Disclaimer: All I own is the Mr. and Mrs. Smith DVD…But not the actual copyright. Same for Fruits Basket.

Warning: Expect OOC-ness and slight sexual content.

Chapter 1: Meet Mr. and Mrs. Sohma

"We don't really have any problems."

"Really."

"This is just a check up for us."

"You know, an oil change, a new air valve."

The counselor adjusted his glasses.

"Ok, I guess it's time to pop open that hood."

Silence.

The orange haired man turned to his wife.
"Remind me why we chose this marriage counselor."

"Ah, it was recommended for us! By Uo-chan and Hana-chan!"

"Oh."

"Anyways," started the counselor again, "How long have you two been married."

"Six years…"

"Five."

"Five or six." The man was about to respond, when he caught his wife looking at him with a look that could only be defined as, "Keep your mouth shut!"

"How would you rate your relationship? From a scale of one to ten?"

The woman answered quickly, "Eight." However, her husband was hesitant.

"Do you mean 'one' as really bad, and 'ten' as awesome, or the other way around?"

"Just answer by instinct."

"Well gee, that clears things up."

Another concealed glare.

"Uh…eight."

"And," the older, dark haired man looked over his glasses, "How do you feel about the…intimate aspects of your situation."

"…"

"As in a scale of one to ten?"

"Mr…" The counselor looked down on his clipboard, "…Sohma? Look, we have no time for jokes."

"Well, you do, since we are wasting our hard earned money on you."

He sighed. "Fine, just answer like that."

"…"

"Well, does 'one' in this case mean nothing? Because technically, 'zero' would be nothing, but that's not between one and ten…" Her voice quieted down.

The room became so quiet; you could hear the computer buzz.

"Alright, moving on…where did you guys first meet?"

The brunette perked up. "China!"

"Yeah, Beijing. Five…"

"Six."

"Five or six years ago."

Flashback…Five or Six Years Ago

"Thanks"

The man took a sip from his latest drink from the small hotel bar. He glanced at the amber colored liquid in the clear glass, and sighed. It was his third drink, but the bar was so cheap that the alcohol was watered down into oblivion.

'The problem with foreign countries…there never seems to be any good drinks…'

Just then, he heard a commotion on the street, and police men busted into the hotel lobby. They were shouting a bunch of orders, which sadly, the man could not translate quickly enough with his Japanese-to-Chinese dictionary.

"What's going on?" He asked the bartender, who was caught off guard. He looked like he would drop the glass he was shining when he responded (in very bad Japanese),

"Oh, some important person or another was killed, and they are looking for tourists traveling alone. I would keep a low profile, if I were you." With this the bartender looked up a said lonely traveler's hair, which was as good a reason as any to be singled out.

"Thanks," he said gruffly, and then he looked at the doorway and saw her.

Her long, brown hair easily stuck out from the crowd of black haired individuals. As if to make this worse, her white dress was completely contrasting the nearby brigade of police officers that still hung out in the area. But it was her eyes that caught him. She held his for an insane amount of time, with some sort of strength that seemed to radiate from them. She only broke contact when she started getting hassled by a nearby officer, who was suspicious of the circumstances.

Before her knew what he was doing, he was by her side and assuring the police with the little Chinese he did know that they were together on vacation. Thinking quickly, he pulled her into his hotel room, as if to confirm it.

A bit flushed from the rescue attempt, they caught their breath while he slid to the floor. He looked up to find her looking at him. She held out a hand.

"Tohru."

"Kyo, nice to meet you."

When they shook hands, the first thing he thought was how strange this new girl was.

Later on, they decided to go to a little restaurant down the block. The place had an open air patio, and although the food was dangerously expensive, it was decent.

What really made it appealing as they walked by, though, was the lighting. The entire terrace was filled with bonfires and string lighting, which was a big change from the over fluorescent city.

After dinner, they were just enjoying each other's company when the song changed.

"Oh! This is my favorite song!"

"Eh? It's kind of slow, if you think about it."

"Yeah, but the lyrics are so romantic." She stood up.

"Want to dance with me?"

Kyo scoffed. "I can't dance to save my life."

"Sure you can! Anyone can dance!"
"Well, hate to disappoint you, but I can't. And won't."

"Hmm…then I suppose I'll have to teach you."

She grabbed his hand and yanked him up harshly. Then dragged him on to the dance floor. He was about to protest, but saw how alluring she looked the dim light.

Then he felt like smacking himself on the head, because how could he fall for someone he had just met?

So they danced slowly, tempting, but not too intimate. It was when the next song began when she began to pull herself close to him, and Kyo felt his face, and other key areas heat up a bit.

Soon, they were dancing to every song. Even when the thunder started rolling, they ignored it. Only when the rain started pouring did they go underneath the awning again. They watched the water slowly douse the bonfires, which were now just a column of smoke.

Until they could go back to their hotel, they ordered some of the liquor that the restaurant offered. It might have been mild, if it was not for the drinking contest that she suggested. For a woman, Kyo found that she could hold her drinks well, and they stopped at a tie.

The rain finally stopped, and they were quick to stand up to go back. But it seemed as Tohru stood up too quickly, for she swayed to the side and would've fallen. Luckily, Kyo caught her.

"Ah ha ha, thanks I'm a bit…" but she was never able to finish her sentence as Kyo pulled her closer.

His breath sent icy shivers down her spine, and she accidently glanced up in shock.

Their eyes met, and all was lost.

He pulled no restraint as he kissed her, kissing her like he longed to do the entire evening. It was exhilarating. Never, never had he wanted someone this much.

They were both drunk, but there was more to that. They were drunk not on the drinks, but each other. That first kiss showed longing, and it showed how well they fit together.

After that, all was bliss and lust.

Tohru's eyes fluttered open. The sunlight slowly filled her vision, and she made sense of her surroundings. She sat up, slowly pulling up the bed sheets with her.

He was gone. Gone. The spot where they lay on last night was only half warm from Tohru's body heat. She glanced around the hotel room. All traces of him were gone.

She looked down and sighed.

'So it was all just a one night stand, after all.'

The door suddenly opened, and Tohru flinched by reflex. Kyo stepped inside, carrying a breakfast tray. She smiled.

"Hiya stranger."

"Hiya back."

A/N: And the first chapter comes to an end! I just watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and I love the movie. Ever since I saw it, I was thinking of putting it together with Kyo and Tohru. It just all fit in my head. I was also thinking of Soul and Maka, but for some reason, I wanted to do ANOTHER Fruits Basket fic.

In this story, I'm actually going to write a few chapters, then post them slowly.

I also decided that I'm not going to put this in the crossover section. Just because people do Beauty and the Beast versions of Furuba all the time, and they get away with it. :P

Reviewers get hugs from Kyo!!!

Kyo: What?

Me: *Whistles suspiciously*

P.S. The counselor was Hatori. Lol.