when he got there was unpack some clothes he had brought along and then just relax; nothing more, nothing less.

Because he was working on his house so much he wasn't able to say hello to the neighbors when they would wave at him or try a conversation with him. He had to get the house done before he settled down.

He came upon his first turn off, getting closer and closer to his house. As he made his way down the road he saw more and more road-kill. Troubling how careless animal could be down here with all the noise. Before long he came to his last turn off, making it only a few more miles till he would be at his home. The young man could feel himself jumping in his seat.

The next few miles went by like nothing. Before he knew it he could hear the water outside of his car. He drove up a little hill and something caught his site out of the corner of his eye. There it was, beautiful, large, deep, and full of boats and jet-skis. The lake amazed him every time he set eyes on it, no matter how busy it was.

He came to a fork in the road and choose one path, though it really just went in a huge circle so it didn't exactly matter which way. He passed several houses that had people outside either just sitting or working on something. He hoped he would be able to get to know the people since they would be neighbors soon enough.

After passing a few more houses he finally recognized the one house he had seen all week that he worked in; his house. He pulled down the drive way which was also two others driveway's as well. He backed in under his cover over the driveway and parked. He got out of his car and breathed in the scent of the fresh water, though it did have a bit of fish in it. He walked to the side of his house and down the side rock steps all the way down to his boat house. He closed his eyes and listened to the water roll up against the sea wall. "Yes," Yuki said, "this is the relaxation I have needed."

After some time of walking around his inside his new house he had finally been able to suppress the little child that kept hopping up down so that he could actually just be able to relax. As he was about to walk down the stairs of his house he heard a knock on his front door. "Surprise visitors," he thought. "How wonderful." He didn't know whether to be happy for the visitors or be mad at them for trying to ruin his day. Either way he walked across his kitchen to answer the door. "Yes?" Yuki asked opening the door.

In the doorway stood a man, with arms crossed, a slight slouch in his stand, and he wasn't even looking at the door, he was looking at something to the right of him. Yuki found his hair rather interesting, black and white, a little more different than his own. Yuki looked him over and noticed he was wearing tight midnight blue jeans with a black belt that had mini silver spikes on it, black boots that went over his jeans, his black tank top was also tight, but what it said on it confused Yuki a bit. It read 'Get OUT of my ASS you BASTARD' in a font you couldn't read very clearly. The reason it confused him was that, plainly, he didn't get it. He didn't know what to think of it, but as the guy turned toward him, coming out of his day-dream, he just dropped the thought. He wasn't going to ask him about, hell he didn't even now the guy. "Yo," the guys said plainly.

"Ah, hello," Yuki said. "Can I help you?"

"I guess," he said scratching the back of his neck with one hand as the other went to settle on his waist so gracefully. "I'm here to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm your neighbor over there." He pointed his thumb to his left and Yuki leaned out of his door a little to look at the house. "What's your name?"

"It's Yuki," he answered. "And yours?"

"Oh, mine's Hatsuharu, but everyone just calls me Haru," said the neighbor cracking a smile or was it a smirk, Yuki couldn't really tell.

"Well," Yuki started. "I thank you for coming by and the welcome, but I was in the middle of something." He started to close the door. He didn't know why but for some reason he felt anxious at the moment.

"Hey, I also had a question," Haru said before Yuki could get the door closed. Yuki opened it back up and looked at the guy standing before him. "On Friday I'm having a Margarita Party at my house, just next door. Everyone in the neighborhood is going to be there and I want to invite you as well."

Yuki was a little taken aback, he had only actually been living there not a day and he was already invited to a party, a drinking party no less. "It sounds like a lot of fun," Yuki said.

"Oh, it is, trust me," Haru said. "So, shall I expect you there?"

Yuki thought it over a second and then nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Why not? It's an easy way to meet new people."

"Great," Haru said. "Trust me, you'll love it here."

"I'll take your word on that for now," Yuki called after him as he walked across the rocks to his house. Yuki got back in the house and closed the door. He walked across the kitchen to his calendar and looked at the dates. He wrote on Friday of that week, 'party at Haru's'. He forgot that he didn't ask a time, but he wasn't concerned with that right now. It was Wednesday, so he still had time to ask.

Yuki put down the pen and walked back down the stairs, starting his first mission yet again. When he was at the bottom he turned to his right and opened the porch door. He closed it behind him and walked out to a chair around the table. He pulled it out and sat in it, putting his feet up on top of the table, arms resting across his stomach. "Sure it's relaxing, but it feels a bit lonely too," Yuki thought looking out across the lake. He watched one of the jet-skis come up on a big wave, probably made from a house boat, and jump it, almost getting his jet-ski straight in the air he started to come down to the water. The back of the jet-ski hit the water coming straight back down Yuki thought it was going to turn over, but the rider caught himself and leaned forward a bit making the jet-ski level out and go off across the water again, down the busy channel. "I want one of those so badly," Yuki said.

"Then why not get one," a voice called from his right.

Yuki was started and jumped up from his seat as he saw yet another man coming into view. What really got Yuki is that he just walked up on his porch without his permission, he didn't understand this at all. Yuki was still a bit started to do anything, looking at this guy before him was as if he pulled into a trance. He wore black flip-flops, baggy cargo tan pants with a long dark belt that hung down the side of his leg, his shirt was tight, but not as tight as the guy before him, it read 'Bite Me' on the front. 'What is it with these novelty shirts?' Yuki thought. But what really caught Yuki's attention was his face, his skin tone was a beautiful tan and his hair was orange, truly it did not look bad on him at all, it almost seemed to fit him. But Yuki was a little caught off guard by his eyes, crimson red, but Yuki shook the thought away as it being colored contacts, grant he himself had purple for some reason he had yet to understand.

"What's with all the staring?" the visitor said placing one hand on his hips and the other hanging limp.

Yuki snapped back into it. "I…I should be asking the questions around here," he stated. "I mean I was relaxing and…and, and you came up and startled me. On my own property no less."

"Settle down," he said putting his hands up in defense. "I saw you moved in and decided to come say hi. Welcome you to the neighborhood or whatever."

"Doesn't give you right to walk up to me on my porch," Yuki said. "I don't even know you."

"Lively little man aren't you," the orange head replied crossing his arms over his chest and a smirk starting to form on his lips. "Well, anyway. I'm Kyo." He stuck out a hand to Yuki.

Yuki looked at it hesitantly but then took it all the same. "I'm Yuki," he answered. When he took his hand it felt pleasantly warm, he didn't exactly want to let it go, but of course Kyo pulled his hand away first. "What were you saying awhile ago? About why not buy it?"

Kyo got a confused looked on his face but it ceased when he said, "Oh, yeah. You were saying something about wanting a jet-ski right?"

"Well, yeah," Yuki said. "I rode one last time I was up here and I had a blast and everyone out there," he pointed out toward the water, "they are mocking me because I don't have one yet."

Kyo looked out on the water. He didn't say anything but the silence between the two was very thick. But soon Kyo couldn't hold it in any longer and he clasped a hand over his mouth suppressing a laugh that almost needed to come out. Only his hand couldn't hold it any longer and started to laugh out loud in front of Yuki.

Yuki was very confused right then and anger started to build up in him. "Why the hell are you laughing?" he asked crossing his arms over his middle. "Are you making fun of me or something?"

Kyo finally started to calm down and he was able to talk. "No, nothing like that," Kyo said in spurts as he tried to get his air back. He finally got his composure back and looked up at Yuki who was glaring right at him. "Well, maybe just a little bit."

"What the hell do you mean?" Yuki asked getting even more upset. "I said nothing funny at all!"

"I believe you did," Kyo said slowly. Yuki said nothing but his glare got a bit harder. Kyo sighed and took a few steps toward him and then knelt down to his level, a mere few inches from each other. He slung an arm around the back of Yuki's neck and turned him so he would look out to the water again and not glare at him. Kyo stretched his other arm out in front of both of them as if presenting the view. "Everyone out there," he began, "they are having fun. You can see that in how they ride their jet-skis, whether it be beginners or extreme riders, they all show how much fun they are having. They intimidate each other to ride longer, stronger, and harder so that they can help the other person that they are pushing." Kyo looked out of the corner of his eye at Yuki and noticed the glare disappearing. A huge relief sigh expelled from Kyo's lungs. "Over there," he pointed out, "the one on the red."

"Yeah, I see them," Yuki said. There was a red jet-ski basically sitting out in the middle of the water almost in the busy channel where they could get tipped over doing that. Even from this distance you could tell the rider was having some issues and they didn't look like they were doing so well. "What about it?"

"He's not having fun," Kyo said plainly. He was right too. The rider was extremely pissed off. He couldn't do anything with all these waves around; he was a beginner coming out to an intermediate level, especially on the waves was it hard to accomplish that. "But he will." Soon enough a green jet-ski rode up along side of the red one and they seemed to be in deep conversation, which seemed kind of odd from where they were floating. The green one seemed to be coaxing the red one to do something, other than just wade there.

"I don't think he's going to do it," Yuki said.

Kyo smirked. "Oh you of little faith," he said.

Yuki turned to look at Kyo. "What do mean, 'oh you of little faith'?" he asked. "It's not like I don't have faith in the guy but he's not doing anything. He doesn't even seem interested."

Kyo turned his gaze to Yuki as he said the words. "He doesn't seem interested because no one gave him a push," Kyo said. Kyo's arm that hung on Yuki's neck reached its hand around and grabbed Yuki under the chin to turn back to the two talking, then it hung limp on his opposite shoulder. "Just keep watching."

Yuki took a quick glance at the arm around his shoulders. What the hell? We just met and he keeps talking and doing things like we're all buddy-buddy. I just don't get this guy. Yuki looked back out to the water. But then again, I don't mind the company at all. I just move here and already I got a friend, I think. As Yuki began to watch the two talking suddenly the green one speed off a few feet and stopped, turning around, waiting for the red one, which followed right behind him. Jumping wave after wave. They went down the cove and then out of it as they came back to the mouth of it. "Well, I'll be," Yuki said.

"See?" Kyo said, "even the most stubborn people can have fun doing thing they don't think they'll have fun doing because it didn't go their way the first time."

"How did you know?" Yuki asked.

"Well, when you get a boat and/or jet-ski something happens to you when you get it in the water and start riding it," Kyo said not taking his eyes off of the water.

"Oh? And what exactly happens?" Yuki asked looking back at him.

"When you're on the water it's like everyone out there with you is your family or friends and you become friendly; even if you were the most miserable person in the world and you got a house on the lake and started riding it you would become extremely friendly. Trust me, I've seen it happen to the best," Kyo explained.

"And who did you see it happen to?" Yuki asked, curiosity getting the best of him. After saying that though, all Yuki wanted to do was take it back. Kyo face softened for the worse, his eyes almost seemed sad when Yuki looked at them, he could feel Kyo tense as his arm lay across his shoulders.

Yuki was about to apologize when Kyo looked down to the wooded porch, but Kyo said something first that really made him want to take it back. "Me," Kyo said looking back up at Yuki. His eyes were sad as they looked straight at him; he almost looked as if he was going to cry.

Yuki wondered how bad his past really was to make this happy-go-lucky, friendly, cool neighbor of his to go teary-eyed in this little amount of time. But the look on Kyo's face didn't stay like that long. His eyes shifted to what was behind Yuki, his face painted with a smirk.

"Already moving in on the new guy?" a voice asked from behind Yuki. He turned to look who it was as Kyo stood up, placing both hands securely on his hips. "Kind of early don't you think?"

"Oh, hey Haru," Yuki said standing up. "Nice to see you again." He gave Haru a light smile. "Did you need something else?"

"Something else?" Kyo asked cocking an eyebrow looking at Haru. Along with his smirk it gave him the cocky look he needed. "What does that mean?"

Haru grinned and put his hands up in his innocence. "Not what you're thinking," Haru said. He took a few steps forward toward the two.

"Oh, and how would you know what I'm thinking?" Kyo asked as Haru kept getting closer.

"I have my ways," Haru answered smugly standing right up to Kyo. The two started in a stare-off, not glaring but just staring at each other.

This was making Yuki very uncomfortable at the moment. He felt he had to do something. "Guys?" Yuki asked. "Are you okay?" Neither of the two moved. Yuki was starting to get annoyed by the two; he had to break up this stare-down. He wasn't sure how to exactly because he just met the two but he did think he knew Kyo a little better so with all his pent up annoyance he pushed Kyo, making him stumble for his balance. Unfortunately he didn't regain his balance in the fall and he literally fell to the ground.

Kyo was caught a little off guard and in the fall he reached out for something to stop his fall. He did grab something but it wasn't sturdy and it fell along with him. Little did he know that what he grabbed was a person. When he fell on the ground he fell hard and then the weight just landed on top of him, even harder. He opened his eyes and noticed that it was a person, though he couldn't tell what it was so he let his eyes focus a little more. His shock of a body on top of him turned into irritation toward the person. "Get the hell off," he said pushing the body aside off of him. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "That fucking hurt like hell." He turned to the boy laying next to him, who seemed to be getting comfortable in the position he was in. "Why the hell did you fall on my Haru?"

Haru looked up from relaxed position. "You were the one that pulled me idiot," Haru said. "If you have anyone to blame it's yourself."

Yuki didn't know that he had pushed Kyo that hard or that he would have grabbed Haru. He knelt down in front of Kyo and asked, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to push you all the way over."

Kyo turned from Haru who almost seemed to be trying to go to sleep and looked up at the concerned guy in front of him. "Yeah, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me alright?" Kyo explained.

"But you did say it hurt. You said, 'that fucking hurt like hell' in fact," Yuki said confidently. "Explain that tough guy."

"Natural reaction I have," Kyo explained. "Drop it."

Yuki glared at Kyo and then turned to Haru. "What are you doing back here anyway?" Yuki asked him.

Haru turned and laid on his side to face Yuki, the natural bored look on his face. "Just wanted to tell you more information on the party on Friday," Haru said ending his sentence with a yawn.

"Oh I see," Yuki said. "And what would that information be?"

"Just to bring your swim suit, of course, and that it starts at 6, but you can show up any time that is convenient to you," Haru said with a trivial smile. "The basics."

"Well, I was just going to ask you later about the time."

"I wouldn't have been home, not until Friday." Haru sat up stretched his back making an attempt to wake up a little more.

"Oh? And why not?"

"I have to get supplies for Friday and I'm meeting some family on the strip today. They were staying at a hotel there until I can get thing ready for them here."

"Family?" Kyo asked looking over at Haru quizzically. He started to get back on his feet again, the ground was not the comfortable for him.

"Yeah you know, my brother and sister," Haru answered standing up and brushing himself off.

"Oh yeah I remember them from last year," Kyo said. "Wait, you're letting them come to the party?"

"Well, yeah. Sure my sister isn't old enough, but she won't drink anyway. You know how she is about that kind of stuff," Haru said putting his hands on his hips as he gave him don't-you-know-anything look.

"Well, yeah I understand she wouldn't, but you're brother," Kyo said looking at Haru. "You know he's just going to whine and moan for one."

"And I'm not letting him have one," Haru said amply. "I remember last year's party, total disaster."

"What happened?" Yuki asked getting back into the conversation.

"Well, my brother wasn't quite of legal drinking age but I was going to let him have some fun that night and I made him a strawberry one," Haru started. "When he got that one down he kept asking for more, which everyone gave him, not just me." He shot a look at Kyo. "You gave him the last one."

"I had no idea how many he had down before then," Kyo said crossing his arms. "Don't you blame me for your brother almost dieing."

"He almost died?" Yuki said dumbfounded. "What happened?"

"Well, after his last one he wanted to go for a swim, and he thought he could go for a swim," Haru said running a hand through his hair. "But with that much alcohol at once and then trying to swim he could coordinate swimming motions. He almost drowned that night, but we were able to save him." Haru sighed and eyed Yuki. "You would think after something like that you would be scared as hell to drink around the lake, but not my brother. When he got sober he said, 'I can't wait till next year'. Can you believe that one?"

"Not really," Yuki said. "I wouldn't even be able to look at water right. Who saved him?"

"You know him," Haru said. He slung an arm around Kyo's next. "You're hero is Kyo here. The best swimmer I've seen, even when he's been drinking."

"You can swim drunk?" Yuki asked almost doubtful, but maybe with a little hope.

"I wasn't drunk, idiot," Kyo said pushing Haru's arm off, "I just had a little bit to drink, that's all."

"Okay whatever you say," Haru said putting his hands behind his head. "Well, anyway," Haru looked at his watch, "I got to go see the kids. I'll be back on Friday around noon if ya need me. Later." He gave them and wave and then walked off the side stairs of Yuki's deck to go back to his house.

"Well," Yuki said. "I can see my stay here on the lake isn't going to be a dull one."

"Oh and you thought it was?" Kyo asked looking down at him.

"Didn't know I would have such lively neighbors. That just makes it all the better," Yuki said with a smirk.

"Sure, if you say so," Kyo answered. "Well, shit, I'm sorry I can't stay but I got some work to do."

"Work?" Yuki asked leaning up against the chair he stood beside.

"Yeah, my jet-ski needs a new battery," Kyo answered. "I'm going to go get one in town."

"I see," Yuki said. "Have fun."

"Tons," Kyo answered sarcastically.

Yuki gave a little grin at the comment but then it dropped when he realized that once Kyo left he would be alone, again. Even though that's why he came up here, he didn't exactly want to do that after all the excitement of meeting his neighbors.

Kyo saw Yuki's face dropped and he guessed it would be because he was leaving. Though it wasn't any condolence for him he just could leave him hanging there. I mean, he was new in the neighborhood. "Yuki," Kyo said. Yuki perked up on call of his name. "Since you don't know this place around here very much, how about you come with me into town."

"Really?" Yuki asked. "I don't want to be a burden.

"You won't be," Kyo answered. "And besides I need the company sometimes." He turned to his house. "I'm ready to leave, let's go."

"Sure, just let me get some things real quick," Yuki said. "I'll meet you up front."

Kyo nodded and walked off the deck the opposite way Haru did and up to the front to start his vehicle. Yuki had gone inside to lock up and grab his wallet. Upon locking his front door he walked over to Kyo's house, which was just one of the neighbors that shared his curved drive way.

Kyo stood there standing next to his black Ford 150. "Ready?"

Yuki nodded and got into the passenger side as Kyo got in the drive's seat. "It smells new," Yuki stated. "Is it?"

"Oh no," Kyo said turning the key and starting it up. "I've had it for at least a year. Best vehicle I ever bought. Big trucks are a must."

"You like them big?" Yuki asked giving him an innocent face.

Hearing the question he turned to the shotgun-riding passenger and gave him a did-you-just-say-what-I-think-you-said look. Yuki didn't quite understand why he was being looked at like that. "You did not just ask that did you?" Kyo asked.

"What?" Yuki asked. What the hell does he mean all I said was 'you like them big?' that's it. That's all I sai...oh shit, I get it. Yuki hit his forehead and drug his hand down his face. "Okay, I get it. That's not what I meant by the way. I was asking about the truck."

Kyo just shook his head and turned back to the windshield and put the ford into drive to start up the driveway. After he pulled on the circle road he said, "Besides, isn't that a bit of a personal question?"

Yuki looked up at him only seeing a smirk from the side as Kyo drove up the hill to the main road. Yuki just intern smile and looked out his window at the tree getting that one last look of the lake from the road. And I still have the rest of the summer with this crazy cast of people. He stole a glance at Kyo, who was messing with the radio as he drove. And this is only the first couple of hours. I can't wait for the rest. Yuki sighed and pushed Kyo's hand away from the knobs on the dash and started doing it himself. After one argument of music choices, which were almost similar, they agreed on a station and then started listening along to the music and talking as they made there way into town looking for a battery for a jet-ski. That ride was the one ride that made these two friends, close friends, but for the future who knows what's in store for them.

Only time will tell how close I actually get to him. Can I actually get him to like me like I like him?


Well, here is my forth story, I hope you like my idea behind it.
But who was the person that said that last line in italics? Was it Kyo or Yuki? You make some guesses and we'll see who's right in the next few chapters, maybe the next one who knows how long I'm going to prolong this relationship.
I made this chapter long because once again I am back at the lake and my muses went crazy.

I probably won't be updating as much as I should because since it's summer and I'm stuck with dial-up and that sucks when uploading chapters, and with this month being June it's a bit hectic.

To my reviewers of my other story that is also going 'Lords and Vassals' I apologize that I haven't updated in a long, long time. But after that chapter came out I got this idea and started writing this chapter and storyline. Then I got grounded for 1-3 weeks, no computer, no phone, no TV, no music, no friends, but I'm back and ready to write.

Anyway, I hope you like this story and if you want more chapters you better give me at LEAST 5 reviews! Or no chapter, you're choice.