Author's Note: OMG It's back! XDDDD It lives!beams In case you guys haven't heard already, the reason for the none update is that my computer crashed sometime last year and took the chapters of this fic with it. After that stunt we didn't know how to continue 'cause whatever we wrote seemed to be below the standard of the deleted chapters. But now, it's back! XD And we're happy. We hope you guys will enjoy this chapter and continue to read this fic on crack!

Fruits Basket Forever: Chaos in Vegas

Chapter 3: Surviving Each Other

By: Stardustangel

Yuki sweatdropped as Kyou was grabbed and towed manually screaming and scratching into the adjoined bathroom. The door was then slammed solidly shut and an indignant shout could be heard from the side room.

Tooru could be seen slightly smiling as this went on.

"So… Honda-san, did you like dinner?" Yuki tried to make small talk over shouting and clunking that emanated from the bathroom.

"The food was so different! I couldn't help but try them all!"

Meanwhile…

CLUNK CLANK

"AHHHH!"

"KYOU-KUN!"

THUMP SPLASH CRASH POUND

Then silence………..

"It seems like Kagura won again" Shigure remarked after a period of silence with a smile/smirk.

"Ah! The joys of youth! The passion, the energy! The bathtub calls for me! Gure-san, let's take a bath together!"

"Your wish is my command!"

Shigure and Ayame shared a secret look, quickly gathered their towels and headed towards the bathroom, determined to make more noise than Kagura and Kyou.

Watching the two leave to do things which he didn't even want to think about, Hatori felt a headache starting up.

"I feel like I'm chaperoning a bunch of kids" he muttered and went to grab a book. Setting down in an armchair he hoped that the book was interesting enough to keep his attention off of whatever Shigure and Ayame were planning to do in the bathtub.

"God give me patience."

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.: 2 Hours Later ………… :.

The bathroom door opened with a loud bang as a happy looking Kagura strolled out with a red as a tomato Kyou trailing behind.

"YOU CRAZY WOMAN! I TOLD YOU THAT THE WATER WAS TOO HOT!"

"But I had to turn the hot water on to full-blast! How else would I get my precious Kyou-kun clean?" this statement was delivered accompanied by a pair of watery eyes.

Kyou sighed knowing that it was a lost cause already but still fumed to himself.

Seeing Kyou stalk out with a trail of steam trailing behind him as well as pour out of the bathroom in huge waves, Yuki took extra effort to give him an extra potent pointed glare.

"Baka neko, now there probably isn't any hot water left for me or any of the other patrons in this hotel!" he huffed.

"Kuso nesumi! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! It's her," he shouted, pointing at a smiling and satisfied looking Kagura who is now happily conversing with Tooru and sweatdrops massively.

Meanwhile all this was happening; Hatori, in the adjacent room, was hard at war with a building migraine. After their little romp in the bathroom Shigure and Ayame had come out properly attired in robes. Then they proceeded to turn on the television and giggle and comment over various programs never staying with one station for too long.

Excerpts from Hatori's current thoughts:

"How old are they again?"

"When will they ever act their age?"

"Oh my GOD, what the heck are they watching and is that position even humanly possible!"

"Americans…"

Giving up on the possibility of being able to keep his sanity around the two supposingly fellow adults, he grabs a towel and walks quickly and purposefully towards the bathroom.

After locking the bathroom door, he thanks whatever entity whom listens to cursed people's wishes that he had made it to safety safely. He then proceeded to take a long steaming shower using the sound of the falling water to block out the loud random noises outside.

He seemed to be doing a lot of noise blocking lately.

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"KYOU-KUN! SHARE A BED WITH ME!"

"LIKE HELL I WILL!"

"Honda-san, do you need help with all the dirty laundry? Here, just put it in this bag and we'll give it to the cleaning lady to wash, you don't need to do laundry here." Yuki smiles warmly at the innocent girl, "It's a vacation."

"What are you doing you damn mouse! Get away from her!"

An all too familiar verbal banter ensues complete with much insults and raised voices.

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Two hours, three shouting matches, twenty bruises, and one referee later, the Souma family finally settled down for the night and Hatori took two aspirins for his aspiring headache.