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Warning(s): UPDATED, please read, kthxbai! Zomg, okay, there will be some shounen ai-ish stuff here, but nothing too severe, I promise! XD Oh, and one more thing, Akito is FEMALE here. Get it? Got it? Good!
Summary: In an attempt to bring the Sohmas closer together Ayame organizes a play. What the snake doesn't realize is that Hatori isn't exactly a cowboy, Tohru's never passionately kissed anyone, and what's this of Yuki and Kyou fighting to the death? Read along and join in the madness!
"Sohma Theater: A Western Tale"
Chapter Four: Oh…My…Akito!
Written by UnspokenDreams
-Beep- Hello. You've reached Sohma Hatori. Regrettably, I'm unable to take your call. I ask that you leave your name and number and I will see to it that your call is returned as soon as I am able to do so. If this so happens to be Shigure or Ayame… the answer is no. –Beep-
Mayuko nervously bit her lip before taking a deep breath.
"Hi, Hatori-kun, it's Mayuko. I was just calling to see if you had a minute to talk. Call me back when you get this message, bye."
Hanging up the phone and blowing her bangs up, the teacher fell back onto her bed and stared aimlessly up at the ceiling. Why did she care about the Hatori/Tohru situation so much? So what if her crush was dating a high school girl? Wait, what?! As to get her mind off of the pesky situation that had been irking her for the past week or so, Mayuko turned on the television and flipped onto her stomach.
"A seahorse documentary?" She questioned, as though the very idea was absurd, "I guess it's better then nothing."
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"Ya'll…'bes be movin' along… here?"
"MARVELOUS! Oh, Tori-san, your words make my eyes flood with tears of pure and utter bliss," Ayame cried as he clasped his hands over his mouth dramatically.
Sighing, the Sohma physician disposed of the atrocious grammar-ridden script Ayame had generously given him the day before on the coffee table beside him. "Ayame…"
"No! Don't say it, for your eyes reflect your undying enthusiasm to rehearse. If all goes well our first rehearsal will be scheduled for this Saturday. I trust you won't miss it, correct?" The snake grinned largely, which Hatori found undeniably vexing.
"I can't guarantee I'll be able to stay for long, but I'll stop by for a little while," Hatori replied calmly. The dragon allowed his tea to cool before he reclined into his chair, arms on opposite ends of the table and lying as carelessly as he would permit himself to lay them.
"Splendid! After all, you simply must lay eye on Tohru-kun's beautiful dress! Oh, but I must warn you, precious Tori-san. Do not let your masculine urges proceed forth upon seeing our delicate flower in the magnificent costume I spent many a night making," Ayame warned, a slender finger tapping his cousin's nose in a childish sort of way.
"As I've made evidently clear in the past, Ayame, do not put me on the same level as Shigure."
Ayame crossed his legs femininely and flipped a few silver strands over his shoulder, golden eyes embracing Hatori warmly. "It's true that Gure-san is a man that thinks with his lower region, however, you know what they say about dragons."
The doctor tried with everything to ignore the suggestive wink the seamstress gave him. "Yes, well, keep in mind that I tend to stray away from any set qualities."
Smiling sincerely, Ayame stroked the top of Hatori's hand tenderly, trailing his fingers across the frigid skin in lazy patterns. "Perhaps that's why I admire you so."
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"How unreasonably pathetic. It makes me sick just thinking about it," a tired voice hissed in the dimly lit room that smelled of sick and medication. In fact, the nauseating scent was strong enough to encase anyone's nostrils in an almost soup-like coating.
Eyes the color of smoke watched his goddess carefully; her piercing teal eyes enough to take his breath away. Shigure was one of the few Akito trusted despite the fact that the dog could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. "You have to give Aya credit though, Akito. His intentions are in the right place, but his mind…" The novelist trailed off to chuckle lightly, "Aya will forever be Aya."
Just the thought of her zodiac enjoying themselves under the blue sky, over the green grass, and through the flower-clad gardens was enough to make Akito want to vomit, but to consider her precious petting zoo in a play? That, mind you, was unacceptable!
"If it bothers you so much why don't you put a stop to it?" Shigure challenged, his inner manipulative being making itself known.
Akito clenched her teeth. How she hated that tone of voice. That sweetly sickening purr of a voice that Shigure was so capable of producing. It made her want to his claw his handsome face off, or pull at his raven hair until it was yanked out of the roots. He was teasing her, damnit! "Leave," She sneered coldly before turning her eyes to look elsewhere.
"Oh my," Shigure chided, "Have I been a bad doggy?"
Annoyed beyond all reason, Akito swiftly lifted her hand to plant a slap onto the dog's cheek. Unfortunately, having sensed her act of malice, Shigure caught her delicate wrist in one hand, leaning in to position his mouth an inch or so away from his goddess's ear.
"Now, now. What harm can a play possibly do?"
Akito shivered from the pleasant sensation Shigure had granted her, her wrist having gone limp within his grasp, as a somewhat noncommittal noise proceeded from her throat. "I hate you," She muttered childishly.
Grinning, the yukata-clad man released her wrist and patted her head. "Do you now?"
Yes, Akito hadn't smacked him, but Shigure suddenly wished she had when he found a pillow shoved in his face.
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What's taking so long?
It's been more then twenty minutes!
Is she okay?
What the hell is going on back there!
"I can assure the both of you that Honda-kun is safe," Hatori stated dully as both Yuki and Kyou blushed and turned to glare at their older relative.
"Where did you come from?!" They demanded in an unplanned unison.
Hatori feigned surprise. "Didn't you know? I live nearby, and I was instructed to attend this so called 'rehearsal' today." Yes, even the ever-stoic Hatori Sohma could be sarcastic. He was human after all.
To say that Yuki and Kyou felt stupid after Hatori's remark was a complete and utter understatement. "Shut up, Hatori!" Kyou growled threateningly, his hackles raising a considerable amount.
Hatori hid his amusement behind his business-like stare and merely proceeded down the aisle of seats that provided a place to wait for the members of the family who had arrived to rehearse. Kisa and Hiro sat a ways down from Yuki and Kyou, who claimed they hadn't sat in the same row together on purpose, and Momiji and Haru stood in the back. Kagura had yet to arrive, which Kyou was thankful for, but what irritated the neko more was the sight of the frantic man that continued to pace near the stage, occasionally glancing at his watch-less wrist for comfort.
"Mine, dear, can you please hurry? We don't have much time to loose!" He called, his voice echoing through the folds of the large structure.
"Just another minute, boss!" A sweet voice replied from behind the long, burgundy curtains.
And, true enough, after the short period of a minute Mine, Ayame's dearest assistant and unsaid girlfriend, walked onto the center of the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen!" She announced with a smile, "it gives me great pleasure to introduce the star of your play, Tohru Honda-san!"
Ayame broke out into a wild applaud, as the others, not wanting to offend the snake, did the same, save for Hiro was just too 'cool' to clap, ya know?
Mine's brown eyes quickly darted offstage where a soft voice had called to her and, smiling nervously to the small crowd in the audience, she quickly hurried over to the large curtain to se what the matter was.
"Awww, don't be shy, Tohru-chan. You look good enough to eat! Come on," Mine's voice could be heard coaxing the alleged Tohru who simply refused to show the others her costume as of that point in time. However, with a little more encouraging, the brunette slowly walked across the wooden surface of the stage, her small feet clumsily quivering in unfamiliar heels.
"Oh…" Yuki began.
"My…" Kyou continued.
"Akito…" Hiro finished.
Surely this wasn't the same innocent girl that tripped over a cordless phone, or the same motherly female who dumbly stared at the air in a daze?! She looked like a… whore. Well, her costume looked like a whore's outfit anyway. Perhaps it was the way her fishnet stockings clung to her luscious legs, or maybe even the shocking fact that she had breasts, which were quite revealing to say the least with the outfit.
Momiji, lost in his childish innocence, cheered. "You look great, Tohru!"
"And hot," Haru concurred plainly.
Whilst Yuki turned his back on the scene, constantly reminding himself that Tohru was innocent; Kyou felt something warm trail over his lips. Upon wiping at the warm liquid the orange-top was shocked to identify it as blood. Great, just great, a nosebleed would only support the evidence of his attraction towards little Miss Tohru.
"What a beautiful creature!" Ayame fussed as he hurried on stage to stand beside his star, "Oh, but here. Let me fix this for you!" He offered and, with his 'no shame' policy, he began to adjust Tohru's chest so it fit properly.
"Ayame…" Hatori began in a mixture of both embarrassment and aggravation, "I don't think Honda-kun appreciates that."
Ayame blinked. "Would you care to do it, Tori-san?" he inquired innocently.
Now, Hatori was a very composed man, but that didn't excuse the unmistakable color that painted his cheeks. He'd seen his fair share of breasts, considering he was indeed a doctor, but come on man! This was Honda Tohru, the forbidden fruit! For the love of Akito, if he kept staring he would probably be in the same situation as Kyou. Fortunate for Hatori his cell phone signaled a message and, using that as an excuse to leave the theater for a moment's time, the dragon discreetly walked up the aisle leading to the large doors and stepped outside.
"A-Ayame-san," Tohru's lips trembled, "can I ask you something?"
Ayame blinked. "Of course! Ask away, Tohru-kun. Let your mind indulge in the impulsive inquiries you desire to ask upon me!"
So as the others wouldn't hear her, Tohru leant in and whispered a few words into the snake's ear.
Ayame nodded and, being unable to whisper in general, he replied softly. "Not to worry, dearest. That's natural! It's supposed to feel like that. Now then!" he paused from his private conversation with the brunette to address his cherished audience, "let's get started!"
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-Beep- Hey there. You've reached Shiraki Mayuko. I'm not here, as you can tell, and I'm probably doing something more important then talking to you. Leave a message and I'll call you back. If this is Shigure-kun, DROP DEAD! –Beep-
Hatori smiled against the receiver of his cell phone. Typical, typical Mayuko.
"Hello, Shiraki-kun. I just got your message, and I apologize for taking so long to respond. I'm sure you left it on my phone a few days ago. Work has, yet again, kept me busy. I have some time on my hands this evening, and I'll be more then willing to talk to you in regards to your phone call. Talk to you soon, goodbye."
-To Be Continued-
Author's Notes: Teehee! Another chapter. Uwah folks, freekon' UWAH! X3 I love the way this story is developing and, merr, m'sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but it's better to update then to not update at all, ne? Yes, I did mention something in my last chapter about boys kissing but I've decided to move that for another chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, though! I must say –giggle- it is hilarious to think of everyone gawking at poor Tohru like ZOMG SHE HAS A CHEST. As for her outfit, well, think of the smuttiest saloon girl outfit ever! Much love, MUAH! –G-chan.