Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.


He was in need of a psychiatrist.

They didn't suspect that Yuki believed them to be engaged in lascivious acts. Through his blushing and shock, he managed to swallow a riceball down. Who knew that bacon and cheese would taste so great encased in rice? Tohru made so many different flavored riceballs, all of them delicious …

But Yuki was moving on from that point of confusion! He resolved to forget it and move on without crying to a stranger about his scarred mind.

But he couldn't move on. Not now, with a new situation in front of him.

The purple-haired Sohma was reading a very good book in the living room. The silence was soothing. But sounds from the bathroom ebbed at his attention span. Unwillingly, he moved closer.

"Bend over," a voice ordered. Yuki recognized it as his brother's.

"Why?" Hatori asked.

Instead of running, he inched up the stairs, his stomach churning like a barrel of butter.

"Just do it, okay?"

"There's no other way?"

Ayame giggled. "Nope."

"You just want to look at my ass."

He laughed again.

Hatori sighed in defeat. "Fine." A sigh. "Just how did I end up like this?"

"Well, you lost a bet and—"

"Nevermind," he said hastily.

"You ready? I'm going to thread it in now…"

"OW!"

"Well, if you stopped moving around, Hatori…"

"Sonofa—"

"Fine, you do it."

"I could do it better than you. Way better."

Silence, then Ayame's voice again.

"Yes, that's the way, Hatori! You're kick-ass at this!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is pretty cool. I feel…sexy!"

"And that's because we're having s—"

Yuki leaned against the door, not knowing it was ajar. He fell into the bathroom with a red face.

"—Such a good time feeling pretty!"

Yuki blinked once. Blinked again.

Because he didn't think he'd see Hatori in a dress with Ayame kneeling at his feet. The stoic doctor was holding a needle and sewing sequins on the red dress.

Hatori looked away. "This is embarrassing."

"You're so clumsy, Ha'ri. You shouldn't have dropped the needle! I ask to hold it for a minute and you drop it! I'm sorry I poked you so many times though." Ayame smiled at Yuki as he carried a blue dress in his arms.

"Yuki, you'd look so great in this dress! Put it on!"

He shut the door and ran.