So...today was my last day. Expect many many many updates and a few new
stories!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.....for shame
Easily Amused: Really, Really
"OWW!!! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!!! OUCH!!! THAT HURTS!!" I screamed in agony as the doctor approached me. My eyes were closed and and my good arm was outstretched to keep away the insane doc. Well I didn't know if he was insane. My eyes were shut so tightly...
"I haven't even touched you yet." I opened one eye and giggled nervously. The guy didn't look like a crackpot at all. In fact, he was just as cute as my rescuer who remained lounging in the corner. However, reality came crashing back down as he made an effort to grab for my wrist. I yanked it back like he was emitting a different kind of heat that burned the skin just by looking at him. My silverish eyes turned into defensive slits.
"And you're not going to either." Call me paranoid, but I have a thing with doctors. I hate them. Granted, i've had the occasional handsome medical man that I wouldn't mind playing nurse with, but the rest were creepy geezers that wanted nothing more than to stick a needle in me and pretend that a sugarcoated sucker will make it all better. Yeah right. News flash: the candy just made me hyper, and gave my mom a headache. This guy was no different. I scooted to the edge of the small stool I was placed on and held my long leg out as a shield. I could only imagine how ridiculous I looked.
"Ms......If you would just.....Ms...."
"LaFayette." Both the doctor and I glanced over at Shigure. So, the man had a good memory. I was so enthralled with the fact that my savior remembered a name that most math and science teachers mispronounced, I hadn't noticed the doctor grab for my hand until I felt the coolness of his palm and a twinge of pain. My eyes watered over and I honestly felt like crying amidst these men.
"So....Hatori.....wha'ts the diagnosis?" Hatori. So that was the mystery doctor's name. I couldn't say he was creepy looking, because he wasn't. He seemed...sad. His dark hair hung over his left eye and more than anything at that moment, I wanted to brush it away. A pet peeve of mine.
"Take this." He placed a pill in my already open mouth. My cheeks instantly reddened at the thought of fly roaming my mouth and choking me in front of Shigure. I swallowed the stupid pill with little or no difficulty. What was it for anyway? CRACK!
"OWWWWWW! Son of a bitch!! Dammit!" Both men's eyes widened at the language pouring from my mouth. Like I said, I can't control it. But the damn doctor broke my wrist!! He fixed something on his vest and proceeded towards the door.
"It was a fracture. I had to break it in order for it to mend correctly." My hand was officially numb. He must've given me a pain killer. Funny, but I still feel the pain!! I could feel my eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
"X-rays! X-rays would've been nice here!" He turned towards me when he reached the door.
"I need some supplies for your cast. I'll be right back. Shigure, will you follow me outside, please?" Shigure smiled at me and began to follow Hatori, pausing beside my seat on the stool.
"Now you just make yourself comfortable Dusty and don't go anywhere! I'll be right back." I mumbled a few more choice words as Shigure closed the door behind him and Hatori. I sighed and clicked my heels against the metal framework of the stool. Thinking of Shigure, I cringed. Helping a girl with a fractured, no, I take that back -BROKEN wrist, was one thing. But taking me to his home?! I was more than freaked out. I'll admit, the guy had a nice pad but i'm not that kind of girl; one to go home with the guy the first day. It was then that I found out that the stool was indeed a swivel stool. What's a girl to do in a room alone with a swivel stool and medication in her system? Spin, of course! Immature, yes, but man, it was fun. My solo party was ruined as a soft cough echoed throughout the room and spun around to meet Shigure's boyish good looks. Hatori crouched before me and within five minutes, my left wrist was in a cast and starting the healing process. Hatori motioned for me to wait outside while he and Shigure had another 'talk'. I obeyed, partially because the pain had returned to my wrist and I didn't want either of them to see me wince in pain like a baby. I think they half expected me to wander throughout the house on my own, but I learned from harsh experiences that wandering only led to chaos.
It had been the first night at Henry's and I had taken it upon myself to see just what this guy was into. You know, if he had any taboo secrets that I could later use against him at the wedding. I was awful, I know. Isn't it spectacular? Anyway, I had made it all the way to the back bedroom and opened the door to find my mom hastily covering herself and Henry. I had seen enough. I simply closed the door and did my best to block out that memory from brain for the rest of my life. I sometimes wonder if therapy would have been easier. Low murmurs were heard behind the thin door and I rested my ear upon it to hear better.
"Absolutely not."
"Just until she finds her friends."
"No. What if she finds out, Shigure? Did you ever stop and think about that? No, you didn't. You don't know how to think with your brain."
"I resent that. No doubt that she is quite attractive.....but that's beside the point! She's alone, she's scared, she's.."
"The perfect reason for you to sharpen your flirtation skills."
"I am SO much more than the excessive pervert you make me out to be."
"..."
"One week."
"No. He will be against it." I would've tried harder to figure out the conversation, even though I pretty much got the jist of it, but my attention was brought to a young girl carrying, and conversing of all things, with a rat.
"Sorry! I really didn't mean it.. I-" My eyebrow rose a little, trying to comprehend just why the hell this girl was talking to a rat. She smiled at me and continued her walk down the hallway. I pushed at the door, not really caring what I walked in on. I had seen it all by now. Or so I thought.
"Dusty! It has been decided that you will stay in MY home until we can locate your friends." He directed the 'MY' at Hatori who seemed to be glaring at me.
"That's really sweet and all but all I really want to do is go home." I was so lost. My family was an ocean, or a few countries/continents - depending on which side of the globe you looked at- away from me. My friends were obviously NOT going to find me anytime soon, which left me in strange house WITHOUT American toilets and with an incoherently hot man that would lead me into unfamiliar temptation that I was too young to be thinking about in the first place! My mind was screaming to just run. Run and find some cheesy American tourist and beg for them to adopt me until I could find the idiots I called friends that would have to put a leash on me from now on, JUST so I won't wander off into adult novelty stores. The tears came for the first time in a few years. I was scared, unprotected.
"Dusty?" Shigure walked towards me but I didn't want him to see me crying. Another pet peeve. It makes me look weak if I cry in front of a man. And I didn't want to be weak; not now.
"I didn't mean to walk away from them! I just want to go home! Is that so much to ask?!" Usually, i'm clumsy in front of family and friends, but this time I tripped in front of an audience. I distinctly remember seeing that cursed stool in front of me and telling my brain to watch out as I passed Shigure and Hatori, but I hit it. And stumbled. And Shigure, being the perfect gentleman, or so I thought, moved to the side to let me fall. But he didn't move fast enough, and I could feel the rough fabric of his suit scratch my face as I wrapped my arms around his waist to catch myself. Now, I know I failed Physics...twice...but I paid enough attention to know that unless something stops you from falling, you're gonna make impact with Mother Nature's fist. And I THOUGHT I had grabbed something to stop my fall. But I hit the ground with a hard thud and small yelp from underneath me. Wait, a yelp? Since when did grown men yelp? I hadn't even noticed the cloud of smoke that had formed and before I knew it, I was peering into the eyes of a dog where Shigure had once stood. My mouth - agape. My eyes - as wide as saucers.
"As I said before, you can stay here until we find your friends." I sniffled once, unable to compute what was going on. My chest was heaving from an oncoming asthma attack. The tears had yet to dry on my face and I sniffled again. The dog in front of me shyly licked away a stray tear. Normally, I would find this cute, funny even. But for some odd reason, and I emphasize the sarcasim here, I just couldn't find a man turning into a dog hilarious. Maybe I just have a rotten sense of humor. My cast was broken and I forced my hurt hand to my mouth to muffle any screams that might try to pop out. I shook my head. This could not be happening. Especially to ME! Hadn't enough happened to me today?! Couldn't I have gone one full day without chivalrous men turning into mutts? The cloud of smoke reappeared and Shigure once again stood before me. Only this time, he was...how do I put this?.....leaving nothing to the imagination. Nude. Naked. In the buff. In the skin the good Lord put him in. Au natural.
I'm no saint. I have seen naked men before. I mean, we DO get the Abercrombie catalog in the mail. But this was different. First off, the Abercrombie guys weren't canines about three seconds before. Second, well there is no second. I was just stunned that a naked guy had just been panting and wagging a tail! A tail! Humans were supposed to have shed those a LONG time ago!! So, like any female sitting on all fours before a very well endowed specimen of the male species in the nude, I stood, stared, and then fainted. I had managed to hear the last bits of a conversation before I blacked out.
" 'Let's have her stay' he says. "
"Is she okay?"
"What do you think Shigure? She just saw your transformation AND you naked!"
"Well the last part alone would be enough to make any girl faint....but will she be okay."
"Concussion. And i'll have to redo her cast."
"I'll find her a room!"
"Shigure!....sigh....I hate doing casts..." And then I totally blacked out. I wouldn't wake up until a good day later.
"YOU LOST HER?!" Becky screamed at the top of her lungs. It was amazing that the rest of the hotel didn't kick her out. Kimmi wrapped a nervous finger around a crimson curl and sat herself on the edge of the bed.
"She was right behind me and then....she wasn't." Becky flung her arms around in the air.
"And how long exactly did it take you to figure out that she wasn't there?"
"Let's see....I saw her get behind after the really weird street, then I followed you into the subway station, then we got dinner..."
"Nevermind..." Frankie leaned onto the patio door for balance. Her ebony hair fell over her eyes and shadowed her face.
"We should go look for her."
"She won't be there."
"Why not?"
"I know Dusty and Dusty doesn't know how to stay put. Let's call the authorities and hope that someone has seen her." Frankie quirked an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Really, really."
Shigure flipped through the yellowed pages of his family history. He had seen Dusty before and he thought he knew where. He was now dressed in his writer's kimono and clicking a pen next to his ear. He couldn't say that the clicking relaxed him, it just gave him a speed to work at. He flipped a few more pages before jumping up in excitement. Bingo!
I opened my eyes, barely able to focus on my surroundings. I was in a bed, not a comfortable bed, but a bed nonetheless. And I was dressed in something completely different then I had started off with. I left the hotel in a t-shirt that sported some smartass, kinky comment and a pair of jeans that had more holes than my own body. My hair was also down. This was particularly unusual because I never wore my hair down. I had layered it once when Jennifer Aniston's hairstyle was all the rage thanks to her 'Friends' debut. I had grown out of it and decided it was best if I just kept the auburn mess up in a tangled bun. My own mother hasn't even seen me without my infamous 'buns of self conciousness'. Speaking of conciousness...
"Well good afternoon." I rubbed at my eyes and sat up. Bed move. My head instantly began to throb and I pressed a casted palm to my tawny head. It felt like I had had a ton of alcohol and was run over in the same night, only to survive the ordeal. THAT'S how much pain I was in. I squinted from the ungodly amount of sunlight that poured in and stared at Hatori, who sat across from me on the floor. He turned his head to the side and it was only then that I realized I had almost fallen out of the loose peach kimono that had been placed upon me. 'The twins', as I like to call them, weren't used to such....freedom. Hatori stood and walked over to me, his looming figure blocking out the light. "I'm sorry." He reached down towards me and without thinking, I screamed and hid underneath the thin blanket.
"Hatori!Wait!!" I heard a small rustle but I didn't know if it was Shigure who tackled Hatori or vice versa. The two men were so busy arguing that neither noticed the old book that had fallen at the end of my mat. But I did. I poked my head out from underneath the blanket and graced the pages with my finger until it rested upon a page that had been dogeared. Dogeared? I couldn't help but do a mental recap of what happened earlier. I would definetly need therapy after all this. I gasped as the I unfolded the page. There before me, underneath the bold word 'ORIGIN OF THE SOHMA CURSE' was a picture of a silver eyed brunette. A picture of...me.
"Not yet!"
"What do you know!"
"I have proof that she could be useful!!"
"Your proof is based on hormones!"
"I...I look just like her!!" Both men paused and peered over at me.
Once again, a bit OOC. But oh well. oh and FYI: For all those who have been reading 'A Life Full Of Saturdays', i'll be updating ASAP. Sorry for taking so long!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.....for shame
Easily Amused: Really, Really
"OWW!!! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!!! OUCH!!! THAT HURTS!!" I screamed in agony as the doctor approached me. My eyes were closed and and my good arm was outstretched to keep away the insane doc. Well I didn't know if he was insane. My eyes were shut so tightly...
"I haven't even touched you yet." I opened one eye and giggled nervously. The guy didn't look like a crackpot at all. In fact, he was just as cute as my rescuer who remained lounging in the corner. However, reality came crashing back down as he made an effort to grab for my wrist. I yanked it back like he was emitting a different kind of heat that burned the skin just by looking at him. My silverish eyes turned into defensive slits.
"And you're not going to either." Call me paranoid, but I have a thing with doctors. I hate them. Granted, i've had the occasional handsome medical man that I wouldn't mind playing nurse with, but the rest were creepy geezers that wanted nothing more than to stick a needle in me and pretend that a sugarcoated sucker will make it all better. Yeah right. News flash: the candy just made me hyper, and gave my mom a headache. This guy was no different. I scooted to the edge of the small stool I was placed on and held my long leg out as a shield. I could only imagine how ridiculous I looked.
"Ms......If you would just.....Ms...."
"LaFayette." Both the doctor and I glanced over at Shigure. So, the man had a good memory. I was so enthralled with the fact that my savior remembered a name that most math and science teachers mispronounced, I hadn't noticed the doctor grab for my hand until I felt the coolness of his palm and a twinge of pain. My eyes watered over and I honestly felt like crying amidst these men.
"So....Hatori.....wha'ts the diagnosis?" Hatori. So that was the mystery doctor's name. I couldn't say he was creepy looking, because he wasn't. He seemed...sad. His dark hair hung over his left eye and more than anything at that moment, I wanted to brush it away. A pet peeve of mine.
"Take this." He placed a pill in my already open mouth. My cheeks instantly reddened at the thought of fly roaming my mouth and choking me in front of Shigure. I swallowed the stupid pill with little or no difficulty. What was it for anyway? CRACK!
"OWWWWWW! Son of a bitch!! Dammit!" Both men's eyes widened at the language pouring from my mouth. Like I said, I can't control it. But the damn doctor broke my wrist!! He fixed something on his vest and proceeded towards the door.
"It was a fracture. I had to break it in order for it to mend correctly." My hand was officially numb. He must've given me a pain killer. Funny, but I still feel the pain!! I could feel my eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
"X-rays! X-rays would've been nice here!" He turned towards me when he reached the door.
"I need some supplies for your cast. I'll be right back. Shigure, will you follow me outside, please?" Shigure smiled at me and began to follow Hatori, pausing beside my seat on the stool.
"Now you just make yourself comfortable Dusty and don't go anywhere! I'll be right back." I mumbled a few more choice words as Shigure closed the door behind him and Hatori. I sighed and clicked my heels against the metal framework of the stool. Thinking of Shigure, I cringed. Helping a girl with a fractured, no, I take that back -BROKEN wrist, was one thing. But taking me to his home?! I was more than freaked out. I'll admit, the guy had a nice pad but i'm not that kind of girl; one to go home with the guy the first day. It was then that I found out that the stool was indeed a swivel stool. What's a girl to do in a room alone with a swivel stool and medication in her system? Spin, of course! Immature, yes, but man, it was fun. My solo party was ruined as a soft cough echoed throughout the room and spun around to meet Shigure's boyish good looks. Hatori crouched before me and within five minutes, my left wrist was in a cast and starting the healing process. Hatori motioned for me to wait outside while he and Shigure had another 'talk'. I obeyed, partially because the pain had returned to my wrist and I didn't want either of them to see me wince in pain like a baby. I think they half expected me to wander throughout the house on my own, but I learned from harsh experiences that wandering only led to chaos.
It had been the first night at Henry's and I had taken it upon myself to see just what this guy was into. You know, if he had any taboo secrets that I could later use against him at the wedding. I was awful, I know. Isn't it spectacular? Anyway, I had made it all the way to the back bedroom and opened the door to find my mom hastily covering herself and Henry. I had seen enough. I simply closed the door and did my best to block out that memory from brain for the rest of my life. I sometimes wonder if therapy would have been easier. Low murmurs were heard behind the thin door and I rested my ear upon it to hear better.
"Absolutely not."
"Just until she finds her friends."
"No. What if she finds out, Shigure? Did you ever stop and think about that? No, you didn't. You don't know how to think with your brain."
"I resent that. No doubt that she is quite attractive.....but that's beside the point! She's alone, she's scared, she's.."
"The perfect reason for you to sharpen your flirtation skills."
"I am SO much more than the excessive pervert you make me out to be."
"..."
"One week."
"No. He will be against it." I would've tried harder to figure out the conversation, even though I pretty much got the jist of it, but my attention was brought to a young girl carrying, and conversing of all things, with a rat.
"Sorry! I really didn't mean it.. I-" My eyebrow rose a little, trying to comprehend just why the hell this girl was talking to a rat. She smiled at me and continued her walk down the hallway. I pushed at the door, not really caring what I walked in on. I had seen it all by now. Or so I thought.
"Dusty! It has been decided that you will stay in MY home until we can locate your friends." He directed the 'MY' at Hatori who seemed to be glaring at me.
"That's really sweet and all but all I really want to do is go home." I was so lost. My family was an ocean, or a few countries/continents - depending on which side of the globe you looked at- away from me. My friends were obviously NOT going to find me anytime soon, which left me in strange house WITHOUT American toilets and with an incoherently hot man that would lead me into unfamiliar temptation that I was too young to be thinking about in the first place! My mind was screaming to just run. Run and find some cheesy American tourist and beg for them to adopt me until I could find the idiots I called friends that would have to put a leash on me from now on, JUST so I won't wander off into adult novelty stores. The tears came for the first time in a few years. I was scared, unprotected.
"Dusty?" Shigure walked towards me but I didn't want him to see me crying. Another pet peeve. It makes me look weak if I cry in front of a man. And I didn't want to be weak; not now.
"I didn't mean to walk away from them! I just want to go home! Is that so much to ask?!" Usually, i'm clumsy in front of family and friends, but this time I tripped in front of an audience. I distinctly remember seeing that cursed stool in front of me and telling my brain to watch out as I passed Shigure and Hatori, but I hit it. And stumbled. And Shigure, being the perfect gentleman, or so I thought, moved to the side to let me fall. But he didn't move fast enough, and I could feel the rough fabric of his suit scratch my face as I wrapped my arms around his waist to catch myself. Now, I know I failed Physics...twice...but I paid enough attention to know that unless something stops you from falling, you're gonna make impact with Mother Nature's fist. And I THOUGHT I had grabbed something to stop my fall. But I hit the ground with a hard thud and small yelp from underneath me. Wait, a yelp? Since when did grown men yelp? I hadn't even noticed the cloud of smoke that had formed and before I knew it, I was peering into the eyes of a dog where Shigure had once stood. My mouth - agape. My eyes - as wide as saucers.
"As I said before, you can stay here until we find your friends." I sniffled once, unable to compute what was going on. My chest was heaving from an oncoming asthma attack. The tears had yet to dry on my face and I sniffled again. The dog in front of me shyly licked away a stray tear. Normally, I would find this cute, funny even. But for some odd reason, and I emphasize the sarcasim here, I just couldn't find a man turning into a dog hilarious. Maybe I just have a rotten sense of humor. My cast was broken and I forced my hurt hand to my mouth to muffle any screams that might try to pop out. I shook my head. This could not be happening. Especially to ME! Hadn't enough happened to me today?! Couldn't I have gone one full day without chivalrous men turning into mutts? The cloud of smoke reappeared and Shigure once again stood before me. Only this time, he was...how do I put this?.....leaving nothing to the imagination. Nude. Naked. In the buff. In the skin the good Lord put him in. Au natural.
I'm no saint. I have seen naked men before. I mean, we DO get the Abercrombie catalog in the mail. But this was different. First off, the Abercrombie guys weren't canines about three seconds before. Second, well there is no second. I was just stunned that a naked guy had just been panting and wagging a tail! A tail! Humans were supposed to have shed those a LONG time ago!! So, like any female sitting on all fours before a very well endowed specimen of the male species in the nude, I stood, stared, and then fainted. I had managed to hear the last bits of a conversation before I blacked out.
" 'Let's have her stay' he says. "
"Is she okay?"
"What do you think Shigure? She just saw your transformation AND you naked!"
"Well the last part alone would be enough to make any girl faint....but will she be okay."
"Concussion. And i'll have to redo her cast."
"I'll find her a room!"
"Shigure!....sigh....I hate doing casts..." And then I totally blacked out. I wouldn't wake up until a good day later.
"YOU LOST HER?!" Becky screamed at the top of her lungs. It was amazing that the rest of the hotel didn't kick her out. Kimmi wrapped a nervous finger around a crimson curl and sat herself on the edge of the bed.
"She was right behind me and then....she wasn't." Becky flung her arms around in the air.
"And how long exactly did it take you to figure out that she wasn't there?"
"Let's see....I saw her get behind after the really weird street, then I followed you into the subway station, then we got dinner..."
"Nevermind..." Frankie leaned onto the patio door for balance. Her ebony hair fell over her eyes and shadowed her face.
"We should go look for her."
"She won't be there."
"Why not?"
"I know Dusty and Dusty doesn't know how to stay put. Let's call the authorities and hope that someone has seen her." Frankie quirked an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Really, really."
Shigure flipped through the yellowed pages of his family history. He had seen Dusty before and he thought he knew where. He was now dressed in his writer's kimono and clicking a pen next to his ear. He couldn't say that the clicking relaxed him, it just gave him a speed to work at. He flipped a few more pages before jumping up in excitement. Bingo!
I opened my eyes, barely able to focus on my surroundings. I was in a bed, not a comfortable bed, but a bed nonetheless. And I was dressed in something completely different then I had started off with. I left the hotel in a t-shirt that sported some smartass, kinky comment and a pair of jeans that had more holes than my own body. My hair was also down. This was particularly unusual because I never wore my hair down. I had layered it once when Jennifer Aniston's hairstyle was all the rage thanks to her 'Friends' debut. I had grown out of it and decided it was best if I just kept the auburn mess up in a tangled bun. My own mother hasn't even seen me without my infamous 'buns of self conciousness'. Speaking of conciousness...
"Well good afternoon." I rubbed at my eyes and sat up. Bed move. My head instantly began to throb and I pressed a casted palm to my tawny head. It felt like I had had a ton of alcohol and was run over in the same night, only to survive the ordeal. THAT'S how much pain I was in. I squinted from the ungodly amount of sunlight that poured in and stared at Hatori, who sat across from me on the floor. He turned his head to the side and it was only then that I realized I had almost fallen out of the loose peach kimono that had been placed upon me. 'The twins', as I like to call them, weren't used to such....freedom. Hatori stood and walked over to me, his looming figure blocking out the light. "I'm sorry." He reached down towards me and without thinking, I screamed and hid underneath the thin blanket.
"Hatori!Wait!!" I heard a small rustle but I didn't know if it was Shigure who tackled Hatori or vice versa. The two men were so busy arguing that neither noticed the old book that had fallen at the end of my mat. But I did. I poked my head out from underneath the blanket and graced the pages with my finger until it rested upon a page that had been dogeared. Dogeared? I couldn't help but do a mental recap of what happened earlier. I would definetly need therapy after all this. I gasped as the I unfolded the page. There before me, underneath the bold word 'ORIGIN OF THE SOHMA CURSE' was a picture of a silver eyed brunette. A picture of...me.
"Not yet!"
"What do you know!"
"I have proof that she could be useful!!"
"Your proof is based on hormones!"
"I...I look just like her!!" Both men paused and peered over at me.
Once again, a bit OOC. But oh well. oh and FYI: For all those who have been reading 'A Life Full Of Saturdays', i'll be updating ASAP. Sorry for taking so long!