Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.


This was the straw that broke the scarred boy's back.

If he heard one more giggle, one more instance of sexual innuendo, he was going to go on a journey much like the ones Kyo embarked on in order to escape Kagura's wrath. He'd shave his head. He'd don long robes and become a monk.

Yuki went to bed, prohibiting himself from getting up. He planned to shut his eyes and sleep, forgetting everything he saw today. More importantly, what he heard. Luckilly, it was Saturday so he could sleep in. Maybe he'd stay in his room all day tomorrow.

But his cursed bladder was working on overtime. He drank one cup of tea and all of a sudden, he had to pee like it was nobody's business.

He tried holding it in, but it was hard not submitting to his deranged bladder. So he got up and journeyed to the bathroom.

It was 11 o'clock according to the glow-in-the-dark Hello Kitty watch on his wrist (that he only wore out of Kyo's presence, lest he tease him and injure his manly ego).

He gulped and braced himself to venture into the bathroom, in which he believed Hatori and Ayame were...

As he passed another room, he noted the light spilling from the crack of the door.

Forget it, Yuki told himself. But he stopped anyway. That was the room Hatsuharu was occupying.

Evidently, he wasn't alone.

"We all know how loud you are. You'll wake everyone up," Kagura's voice stated.

"Technically, we both make the same amount of noise. And we'll be quiet. No one'll hear," Hatsuharu said.

"I really should do this with Kyo."

"Oh, like he would!"

"Hatsuharu! That's insulting!"

"Sorry, kid. I'm your only option. Unless you want to wake Kyo up."

"No, it's fine. You didn't happen to turn Black, did you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you're acting so callous."

"If I'm Black or White, does it matter?"

"I guess not."

The bed began to rock, making creaking noises Yuki whimpered at. No. This was cruelty personified! His legs collapsed into each other, not only because he wanted to hold the piss in, but because he was terrified.

"Well...This isn't...so bad..," Kagura puffed out.

"Great exercise, huh," Hatsuharu said in breathilly installments.

"Hey, Haru. Are...Are you Black or White?"

"Uh...BLACK!"

He lunged for her from what he could discern.

Kagura laughed. "You're so...rough with me!"

A THUMP! sounded.

Now Yuki might've been traumatized, but he wasn't stupid. From his past experiences, he knew they were doing something other than what it sounded like. He didn't know WHAT, but he knew it to be true. Which was why he blustered into the room: to prove himself right! They weren't having sex in there!

His eyes landed on the figures on the floor. Kagura and Hatsuharu were in each other's arms.

Oh God.

Yuki was wrong.

Dead wrong.

You see, they might've not been having sex at the moment.

But why else was Kagura's shirt partially unbuttoned?

Why else was Hatsuharu's shirt off?

Why else was both of their hair tossled?

The only explanation was clear.

They were about to have sex.

Oh Lord. Budha. God. Krishna. Allah...

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" he cried out before bolting.

"Wait! Yuki!" Hatsuharu got up and tried to locate his shirt.

By then, poor Yuki was in his room, forgetting to go to the bathroom. The urine in him dried up at the heinous scene.

He tried hard to sleep.

Sleep eluded him for a long, long time.