Okies then, this here's my first real Fruits Basket fic, and when I say real, I mean it goes on for more than a couple of lines…lol.

So, yeah, disclaimer:

I do not own Fruits Basket, or any of the characters, ideas or concepts in Fruits Basket. Although the person who gave me Kyo Sohma would earn my undying gratitude and love… heh.

Also, there will be slash in later chapters, meaning boy boy relationships, and sexual content. That's why the rating's as high as it is, even though this chapter is fluffy and harmless.

So there ya go. I don't own it, so don't sue me, and there's slash later, so don't complain to me cos you have been warned…

"Tohru! I'm so glad to see you!"

Tohru Honda looked up, and smiled. "Momiji! Wow, hi! What are you doing here?"

Momiji smiled and blushed and looked away. "Are you busy Tohru? Can you come for a walk with me?"

Tohru blinked in surprise, but nodded. "Of course Momiji, I'd love to."

"Yay! Tohru's coming for a walk with me!" Momiji jumped up, excited. When Tohru had first met him, Momiji would have been jumping up and down by now. But he'd matured a little since then. Not much, but a little.

Tohru stood up, and smiled at him. "Let's go then. I do have to be back for dinner, so-" Momiji cut her off. "That's fine Tohru, I'll have you back in plenty of time for dinner, you don't need to worry." He took her hand. "Come on. We'll go straight away."

"Momiji, I had so much fun with you today, but I really have to get back for dinner now." Tohru looked over at Momiji. He'd gotten taller since she'd met him, he was now Tohru's height.

"Tohru…um, before you go, I wanna talk to you about something. Can we, can we sit here?" Momiji gestured to a bench in the small park they were walking through.

"Um, sure Momiji," Tohru sat down next to him. "What's the matter?"

Momiji stayed uncharacteristically quiet. "Tohru, um, we're really good friends, aren't we?" Tohru nodded. "Well, um, the thing is Tohru, I wanna ask you, are you in love with Yuki or Kyo?"

Tohru gasped. "Momiji! What kind of a question is that?"

Momiji shifted, and moved a little closer to Tohru. "A really important one, Tohru, please, just answer. Don't be embarrassed. I just need to know."

Frowning, Tohru didn't answer for a moment, but then she said slowly, "No, Momiji, I'm not in love with Yuki or Kyo. I love them, but I'm not in love with either of them. Do you understand what I mean?"

Momiji nodded, and she asked, "So, why was it so important to ask me that? Please, I really want to know."

Momiji blushed, and took her hand again. "Tohru, I um…" he swallowed, and smiled a little. "Tohru, I'm, I…love you."

Tohru bolted to her feet. "What! Momiji, what did you just say?"

Momiji stood up too, and touched her face gently. "Tohru, I love you." Then he smiled. "It gets easier every time I say it. I love you Tohru, I love you I love you I love you!"

Tohru bit her lip. "Momiji…"

"Please, Tohru, don't tell me anything bad. I don't even care if you don't love me, I just want you to know that I love you!" he smiled again. "It feels good to tell you that."

Tohru was crying openly now. "Momiji, I…I…I," then she gave up, and threw her arms around him.

"Momiji!" Tohru buried her face in the rabbit's soft fur. "Oh, Momiji, I love you too! I love you so much, but I never thought you'd love me back, I mean…who would love me, I…eep!" Tohru closed her eyes desperately as Momiji changed back, and reached franticly for his clothes. "D…don't worry, Momiji, I didn't see anything, it's alright!"

Momiji paused in putting on his shirt, pants already on. "Tohru. It's alright, I know. Do…do you really love me too?"

Eyes still tightly closed for the moment, Tohru nodded. "Of course Momiji, that's why I wondered why you wanted to know whether I loved Kyo or Yuki, or not. I was afraid I would have to tell you I loved you, and I wouldn't be able to do that, oh, it would be too embarrassing!"

"Oh, Tohru…" Momiji waited till Tohru's eyes opened slowly, pink staining her cheeks, still slightly embarrassed about her confession. "Tohru, we could have been together a long time ago, we could have been so happy," his voice dropped to a whisper, "I could have kissed you so long ago," Tohru's eyes widened, but at that moment, Momiji's lips touched hers, and she couldn't speak, couldn't breath, couldn't move.

Momiji broke the soft kiss, and drew back a little to stare at Tohru. "Will you be my girlfriend, Tohru?" He asked a little breathlessly, and she nodded. "Oh, yes, Momiji… of course I will." Then she smiled. "Maybe you'd better put your shirt on. I wouldn't want you to get sick." Momiji blushed, and finished putting his shirt on.

"OH! TOHRU! You're late for dinner!"

"Momiji. I don't care."