A/N: I'm sorry, I just don't like my Hatori to be paired up with someone as Mayuko Shiraki. I'm sorry to all fans out there, but they do look good together but for my own perspective, Hatori needs a super woman . So I made up a character for him that suits him better in my opinion. I'm so sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any characters for that matter, well except for the new character that will appear to be Hatori Sohma's love interest. The names and events are all from the author's imagination and were not driven from life.

WHEN LIFE GETS TWISTED

By Jjampong

1. Bad Night

He must be the unluckiest guy in the world when it comes to relationship. Like tonight, for example. His dearest Mayuko cancelled their wedding for some reasons he couldn't understand. He just chose not to understand. He's miserable right now. He didn't even know where he was going after she left him in that damn restaurant! He's been walking for hours now, this late at night. When she called him and wanted to talk to him about something, it never occurred in his mind that it would be this terrible… so… heartbreaking. He almost went out of his wits! What now?! Damn it! His last pack of cigarette dried out. His chest's hurting so much he wanted to scream!

"You asshole! You think you can beat me?! No way! Hell no!"

A fuming voice caught his attention somewhere. At least, he's still conscious about his surroundings. Or is he? There in his front, he saw a woman cursing and kicking the lamppost as if it was a human. He could tell she was drunk because of her 'wobbly' actions and… ahm behavior.

"I know… oh yes! I know you're laughing at me but I tell you, you win today but…" She frown a little and circled her right forefinger on the air as if finding the right words to say to the poor, innocent lamppost. "Come back is real!" She shouted.

He was stunned, eyebrows in line… amused by her choice of words. It's amazing how this lady made him forgot his distress for a little while. Well, only for a little while because it came back again and this time it became more painful than ever. Maybe, he could drink too. To ease the heavy feelings squelching his heart.

"Ahh! I couldn't believe I'd lose to you, you dirty, scheming, lying son of a bitch! Huh! Ya' hear that! I can curse too!" One more kick to the lampposts then he heard her cursed again because of the pain. "What?! You dirty—you're fighting back at me?! Let's see who's stronger… c'mon! Don't be a sissy! Come here!" Her fists clamped and positioned herself in the most hilarious fighting style ever. She looked like an idiot. He didn't know if he's going to be a good citizen and help the woman in her moment of insanity or leave her in that state because life must go on.

He surveyed her from head to toe. She was wearing a typical office attire, dull white color blouse and a caramel knee-length pencil cut skirt. She looked professional, somehow. And unlike him, she's not really miserable but more like desperate to kill someone. Her tied hair was messed up and she's really drunk because she's now involving herself in a comical brawl with the lamppost, hurting herself in the process. Annoyed by the sound of her shrieking in agony he decided to be a good citizen and approach the woman.

He cleared his throat and placed himself in a safe distance to avoid any unlikely circumstances that will filth his dignity as a man. The woman turned to him with blazing eyes, absolutely irritated with the sudden disturbance from her… well… combat mode.

"If you don't want to get yourself hurt, go away! You want to rot in jail?! I can do that, you know. I'm a lawyer and I can always accuse you of sexual harassment!" she roared.

The corner of his mouth twitch in a suppressed smile. This lady is… really something.

"As a good civilian of this country, miss. I'm bound to offer you an assistance." He gave her a polite smile. He knew she was having a bad night like him too. That's what he reminded himself.

The moping lady was still glaring at him. He realize she's not as plain as he thought she would be. Because of the far distance before and the dim lit street he couldn't clearly see her face but now that he's close enough… she was… apparently attractive. She's not wearing any make up, but still.

She let go of the post and grab his collar. She's not as tall as Mayuko, maybe she's about 157 cm tall and he's totally towering above her. He knew she was tiptoeing herself up but she can't get close enough to his face and she can smell the fainted alcohol from her breath.

"Listen you, colossal BEING! Whatever your problem is, you don't have the right to interrupt me! That's invasion of privacy!" she scolded, struggling in her grip.

Colossal, what? Privacy? She was loitering in public… He laughed at the thought.

"I don't give a damn if you… If you… Shit!" she suddenly leaned on him. The alcohol is starting to take an effect. She was losing her control on him, she became fragile.

"Miss, are you okay?" He was holding her now. She's so light and delicate. He could smell her shampoo from her dark brown hair as he lowered his head.

She looked up at him and he almost gasp as he noticed how close their lips were. This is… trouble. He moved his head away. Never again… he was already learned his lesson twice and he still not yet over with it!

"M-My head… hurts! Damn! I think I'm gonna passed away." Her eyes closed with obvious pain in her expression.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth. This woman really… something. "No you're not going to die. You're just moving to the next phase of consequences of drinking too much alcohol."

With a confuse look she passed out in his arms.

Now what?