MoonDeity: Hee-hee. And so it begins. I just love saying that. It makes me giggle.
"Look, I'm a sperm! Oh, I just love saying that word; it makes me giggle! Come on, say it with me! Sperm!" --Brogan's 8th Grade Science Teacher.
Disclaimer: I do not own a Fruits Basket DVD. I do not own Fruits Basket art. I do not own any interest in the series at all. So what makes you think I'd want to own the anime itself?
Chapter 5:
It's Called Emotionally Scarred.
The clock read 3:29 when Shigure and Ayame pulled up to the spa. They got out of the car, empty handed, for they had gone to a peep show instead of grocery shopping, and cautiously creeped into the spa.
"Do you think that was long enough?" Shigure whispered. "I don't hear any noises."
"Maybe she took the wrong cup," Ayame replied.
"She better not have! I spent all of my editor's money on that Viagra!"
"She's going to kill you if she finds out."
"Yeah, maybe, but she has a nice ass…"
The two cautiously crept up to the silent spa. All was quieter, silent, and slightly white tinted. Shigure looked at Ayame, who shrugged. Maybe their plan didn't work and no one took the Viagra after all. But yet…too quiet. Dangerously quiet.
As Shigure and Ayame turned to return to the strip club, a clattering was head, the sliding of doors, and then…
The two turned around and were met with a frightening sight. Kyo. Was standing in front of them, stark naked, sheet white, and covered with a two-inch thick layer of extra phlemy cum. Shigure's eyebrows shot up. Ayame nearly wet himself within his new fur coat. Kyo just stood there.
Covered in cum.
Naked.
He took a shuddering breath….and had a massive orgasm right then and there.
MoonDeity: In case you haven't figured this out yet, I really dislike Fruits Basket. This is why I might come down a little harshly on the characters within this fic. Terra likes Fruits Basket. Quite a bit, actually. So, talk to her, and not to me about whether or not I've properly outlined the characters. I did it to add a little something different. It's no everyday you get a fic in which the author hates the anime. Variety is the spice of life.
