Another pairing suggested by kyoshigurelover. I'm working through all the wonderful suggestions I got, but it takes time. This one wasn't from a prompt, since I had an idea in mind - but it turned out shorter because of it, I think.
Veterinarian
"Don't wanna!" Shigure wailed.
Ayame gave his hand another insistent tug. "You have to. Tori-san said so."
"No!" With a wrench, Shigure pulled his hand out of his cousin's and took off running. He only made it a few steps before Aya caught him again, this time by the back of his collar. He could still escape, of course: the beauty of wearing a yukata was how easy it was to take off. But that would mean running naked through the Sohma compound until he found someone who was willing to give him clothes. He wasn't that desperate yet, but as the time of his meeting with Ha-kun drew nearer, the idea was looking more and more inviting.
"Tori-san will be mad if we're late," Aya told him sternly as he dragged Shigure towards the office door.
"Aya, don't you love me?" Shigure made his best puppy eyes. Aya couldn't see them, so the sure-win puppy eyes did him absolutely no good. If his cousin had looked back and seen that expression, Shigure was sure he'd be on his way to freedom right now.
"You know I do, Gure-san, but this is for your own good." Sweet as his words were, he kept right on dragging Shigure towards the office door and his doom.
The door opened before they reached it. Hatori leaned against the doorframe, watching Ayame drag the struggling Shigure towards the door by his collar. "I'm not a vet. I became a people-doctor so I wouldn't have to deal with this shit," he announced to no one in particular.
"I brought him, Tori-san," Aya said cheerfully, thrusting Shigure towards the doctor triumphantly. Hatori stared at them for a moment, then took Shigure's collar from Aya and dragged him into the office.
"Aya, my love, wear something beautiful to my funeral," Shigure called desperately.
Ayame laughed. "I always look beautiful, Gure-san," he called back before sashaying away down the corridor.
Hatori dragged Shigure over to a chair and tossed him into it. "Sit. Stay," he ordered.
Shigure sat, and he stayed, huddled into a protective ball on the chair. "Don't do this, Ha-kun," he whined. The other man looked up from where he was rummaging through his desk, then looked back down with a shake of his head.
"I need your left arm," he told Shigure when he came back, carrying a small box. Shigure thought about arguing, but Hatori's glare shut his mouth and had him meekly freeing his arm from its voluminous sleeve.
He whimpered when Hatori brought out the needle. It was big, and pointy, and very, very menacing. For Shigure nothing, not even Akito in a blind rage, held as much terror as that needle. "Hold still," Hatori ordered. "It'll be over in a second."
Shigure did his very best to hold still, but it still seemed like an eternity between the time Hatori stuck the needle in and the time he remove it, the syringe now empty. "Ha-kun, it hurts," he whined as Hatori swabbed the spot on his arm where he had so cruelly stuck the needle.
"You're such a crybaby."
Shigure pouted. "You're mean. You made it hurt on purpose." He reached over to rub his sore arm, but Hatori slapped his hand away.
"Don't." Their eyes, pained grey and coolly amused olive, met, and Hatori grinned. He planted a quick kiss on Shigure's arm, just over the injection site, and then slapped a dog-patterned band-aid over top. "There. All better."
"It is?" Shigure asked suspiciously. "They don't teach that in doctor school."
"Yes they do," Hatori countered. "And it doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"
Shigure hesitantly poked at his arm. It was still a bit tender, but it didn't really hurt. "No?" he offered.
"See? You've been a good, boy, now run along. I have work to do."
"What about my treat?"
Hatori rolled his eyes. "You already got it. Get lost." Shigure thought his cheeks looked a bit red.
"Alright Ha-kun," he said. He waved cheerfully and bounded out the door. Maybe going for his shots wasn't so bad after all. And he could always demand a bigger treat next time. He was almost looking forward to it.
Next, Ayame x Tohru and turnips O.O
