Sorry. I know it's been ages. XD

Kyo: I hate being stuck with Shigure! Get me out of there!

Me: Would you hate being stuck in a closet more?

Kyo:...

Kyo: Probably not.

Me: -headdesk-

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. If I did, I would be drawing Fruits Basket, not typing it.

Apparently higher orders hated Yuki, for he could hear thundering on the stairs. Up ran Akio and Kaito, the " 2-D Iend-frays" (A/N: I think Natsuki Takaya talks about them, but never gives them a name) who routinely teased Kyo. Apparently they had decided it was time to expand to Yuki.

"Manabe!" Akio, the darker-haired one yelled.

"Dude!" Kakeru slapped high-fives with them.

Kaito peered out from his hair at Yuki. "Nice of you to throw this party, Sohma."

"Party?" He shot dagger glares at Kakeru and Kimi. "You invited people to a freaking party?" he snapped.

Kakeru appeared hang-dog after Yuki reprimanding. "We didn't want you to be lonely," he insisted.

"Yeah," Akio chimed in, "We didn't want President Yun-yun all alooooone on a Friday night. We were only being nice."

"Absolutely!" Kaito's head was bobbling.

But what cut right to the heart of the matter was Kimi clumping to the floor in depression.

Yuki was alarmed by the pretty girl's sudden descent to the floor, but Kakeru, Akio, and Kaito took it in stride, not surprised at all.

Yuki dropped to his knee beside the girl. Was she having a heart attack or whatever? Yuki had no romantic interest in the girl, and though she often annoyed him, he didn't want her to die.

She was spasming now, and Yuki tried to recall CPR from their short course on how to save people. Kimi threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Yun-yun doesn't like the party we're throwing for him!" she wailed.

Feeling as though this was a bit anti-climatic, Yuki got to his feet. But quickly her words sunk in, and Yuki remembered he had some serious kicking out to do.

But before words could fly out of the rat's mouth, the three instantly changed tactics.

As common with manga, Kakeru had steam flying out of his ears, his eyes squeezed tight, his mouth flying wide, and he hopped from side to side, not giving the impression he was demented, but that he was demented and having a temper tantrum. "Yeah, Kimi's right! We went through all this trouble of inviting everyone in the school—"

Yuki blanched: Surely the insane vice-president couldn't have invited the entire school. He had to have been lying. Not everyone, because if everyone came, he wouldn't just be having his space violated, Akito would be after him with vengeance. His life would be efficiently over if Akito heard about this.

"—and you don't share on bit of respect! You should at least let us party for some time."

Akio, Kaito joined in, their voices escalating. Kimi was still giving banshee-like wails, and Yuki was sure that someone was going to give the police a call.

"Shut up!" Yuki yelled, trying to get some peace and quiet.

Instantly the foursome fell silent, waiting for the words that they wished to hear.

How could Yuki throw this party? He couldn't, that much was simple. Well, not exactly simple. Some of their words had sunk into Yuki, and as much as he hated it, he was beginning to like the idea. Not exactly like, he supposed, more of he didn't hate it that much. And besides, if he let the party he could kick everyone out much more easily.

But that still didn't justify the massive amount of work he would need to take to a) hide this from Akito, b) hide this from Shigure (who wouldn't want his house destroyed), c) hide this from Ayame (because doubtless he would try to do something extravagant, flashy, and useless), d) clean everything up, e) pay for the food and what not, f) and actually—

Yuki cut off his mental list.

There was someone in the doorway.

Someone he knew very well.

Or some days it seemed, not well enough.

Machi.

Machi had come.

Machi Kurgari, had come, in person, to a party. Machi the introvert. Machi with the troubled past.

How could Yuki refuse to throw a party when Machi finally had the courage to come?

Somewhere else

"We should go home, we've probably lost her by now," a furious orange-haired boy growled.

"No, I think she's found us." The man nest to the teen had obviously left his own teenage years behind in body, although the black-haired man certainly seemed young. His mind, however, still seemed to be a three-year-olds. "Besides, we've barely been gone half a day. We have to keep running and make it fu-un." The adult was pouting.

The orangey appealed to the brunette who was smiling still, though uneasily. "Come on, Tohru-kun— we should go. You want to sleep in your own bed, right?"

The black-haired man whispered something in the brunette's ear.

"O- o- oh-" she stuttered. "Maybe that isn't a good id—"

The man began whispering again persuasively. When he finished he winked at the girl.

"A- a- a- are you sure?"

"What the **** are you telling her?" The oragney's temper flared up.

The black-haired man grinned enigmatically.

"Perhaps we should keep on running." The girl ducked her head and was staring at her shoes.

"What?" the teen asked in utter disbelief, but the girl didn't want to repeat herself.

"Fine." The atmosphere was so tense you could have cut it. "We continue." He stormed ahead, infuriated again, refusing to speak to either one of the two. The man was excited, but you could clearly see the girl wasn't. After a moment, in which she seemed to be debating with herself, she stood tall again, and began smiling like a dolt.

End somewhere else

"Fine," Yuki snapped. "I'll throw the party."

The possibly insane foursome cheered, while Machi stared around Yuki's room. Yuki had a sudden flash of hope that Machi didn't have the same ability as Kakeru had, when he had 'translated' Yuki's homework.

After five-straight minutes of cheering, Machi spoke up. "Do I have to do anything else?" she asked of her brother.

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