Tootsie Pop
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket does not belong to me. It doesn't belong to you, either, so why would you sue me? I don't own the company that makes Tootsie Pops either, though I am partial to the chocolate ones.
A/N: I hereby dedicate this fic to my friend Dale, one of Momiji's biggest fans. I'm still trying to scar you, just from a longer distance! For everyone else, this fic contains a little OoC-ness (Out of Character, for those of you who don't know), but the thought was funny and ended up in ficlet form! Enjoy!
Momiji drew in a breath of the wood-scented air, continuing his tuneless-but upbeat-humming. His fingers twirled the stem of his lollipop as he walked, his gaze looking everywhere but the path he'd walked so many times before. So it wasn't a real big surprise when he knocked into something soft. He looked up to see what he'd bumped into, his eyes widening involuntarily.
"H-hello, Kyo…" Momiji took a small step back from the cat, his hands starting to sweat.
"Hello, little rabbit," Kyo purred and brought his face close to the younger boy's. Momiji gulped. Kyo had been following him a lot lately and had started to invade his personal space, "That lollipop looks tasty, Momiji."
Kyo advanced forward, backing Momiji into a wide tree. He braced his arms on either side of Momiji's head. Momiji stared into Kyo's eyes, a feat made easier by the extra few inches he'd put on over the summer.
Kyo lifted a hand to play with Momiji's new uniform tie, "So tell me…How many licks does it take to get to the center of your Tootsie Pop, Momiji?"
Momiji's eyes darted between Kyo's innuendo-laden face and the hand that was twirling his tie. He screamed, throwing the red-head off balance enough to duck under his arms and run for the house. Kyo blinked, still leaning against the tree, and glared down the path his prey had disappeared down. He was just contemplating moving when a voice carried clearly through the trees to his ears.
"Waaaaaahhh! Tohru, Kyo's hitting on me again!"
Kyo smirked and pushed off from the trunk, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets and slowly walking towards the shout. He began to whistle cheerily as he walked.
A/N2: Please review, even if it only says 'I read it' or if it says 'That sucked. Never write again." Just know, if you write something like the latter, you're not going to convince me to stop writing, and flames don't really bother me. So flame away, if you feel like it…