Background: This is a series of Yuki x Machi stories since they are my favorite couple from Fruits Basket, and I have had Fruits Basket on the brain lately. Some will be short, some long. Expect fluff, humor, randomness…rated T since there may be some more heavy stuff in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of the characters.

Chapter 1: It's not only her…

Machi glanced at the key in her right hand. She stared at the apartment door right in front of her. Exams had finished, and she had some down time. She figured this would be a good weekend to visit Yuki.

In her left hand, Machi had a gift for her boyfriend. She knew he liked to garden, so she thought a small herb planter would be good for his apartment.

She sighed, feeling stupid for being nervous. She rang the doorbell first, in case Yuki was home. She waited for a few minutes, but didn't hear any movement inside. Yuki had mentioned he had classes until 5 on Fridays, but Machi wanted an excuse to not use the key. She fitted the key into the lock and turned it, hearing the click of the lock being opened.

Machi entered the apartment, turning a light on, since Yuki had the curtains closed. She took off her shoes and entered the living room area. She placed the plant on the coffee table. She sat down on the loveseat, wondering what to do until Yuki arrived. The neatness started to bug her, but she knew she couldn't trash Yuki's place. She glanced at the small kitchen, and came up with the idea to cook a small meal for the two of them to take her mind off things.

Machi found a bag of rice in the cupboard, but it looked barely used. Now she had to find the rice cooker. After opening every cupboard, it was no where to be found. Perhaps Yuki hadn't unpacked it? Machi wandered to the hall, glancing at the small coat closet. As she placed a hand on the doorknob, she heard the front door open.

"Machi?" Yuki called. "You're here?" He sounded happy. His footsteps became louder.

"I-I'm not checking up on you or anything," Machi immediately defended herself. "I finished exams and just thought I would say hi."

Yuki now stood next to her, smiling. "I'm happy to see you, Machi."

Machi blushed red, and looked away. "Anyway, I wanted to cook you a meal, but I couldn't find your rice cooker. I was about to check your closet –" She opened the door.

"Ah, Machi, wait-!"

A pile of garbage came flowing out, as high as Machi's waist. There was still more in the closet. Machi couldn't help but stare at the sight in front of her.

"Um, so I have been meaning to tell you…" Yuki began.

"Yuki, are you actually a messy person?" Machi asked, giving him a sideways glance.

Yuki's silence was all the answer Machi needed. Smiling, she stood on her tip toes and gave Yuki a gentle kiss on the lips, surprising him. Quickly, her face turned stoic again and she glanced in another direction. "Now, the rice cooker…" Yuki heard her mumble.

Yuki turned her back around and kissed her. Machi blushed, but didn't stop him. Kissing him gave her feelings she never imagined.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Yuki and Machi jumped apart at the sudden shout.

"Yun-Yun, you pervert! What are you doing with my little sister? I knew it! I knew you are actually an incredible pervert!" Kakeru yelled.

"Manabe! What are you doing here?" Machi was angry.

"Not to mention just enter without knocking!" Yuki was equally annoyed.

"I saw Machi walking, and figured you must be going to see Yun-Yun. And there was no way a good big brother like me wouldn't keep an eye on her little sister from being attacked by the mega-perverts." Kakeru was now closer to them. "And see I was right, see, I –" Kakeru's voice trailed off when he saw the pile of trash coming out of the closet.

"Machi?"

"Not me." Machi replied stoically.

Kakeru stared at the garbage. Then he looked at the two of them. "Man, I feel sorry for my future nephew. He's going to inherit the messiness gene, isn't he?"

Author notes: So a bit of foreboding to Mutsuki. I partly want to focus on the inbetween of the end of Fruits Basket and the start of Fruits Basket Another, but I may throw in some high school stories every now and then. Thanks for reading.