Tohru blew a soft sigh and wiped her forehead. She beamed happily. "Ah! I finally finished!" she cheered contentedly. She had completed all of the chores for the entire week, and cooked dinner for the others. She picked up the basket of clothes. "I just need to put these away," she said to herself determinedly. She yelped in surprise when someone spoke.
"What're you doing?" she spun around quickly and slipped. She closed her eyes and awaited impact, but felt herself clash with something soft and firm. She hastily opened her eyes, and there was a sudden burst of orange smoke, and an adorable but temperamental ginger cat sat before her, glaring irritably.
"Ah! K—Kyou-kun! I'm so sorry! Y—you startled me! I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful—" she ranted whilst bowing repeatedly to the ferocious feline before her.
"Hey, stop it," Kyou snapped. The girl paused and stared nervously at the endearing and irritable cat with a fearful sense of foreboding. "It wasn't your fault, so quit apologizing, idiot." He admonished her. Tohru laughed sheepishly and bent down to pick up the orange cat. "Hey—!" Kyou began.
"Thank you for catching me, Kyou-kun!" she beamed at the cat and hugged him. The cat's eyes widened and he flushed crimson. He looked away, scowling at nothing. There was another rupture of smoke, and before the brunette stood a naked Sohma. She squealed and turned away, blushing and fidgeting nervously, stuttering apologies. The boy rolled his eyes, although he was blushing as well. He reluctantly grabbed her hand and spun her around, and then gently pressed his lips against hers.
Tohru's turquoise eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment. Slowly, Kyou broke the kiss, appearing even more flustered than even Tohru. "S—sorry," he muttered, preparing to depart. The female grabbed his arm.
"Kyou, wait," she said weakly. The redhead turned around and the brunette leant up on her tiptoes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. She beamed at him. "I guess I should go finish my last chore." She dismissed herself. Hatori knocked on the door at that precise moment. His visible snake-like eye flashed to the flustered redhead, who had a hand covering his mouth and his brownish-red eyes were wide.
"Kyou," he muttered quietly. "Are you ill? You're red."