Hey! I am now officially 13, and so am ready to take on the pain. Average stuff about Ashley Tisdale's Kiss The Girl (Shalalalalalalala my oh my)(get out of my head, dammit!). Thank you AssassinedAngel for generally helping me into fanfic world.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fruits Basket characters, but I DID own Furuba 1 (manga), until SOMEONE LOST IT. Yes, I am STILL mad about that. Must kill brother one day...
And I DO own their teacher, whose name is Keiko Miyazoma, although her name hasn't come up yet.
Chapter 2:There Wasn't A Title For The First Chapter, and You Honestly Thought I Might Have One For The Second Chapter? You Are Wrong, Smart One.
Minami was the last person into the classroom, and therefore was the one responsible for cleaning the room after school. But I don't care about that. As long as my Yuki is here to help me. Every fan girl's dream: a half hour alone with the Prince, who had offered to help her. For the fifth time that class, Minami dropped her pencil, her eyes glazed over with stars. Kyo rolled his eyes and picked it up for the fifth time. What is up with her? She's one of pretty boy's fan girls, right? So, what, is she dreaming of something about that damn rat? Damn Yuki, he's even better in the unrequited love department. In sync with his thoughts, Kyo turned in his seat and stared, or rather, glared at the teen in the back. The rat was bent over his work, hair obscuring his face from Kyo's view. And then, as if he'd felt Kyo's glare, the perfect teen looked up and literally shot death back. When pretty boy glared, he really glared. Damn rat. Kyo turned back towards the front and received a well-spirited whack from their sporadic teacher, who sang out, "Now, Now, Kyon-Kyon. Let's keep our eyes on me, not your girlfriend." Yuki's eyes flashed cold fire and he said bluntly, "I'm a boy, sensei, and his name is Kyo. Not Kyon-Kyon." Their teacher sputtered out an apology, and then turned back to the chalkboard. Yuki added, almost as if he'd rehearsed it, "And even so, he's my cousin, so he's no boyfriend of mine." Their teacher dropped her chalk. Sweetly, she said in that same voice, "Sohma-kun? That little remark of yours just earned you're parents a little chat with me."
"Try if you want, but Shigure would probably just spend most of the time spaced out, thinking erotic thoughts. He's a certified pervert, you see. Well, he calls himself a novelist, but Kyo and I just call him pervert, because it's easier to understand." I have to stop her from coming over to the house at all costs.
"Sohma-kun! A week of detention! And I'm still chatting with your, um, Shigure-san tonight after school!"
"Suit yourself, sensei. Don't say I didn't warn you..." Oh well, one more mind to erase, Hatori.
"Kyon-Kyon!"
"I'm Kyo, dammit!"
"Fine. Kyo-kun, what is the square root of one hundred and sixty-nine!"
"Wait. What?"
"Answer me, Kyo-kun!"
"Thirteen-but-"
"Multiply that by the square root of forty-nine!"
"Um-seven-multiply-ninety-one,but-"
"Honda-san! Divide that by one forth!"
"What? Oh. Um, three hundred and-and...sixteen?"
"WRONG! Sohma-who-isn't-a-girl-kun, what's the answer!"
"Three hundred and sixty-four. Stop taking out your anger on us, sensei."
"NONSENSE! Why would I do something like that?"
"Because your fiance left you last night and your trying to blame someone else other than you. And your pay just got lowered because of textbook costs, and you're running late on your bills. I know, so quit trying to grill us already."
Teacher dropped her new piece of chalk.
"H-How did you know?" All of the joy seeped out of her voice, and she turned white.
"You hear things when you're class president."
Yuki shrugged his shoulders at the shocked class and looked back down at the worksheet. Sighing at the stifling silence in the classroom, he finished the last problem and tucked the paper away into his school-bag at his side. He finally noticed that everyone was staring at him in respectful awe, and said coldly, "What?" The class slowly returned to normal, but was asked just to work on its homework silently as their teacher was taken to the head's office after one student had finally went and fetched another teacher to guide her away. Tohru stared at Yuki's face as he drew aimlessly on his folder. Almost lovingly, he wrote something on the folder. Milky tears fought for freedom. One escaped, but was quickly wiped away. Yuki crossed out the name with steady strokes, and looked up to meet Tohru's eyes. Look at me, Tohru. Look at this hopeless rat, scavenging about in other's lives just to make his seem better. And it doesn't help. Not without your insight. Look at me. He didn't even smile, just returned his attentions to his folder without another sound. But more tears found freedom,but were ushered away once again. He drew a smiling version of himself on the folder. It didn't even look like him, but the conveyed concept was clear enough. Without moving, his lips considered replicating the wide grin on his folder. And then they decided not too. Tohru reached across the small foot between their desks, and cautiously touched Yuki's arm. Something's wrong here. Yuki-kun never cries. Not around others. Yuki looked up sharply, almost inhumanly, but quickly gained his usual composure. Tohru leaned across the space between their desks and opened her mouth, but Yuki spoke first.
"Do you need something, Honda-san?"
"Not really, Sohma-kun, but what's wrong?"
Almost as if she could read Yuki's thoughts, the brunette looked down at the folder on his desk. Her brown eyes, so clear but still layered with concern, quickly spotted the smiling face drawn on the gray folder. It's almost as if he wishes he could smile. I know you can, Yuki-kun, and so do you. Tohru murmured, "Oh, Yuki-kun..." Yuki watched, paralyzed by her presence, as she turned her face minutely to look at the other things he'd put on his folder. To steady herself, she coiled an arm around the most rigid thing available, which just happened to be Yuki's waist. What are you doing Tohru? Finally, she spotted the black square of pen that her name hid beneath, and said softly, "What's that, Yuki-kun?"
"Nothing Tohru, just a rectangle I drew. We are taking geometry, are we not?"
"Oh."
Her arm wound even tighter around Yuki's waist as she leaned farther towards him to see the far edge of the folder. Both held their breath, and Tohru slowly looked up at Yuki's stone face. He broke out of the stone and murmured himself, "Tohru, I-"
"Tohru, what are you doing?" A flat voice cut into the rat's confession, and Tohru fell out of her chair with a crash. But her arm remained quite firmly on Yuki's waist, pulling him out of his seat as well, with an encore crash that gained the attention of the class, which didn't really want to do the stupid math homework anyway.
"H-Hana-chan! You scared me!"
"Hanajima-san..."
Hana-chan was twisted in her seat number 30, staring at what everyone else was staring at; the Prince and Miss Dream-a-lot sprawled on the ground, with both of Tohru's arms slung around the Prince's waist, and his arms cushioning her head from the tile floor. Hana-chan smiled to herself secretly and turned back to her work. Uo and Kyo both stood up and yelled, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, PRINCE CHARMING?" Shocked, the two turned and started to yell at each other. Minami shrank against her seat, and thought, Save me, my Prince! And then, almost if he'd heard her, Yuki was suddenly in the front. Smartly, he kicked Kyo in the chest and sent him flying against the classroom door.
"Kyon-Kyon, you need to work on your guard. It really does suck. Uotoni-san, it was a mistake. We weren't doing anything, and then Hanajima-san scared us."
"Alright Prince Charming, I'll drop it just this once."
"DAMMIT, PRETTY BOY! QUIT DOING THAT!"
"I would, but you're such an idiot, you deserve it. And if you improved your guard-"
"MY GUARD ISN'T THE ISSUE HERE! YOU'RE SUCH A COLD-SKINNED BASTARD THAT-"
"Stuff it. You're guard sucks, and that's you're problem, besides you're blatant stupidity. So fix it if you want to fight me."
"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW MORE!"
"Ahhhh, but I do."
"YOU-"
"Prince Yuki! Oh thank you for saving me!"
"My pleasure, Minami-san." Did I just say my pleasure? Oh crap. I'll never hear the end of this.
"Please! Call me Minami!" WAAAAAAAH! He just said it was his pleasure! He loves me!
"Oh. Um...well..." Oh double crap. What have I done?
"Please?" Say it, my Prince. Say my name.
"I-I can't. I just can't."
"Prince Yuki! Please call me Minami!"
"Mi-Minami. Okay. There. I said it. Now please stop clinging to me like that. Let me go back to my seat."
Minami fainted with excitement as Yuki disengaged her fingers from his shirt. Please call me Minami! Yeah. Whatever. It tasted like dirt saying it. The only girl I'll ever do that for willingly is Tohru. Kyo hoisted up the prone fan girl by her armpits, and said flatly, "Oi, you. Get up already. It's not like he confessed or anything." Minami opened her eyes and stared up at the cat without a sense of recognition. "Your eyes...they're pretty..." She smiled blissfully as Kyo dropped her again, but the feeling of cold tile on her face woke her up completely. "Oh. Kyon-Kyon...what did I just say to you?"
"As far as I'm concerned, you never said a single word to a Kyon-Kyon. I'm Kyo." Damn nickname.
"Okay. Kyo-kun, what did I just tell you? Something about amber...wasn't it?"
"No. You said my eyes were pretty."
"Oh no! I mean, they are pretty, but I like Prince Yuki. Well, um, wow...you're hair's pretty too. Did you dye it that color?"
"No, dammit. It's my natural color. Are you high again, or what?"
"No! It's just, well, you're so pretty."
"I'M WHAT?"
"Oh crap! Did I just say that out loud? WAH! I' m sorry, Kyon-Kyon!"
"I'm Kyo, goddamit!"
Minami had turned a blotchy dark red, and Kyo had done the same. Yuki looked at them wryly from his desk. Oh. Great. The perfect couple. Something moved in the corner of his eye, and he turned and stared straight at Tohru's uniform. Flustered, he looked up and said, "What is it, Honda-san?"
"Sohma-kun, class has been over for a half hour. Isn't it time for gym?"
"Um, yeah. CLASS D! WE'RE ALL LATE FOR GYM! PLEASE ORDERLY GET TO OUR NEXT CLASS!"
The class streaked out of the room at mach 12, and ran for the locker-rooms to change. But Yuki took his time. After all, we're already late. What does a few extra minutes make? And that was when he saw Haru, leaning against Yuki's locker, waiting for him. Yuki rolled his eyes, and strolled up to his cousin.
"What is it now, Haru?"
"I hear you got detention. Congrats."
"Thank you. So much. Why does it matter?"
"From experience, I know that your teacher is going to talk with your guardian. That's Shigure, you realize."
"Don't worry, I warned her already. But apparently, being alone with a pervert doesn't seem to matter as much as her talking to Shigure about how she called me a girl and that cat's girlfriend."
"Oh. I heard about that too. Shigure's going to love that. So, when did you two start going out?"
"Shut up, you stupid ox."
"Yuki! How dare you say such things to me! But since you're my first love, I'll let it pass."
"Please stop acting like falling in love with you male cousin is normal."
"But I loved you!"
"Yeah, yeah. By the way, why aren't you in class?"
"My senses for you were tingling."
"Un-huh. You're lost again, aren't you?"
"I prefer "misguided" or even "confused", but never lost, my Yuki."
"I already told you about talking to me like that. You're classroom is down one floor, and three doors down on the right side."
"Bye Yuki. Oh, and about Tohru..."
"What about her?"
"We'll talk later, my love."
"Please. Stop calling me that, or I'll never talk to you again."
"Oh Yuki! You kill my heart with every word!"
"You sound like Shigure. Now get back to class before Momiji hugs some girl, god forbid."
"If you insist."
Haru swaggered away, and promptly attained a confused look on his face.
"Um, where is my classroom again?"
"Down one floor, three doors to your right."
Finally, Haru disappeared down the stairs, and Yuki turned back towards the locker room, which was about a hundred feet away. The girl's locker room door opened, and Tohru, still in her school uniform, slipped out. She walked into the empty classroom across the way, and shut the door. Yuki, curious and worried, followed her. "Tohru, are you alright? Oh..." Tohru froze, and turned around to face Yuki. She looked down at her bra, and then up again. "Oh, Yuki-kun. Um, the locker room was full, so I was going to change in here...can you come back in a minute?" Yuki had turned bright red, and couldn't move. Oh. Shit. "Yuki? You're not breathing. And you're red! Do you have a fever?" Tohru, completely forgetting, of course, her exposure, rushed over and fluffed up Yuki's bangs to feel his forehead. "You are a little warm..." Tohru suddenly remembered her position, clothing-wise, and flushed. "I-I'm sorry...one second..." She turned away, removing her cool hand from Yuki's forehead and started to walk back to her uniform shirt. But Yuki's hand shot out on its own accord and grabbed her arm. She froze, brown hair swirling everywhere and hiding her face. Almost as if he were watching, and not participating, Yuki observed his arm guiding her hand back to his forehead. Tohru turned to him and was pulled closer, as close as she could be without her touching his chest, triggering the curse. His free hand cupped her face, but he almost couldn't feel it. Trembling, she raised up on her tip toes and lips met. Finally. A word rang through Yuki's head as he snapped back into his body, but he felt as if he wasn't the only one saying it. It was almost like the kiss was connecting Tohru's thoughts to his. And then, like the end of a song, the kiss ended. Shocked faces tried to read each other. And then Tohru ripped her hand away and stumbled over to her uniform's shirt. Did I really just kiss Yuki? Yuki didn't move, but his mind was racing his heart, and was barely winning. She kissed me. Or did I just imagine it? But how could I imagine something like that? I'm not that creative, not at all. Did she jut call me Yuki? "You'd better go change, Yuki, um, kun. Or you'll be the last one to gym."
"Um, yeah. See you in gym, Tohru."
A door slid open, and shut again. Tohru tugged on her gym uniform, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. But her eyes were glazed over. Poor Yuki. I love you, but how can I force it upon you? But maybe... Yuki's eyes, half closed, hooded by eyelashes. She could count every one of them. Just maybe... His lips barely against hers, at first relaxed, then receptive. Just maybe...Yuki loves me too.
End of Chapter 2! Yay! Okay, no comment except that I wrote this in one day. I had a enlightenment. As soon as I get a Deviantart account, I might post some pictures from this story, which I still haven't named...oh well. Sayonara, or Oyasumi! .