Disclaimer- I don't own the Fruits Basket series or Chara, though Natori
(aka Ms. Fujishima) is my creation.
~*~ "Shigure? We're back from school. "Yuki called as he and Tohru removed their shoes in the entryway before continuing on into the house. They found Shigure leaning in the door of the kitchen, one hand gripping the belt that secured his kimono.
"Well, hello. You 2 are home early. Did something happen at school?" He asked, his gaze surveying the 2 of them.
"Why Tohru. Whatever happened to your hand?" he added as he saw the bandage wrapped around her right wrist and hand, which she held protectively curled to her chest.
"She sprained her wrist in Drama Class today, and the nurse said I should bring her home. Naturally, Hatori should come and take a look at it, so we can hear what he thinks." Yuki replied.
"Oh no! It hardly even hurts! I don't want to bother Hatori. He's so busy." Tohru exclaimed, biting her lip as she shook her head in disagreement.
"But, Ms. Honda, what if you've hurt it worse than what you think. We don't want you to be in any pain." Yuki replied, turning his large, soulful eyes on her, gazing at her intently.
"Yes, and besides, we may have to do longer without your wonderful cooking if you've hurt it worse than you think. "Shigure added.
"Is eating all you ever think about? "Yuki hissed, glancing at him disdainfully.
"No. I also think about ways to torture...I mean, amuse, my editor, Mei. " He answered, as Yuki shook his head in shame.
"I can't even believe we're related." He replied as Shigure skipped off to call Hatori.
~*~
"Look. Can I go home now?" Kyo asked in annoyance as he shoved the last fake sword Ms. Fujishima had had him polishing back in it's holder, looking up at her.
"Nope, not yet. I have things for you to do still." She announced without glancing up from the papers she was reading though, the questionnaires no doubt she'd made Kyo collect from everyone before class had ended.
"I've already been your indentured servant for the past 2 hours! School ended an hour ago! Most of the sports clubs has already gone home today! How much longer do you plan to keep me here?!" Kyo seethed between gritted teeth, his expression one of anger. With a sigh, Ms. Fujishima glanced up, leveling a look upon him.
"You're going to stay until I'm finished. And I'll be finished as soon as I read these, which wont take me long, if you'll stop interrupting me." She announced, going back to her papers.
"Slave driver. "Kyo muttered, leaning against the wall to glare at her in silence. She'd better not do this to him everyday. He had a life too, you know.
"Quit glaring at me, Mr. Sohma, or I'll invent something else for you to do."
~*~
"Well, you've just strained it." Hatori announced as he re-wrapped Tohru's wrist, leveling a look on Yuki.
"And how exactly did she do this, Yuki? Shigure said it happened in drama class, but I figured there was something wrong with the phone. "He added.
"It was in drama class. Kyo accidentally knocked a porcelain bust of William Shakespeare off the top of one of the cabinets, and Tohru used her hand to block it from hitting her in the head." Yuki replied, as he knelt next to Tohru, placing an icepack on her wrist.
"Kyo? In a drama class?" Hatori asked, his mouth twitching.
"Speaking of which, where is Kyo, anyway?" Shigure asked.
"Well, not only is Kyo taking a drama class, but the teacher, Ms. Fujishima, must have taken a liking to him as well. Since she made him her assistant." Yuki replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"Her assistant." Hatori stated as Shigure began to laugh hysterically. Even Hatori looked amused by the idea.
"Kyo didn't act too excited about the idea, but I think it would be fun." Tohru said with a slight smile, when the sliding door suddenly opened, Kyo framed in the opening. He was practically oozing vibes of rage as he stood there, his eyes wide.
"It's hell. Pure hell." He announced, before he slammed the door. They could hear him stomping toward the roof.
"Well, evidently Tohru, Kyo doesn't share your opinion." Shigure replied.
~*~ "Shigure? We're back from school. "Yuki called as he and Tohru removed their shoes in the entryway before continuing on into the house. They found Shigure leaning in the door of the kitchen, one hand gripping the belt that secured his kimono.
"Well, hello. You 2 are home early. Did something happen at school?" He asked, his gaze surveying the 2 of them.
"Why Tohru. Whatever happened to your hand?" he added as he saw the bandage wrapped around her right wrist and hand, which she held protectively curled to her chest.
"She sprained her wrist in Drama Class today, and the nurse said I should bring her home. Naturally, Hatori should come and take a look at it, so we can hear what he thinks." Yuki replied.
"Oh no! It hardly even hurts! I don't want to bother Hatori. He's so busy." Tohru exclaimed, biting her lip as she shook her head in disagreement.
"But, Ms. Honda, what if you've hurt it worse than what you think. We don't want you to be in any pain." Yuki replied, turning his large, soulful eyes on her, gazing at her intently.
"Yes, and besides, we may have to do longer without your wonderful cooking if you've hurt it worse than you think. "Shigure added.
"Is eating all you ever think about? "Yuki hissed, glancing at him disdainfully.
"No. I also think about ways to torture...I mean, amuse, my editor, Mei. " He answered, as Yuki shook his head in shame.
"I can't even believe we're related." He replied as Shigure skipped off to call Hatori.
~*~
"Look. Can I go home now?" Kyo asked in annoyance as he shoved the last fake sword Ms. Fujishima had had him polishing back in it's holder, looking up at her.
"Nope, not yet. I have things for you to do still." She announced without glancing up from the papers she was reading though, the questionnaires no doubt she'd made Kyo collect from everyone before class had ended.
"I've already been your indentured servant for the past 2 hours! School ended an hour ago! Most of the sports clubs has already gone home today! How much longer do you plan to keep me here?!" Kyo seethed between gritted teeth, his expression one of anger. With a sigh, Ms. Fujishima glanced up, leveling a look upon him.
"You're going to stay until I'm finished. And I'll be finished as soon as I read these, which wont take me long, if you'll stop interrupting me." She announced, going back to her papers.
"Slave driver. "Kyo muttered, leaning against the wall to glare at her in silence. She'd better not do this to him everyday. He had a life too, you know.
"Quit glaring at me, Mr. Sohma, or I'll invent something else for you to do."
~*~
"Well, you've just strained it." Hatori announced as he re-wrapped Tohru's wrist, leveling a look on Yuki.
"And how exactly did she do this, Yuki? Shigure said it happened in drama class, but I figured there was something wrong with the phone. "He added.
"It was in drama class. Kyo accidentally knocked a porcelain bust of William Shakespeare off the top of one of the cabinets, and Tohru used her hand to block it from hitting her in the head." Yuki replied, as he knelt next to Tohru, placing an icepack on her wrist.
"Kyo? In a drama class?" Hatori asked, his mouth twitching.
"Speaking of which, where is Kyo, anyway?" Shigure asked.
"Well, not only is Kyo taking a drama class, but the teacher, Ms. Fujishima, must have taken a liking to him as well. Since she made him her assistant." Yuki replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"Her assistant." Hatori stated as Shigure began to laugh hysterically. Even Hatori looked amused by the idea.
"Kyo didn't act too excited about the idea, but I think it would be fun." Tohru said with a slight smile, when the sliding door suddenly opened, Kyo framed in the opening. He was practically oozing vibes of rage as he stood there, his eyes wide.
"It's hell. Pure hell." He announced, before he slammed the door. They could hear him stomping toward the roof.
"Well, evidently Tohru, Kyo doesn't share your opinion." Shigure replied.