Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket there would be a very ecchi OVA
featuring Ayame. Alas, I must create it with words!
Ayame's Magnificent Quest for Sex
A/N: Thank you very much to my reviewers! I know this is starting off a bit shabby and confusing, but it will all come to light soon. Stay tune for many odd things in America.
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Kyou and Yuki waved their arms vigorously at the window after being locked out of their own home. They sighed despairingly. Tohru was probably in the kitchen, and Ayame and Shigure were "planning." It had all started this morning when the two men had kicked them out of the house in lieu of an impulse to have absolute concentration.
"We get Tohru! Go find your own high school girls," yelled Shigure with a wink. Ayame had flashed them a peace sign and they were out the door.
Kyou headed off to train and Yuki went to his garden, leaving Shigure's household and Tohru at the mercy of the two raging bachelors. The aforementioned pair sat in Shigure's study with a platter of food and a large tablet of paper. They had decided that today would be dedicated to planning.
Shigure sat in the office chair in a suit and tie, his hair combed (a rare occurrence) and a jaunty grin on his face. A pink-clad Ayame sat at his side, gazing at his friend adoringly. He was ready to learn the ways of the world, and his new travel agent Gure-chan was just the one to teach him!
Shigure surveyed the tablet with a practiced grace. Through the morning, Ayame and he began planning out all that would need to be done. At last they finished the list. It contained every imaginable arrangement, every possible thing that would have to be done. Then Shigure took to his feet. It was time to enlighten Ayame on the seriousness of his mission.
Inspirational music played in the background. Our mentor Shigure seemed to be backed by a field of sparkling flowers and bubbles. He had long since discarded the jacket part of his suit, and stood only in a white button starched shirt, with a few of the top buttons left unlatched. He made a dashing figure as he looked out into the horizon, ever aware of Ayame's adoring eyes.
In a deep powerful voice, he began with a single statement:
"Ayame, we have come here today for the sake of your future. Plan, we must, and survive. Your heart and your future, secure them we will."
To Ayame at that moment, it was as though Shigure's suit became a robe and a light saber was thrust through his hand instead of a pen. He watched him with rapt attention, flowers floating from his eyes.
"Gure-chan, you are amazing!"
"We have made technical preparations, but this is no sole journey of the body. It is solely the journey of your soul!"
Somewhere, a star was born into the universe! That was the sensation Ayame felt at the hands of Shigure.
"There will be troubles, and there will be pain. You must be ever watchful, my loving friend. Your personality is yet untarnished by perversion and greed, but in America, those threats will abound. You must take them in stride, you must be ASSIDUOUS!"
Ayame giggled. "That has ass in it!"
The wrath of Shigure fell upon him.
"No! You must be brave! You cannot gain experience and wisdom without restraint! You cannot hinder yourself with one stupid mistake. Therefore to stop you from doing such a thing, I will give to you my most treasured possession!"
Ayame gazed at Shigure with rapt attention as he opened a drawer and drew out a book, which he opened and took out a further box.
"I present to you, Ayame my love, my Sakura Blossom Scented Ultra-thin Pleasure Textured Condoms!"
The box glowed in the breeze as it was placed in Ayame's hands. It was as though the essence of it spilled over him. Sakura blossoms floated in the wind, and he felt as though he would be swept away by the magnificence of this gift.
"But why, Gure-chan? Why do you place this upon me?"
"Alas, you are so innocent. You must learn, Aya-chan, that you have a very formidable quality that will cast a light upon you even in the darkest hour. Aya-chan, look deep within you, and you will know it is always yours. From the outside, it is obvious, especially to me, a seasoned warrior of the field."
"What is it, sensei?"
Shigure took a deep breath, and looked Ayame over from head to toe. He felt himself blush at the sight of his slender friend, with his picturesque build and slightly feminine waist and hips. He took in the gorgeous rippling silver hair that flowed down his back in waves, and at last he spoke. Yes, Shigure the raging novelist spoke, and his words Ayame would never forget.
"AYA-CHAN!" he boomed, "you have Sex Appeal!"
A crimson color rose to Ayame's cheeks. His heart seemed to soar at this compliment from his dear friend. Then came the soul surge. Ayame threw himself upon Shigure with a yell, and the men held each other tight for what seemed like hours, but it was really minutes.
Then Ayame parted to finish packing and Shigure set off to finish travel arrangements. As he looked out the window at the bright sun, Ayame grinned a grin with the power of a million DDR machines. He was going to America!
Ayame's Magnificent Quest for Sex
A/N: Thank you very much to my reviewers! I know this is starting off a bit shabby and confusing, but it will all come to light soon. Stay tune for many odd things in America.
~ ~
Kyou and Yuki waved their arms vigorously at the window after being locked out of their own home. They sighed despairingly. Tohru was probably in the kitchen, and Ayame and Shigure were "planning." It had all started this morning when the two men had kicked them out of the house in lieu of an impulse to have absolute concentration.
"We get Tohru! Go find your own high school girls," yelled Shigure with a wink. Ayame had flashed them a peace sign and they were out the door.
Kyou headed off to train and Yuki went to his garden, leaving Shigure's household and Tohru at the mercy of the two raging bachelors. The aforementioned pair sat in Shigure's study with a platter of food and a large tablet of paper. They had decided that today would be dedicated to planning.
Shigure sat in the office chair in a suit and tie, his hair combed (a rare occurrence) and a jaunty grin on his face. A pink-clad Ayame sat at his side, gazing at his friend adoringly. He was ready to learn the ways of the world, and his new travel agent Gure-chan was just the one to teach him!
Shigure surveyed the tablet with a practiced grace. Through the morning, Ayame and he began planning out all that would need to be done. At last they finished the list. It contained every imaginable arrangement, every possible thing that would have to be done. Then Shigure took to his feet. It was time to enlighten Ayame on the seriousness of his mission.
Inspirational music played in the background. Our mentor Shigure seemed to be backed by a field of sparkling flowers and bubbles. He had long since discarded the jacket part of his suit, and stood only in a white button starched shirt, with a few of the top buttons left unlatched. He made a dashing figure as he looked out into the horizon, ever aware of Ayame's adoring eyes.
In a deep powerful voice, he began with a single statement:
"Ayame, we have come here today for the sake of your future. Plan, we must, and survive. Your heart and your future, secure them we will."
To Ayame at that moment, it was as though Shigure's suit became a robe and a light saber was thrust through his hand instead of a pen. He watched him with rapt attention, flowers floating from his eyes.
"Gure-chan, you are amazing!"
"We have made technical preparations, but this is no sole journey of the body. It is solely the journey of your soul!"
Somewhere, a star was born into the universe! That was the sensation Ayame felt at the hands of Shigure.
"There will be troubles, and there will be pain. You must be ever watchful, my loving friend. Your personality is yet untarnished by perversion and greed, but in America, those threats will abound. You must take them in stride, you must be ASSIDUOUS!"
Ayame giggled. "That has ass in it!"
The wrath of Shigure fell upon him.
"No! You must be brave! You cannot gain experience and wisdom without restraint! You cannot hinder yourself with one stupid mistake. Therefore to stop you from doing such a thing, I will give to you my most treasured possession!"
Ayame gazed at Shigure with rapt attention as he opened a drawer and drew out a book, which he opened and took out a further box.
"I present to you, Ayame my love, my Sakura Blossom Scented Ultra-thin Pleasure Textured Condoms!"
The box glowed in the breeze as it was placed in Ayame's hands. It was as though the essence of it spilled over him. Sakura blossoms floated in the wind, and he felt as though he would be swept away by the magnificence of this gift.
"But why, Gure-chan? Why do you place this upon me?"
"Alas, you are so innocent. You must learn, Aya-chan, that you have a very formidable quality that will cast a light upon you even in the darkest hour. Aya-chan, look deep within you, and you will know it is always yours. From the outside, it is obvious, especially to me, a seasoned warrior of the field."
"What is it, sensei?"
Shigure took a deep breath, and looked Ayame over from head to toe. He felt himself blush at the sight of his slender friend, with his picturesque build and slightly feminine waist and hips. He took in the gorgeous rippling silver hair that flowed down his back in waves, and at last he spoke. Yes, Shigure the raging novelist spoke, and his words Ayame would never forget.
"AYA-CHAN!" he boomed, "you have Sex Appeal!"
A crimson color rose to Ayame's cheeks. His heart seemed to soar at this compliment from his dear friend. Then came the soul surge. Ayame threw himself upon Shigure with a yell, and the men held each other tight for what seemed like hours, but it was really minutes.
Then Ayame parted to finish packing and Shigure set off to finish travel arrangements. As he looked out the window at the bright sun, Ayame grinned a grin with the power of a million DDR machines. He was going to America!