A/N Okay...so, I FINALLY managed to write this! :D Finally finally! I don't know if I've ever had such a severe case of writer's block before...I'm not entirely satisfied with the finished product, but see what you think. This is for ScarredStar...I hope you like it And I've written through Chapter VII (yes! I've actually written ahead!), so I think I'll post one per day or so. I'm sorry that I don't have any slash yet...but it will come, my darlings, it will come...sometime after Chapter VII ;)
Thanks to... FBFan
Disclaimer I don't own Fruits Basket or any associated characters, events, etc.
IV. MANGOES & BLACKBERRIES
"No."
The head of the Sohmas, personification of God, was not about to be forced into a frilly pink dress, whatever her, for lack of a better word, boyfriend attempted. It pained her eyes just to look at—she'd never liked Ayame's styles, and this abomination was purely horrendous.
"Aw, come on," Shigure pleaded, his eyes large and limpid, pushing the pile of blush-hued, lacy ruffles towards her. "Aaya made it with your coming-out specifically in mind."
"You make it sound like I'm gay," Akito muttered.
"A-chan—"
"What did I tell you? I'm not wearing that thing! Just because I agreed to grow my hair out doesn't mean I want to look like some sort of fairy princess."
"Maybe I don't want to look gay, myself," Shigure challenged.
Her eyes flashed. "Don't play that. I've seen you flirt with Ayame, and it's not pretty." But beneath her projection of thorniness, she was injured. Do I really look that masculine? Just because she'd called herself a man all her life didn't mean that she appreciated the idea of having no girlish beauty whatsoever.
Of course, he saw right through her, and his dark, puppy-like eyes melted into gentleness. "Kidding," he murmured, tilting his neck to press his forehead against hers. "Don't worry. You look perfect in or out of dress-up clothes."
Akito's face began to heat up, so close to his. "Good," she whispered faintly, curling the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. Taking it as a signal, he eagerly leaned closer, eyes fluttering shut…
…And therefore was completely unsuspecting when she jerked back and flicked at his ear.
"Ow!" he yelped in protest as the dress fell to the floor, a hand flying to the side of his head.
"You need someone who can stand up to you," she grouched. "I still stand by what I said: I'm not wearing that horrid thing you call a dress."