Wilkommen!...er, I mean, WELCOME! to chapter two. nods please enjoy. Oh, and iI forgot to say, in the first chapter...I don't own fruits basket. My friends would be worshipping me and I would have a lot more money if I did...so I don't. right. .

Also, SPOILER WARNING: SKIP THIS IF YOU DON"T WANT A SPOILER.

I know Akito is a women. I'd written this fic long before the info came out, and I don't want it to go to waste. I tried to subtly state that i knew last chapter, but apparently, no one gets that. --. like i said, it's an AU fic. AU meaning ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. in which Akito is a man. Thank you.

SPOILER WARNING ENDED

Please enjoy.

CHAPTER 2

Hatori sighed while Akito just looked dumbstruck.

"Who is this?" Ayame asked, eyeing Akito

"This is Akito -er, AkiKo, Akito's, uh, twin sister."

"Oh." he bowed slightly to her. "She's the one who needs clothes, right?" He sais to Hatori.

"Yes. Uh, her suitcases got lost on the way here, and, she, well, fell in the koi pond. Her clothes are completely ruined."

Ayame blinked. "She doesn't have anything?"

"Nothing." Akiko piped up, glaring at Hatori for some unfathomable reason.

"No underwear or anything?"

"Nothing! This is Hatori-san's shirt."

"Uh..Well, I didn't bring any underwear…I have a bikini in here" he opened one of the trunks. "I guess that'll have to do for underclothing for now. I'll call Kagura and have her take you shopping."

"Why can't you?"

Ayame blinked. "Uh..I can't. You know..girl stuff…"

Akiko suddenly realized what he was referring to and blushed furiously. "Oh, yeah."

Ayame tossed a very skimpy bikini in neon pink and yellow at her.

"Uh…do you have any less…bright…colours?"

"Allow me to check...I have just pink…a bright blue…"

While Ayame was rumaging through the clothes, Akiko leaned over and hissed at Hatori "'Akiko'? That was the best you could come up with!?"

"Well, now you have a cover story!" Hatori hissed back. "Just make sure you answer to 'Akiko' from now on!"

"oh, here's a red-"Ayame suddenly called.

"I'll take the red." Akiko snatched it and stalked out of the room. Ayame's gaze followed her. He tucked the other suits back in the truck.

"She's so like Akito it's scary." He commented. "Pretty, too." Hatori choked.

"Yes, yes she is. Maybe you should start checking for some clothes for her."

"Well, I need to know her preferences."

"Oh."

Akiko stalked back into the room, wearing Hatori's shirt over the bikini, which she had managed to figure out.

"Good." Began Ayame cheerfully. "Now, you need to tell me what kind of clothes you like to wear-"

"I have traditional sandals, and my mother's kimono. That's it."

"Well! I have some nice outfits here. First, what is your preference in colour ?"

"Black. Or crimson. Nothing else."

"Well, you'll need footwear too…lets see… I've got it!" from a trunk, he pulled a pair of black leather, spike-heeled boots, similar to Rin's. Akiko's eyes widened in horror, but Ayame didn't seem to notice. He pulled out a crimson turtleneck, a black leather vest, and skintight black leather pants. He held these items out to her, and she looked at him in disbelief.

"You expect me to wear those 'pants'?"

"You did before-" Hatori started to remind her.

"THAT WAS BEFORE! IF I HAVE TO BE A GIRL, I CAN AT LEAST DO IT PROPERLY! THOSE THINGS ARE INDECENT!" She yelled, red-faced.

Ayame turned around, hiding his confusion, and stuck them back in the trunk. "Ok, so you want a skirt or dress."

Akiko just nodded silently. She was getting a bit tired.

Ayame tossed her a pair of lacy black stockings. "Go put these on." he said, without looking up from the trunk.

Akiko did so without question. Amazingly enough, she got them on without ripping the delicate lace at all. She walked back into the front room. Ayame had Hatori holding up a black strapless-sleeveless dress.

"No."She said, calmly and quietly.

"Pardon?" replied Ayame, glancing at her.

"That thing," she said, gesturing at the dress, "has no top. I want something at least partially decent."

Hatori just looked embarrassed to be holding a dress against himself. He dropped it.

"You heard her. She wants something decent."

Ayame groaned. "I have very limited options if you restrict my colours like this. How short a skirt will you wear?"

"As long as it's not shorter than anything Honda Tohru would wear, I'll take it."

"Well, I have a black skirt here, and it's knee length, so that should be ok, right?"

"Yeah."

Ayame tossed the simple straight skirt to her, and began rummaging through another trunk. "Ok…decent tops…black or crimson…"

Akiko went into the other room and pulled the skirt on. She was still in her stocking feet and was beginning to get a little cold. Stalking back into the other room, pushed her hair off of her forehead with one hand. Then she realized that her hair hadn't changed at all. She shrugged. She knew some girls had even shorter hair.

Back in the other room, Ayame had dumped out every single female shirt he had on the table.

"Where'd the table come from?" Hatori asked.

"Hmmm? Oh, it's a folding table. I brought it with me. Now, let's see…decent shirts…decent shirts…"

Ayame spread out all the black and crimson shirts he had with him on the table. Most were strappy and rather revealing, Akiko would just call them 'indecent'.

"Have you found a shirt?" Akiko asked, walking back into the room.

"Well, these are all the black and crimson tops I have. You choose." Ayame replied.

Akiko walked to the table and picked up the snug crimson turtleneck that Ayame had tried to give her before, only to discover that it was a midriff top. She dropped it as though it had burned her. Digging through all of the strappy, back-less and midriff tops, she came up with two tight but otherwise ok shirts and a blouse. The first was a long sleeved black cotton shirt with a scoop neckline. The second shirt was crimson with a v-neckline and ¾ sleeves. Across the front, in dripping black blood-like letters, it said something in English.

"Um, Akiko, I don't think you want to wear that," said Hatori, who could read English.

"Why?" asked Akiko, who was holding the shirt up as though considering trying it on.

"You don't know what it says."

"What does it say?" she asked, examining the word.

"It-It's an English swearword."

Akiko literally chucked the shirt back onto the table and picked up the blouse. It was crimson too. She examined it thoroughly for any writing, English, Japanese, or otherwise. There was none.

"I'll wear this," she said, taking the crimson blouse into the other room.

Akiko came back into the room, wearing the blouse. Ayame had three pairs of female shoes with him, all black: strappy, lace-up sandals,the knee-length black spike-heeled boots, and ankle boots with a very slight heel.

"I'll take the ankle boots," she said, leaning dangerously on Hatori so she could pull them on. Luckily, Hatori didn't transform.

"You know, I think you'd look better in pastel colours," Ayame commented. She turned to him and gave him the famous Akito-death-glare. The she stalked off into the other room.

"I thought only Akito had a glare like that."

"Well, they are twins."

"Yes, they are."

"Yeah."

"I'd better call Kagura now."

"Yeah,"

"Bye-Bye!"

"Bye."

Ayame left the room and Hatori waited for Akiko to come back into the room. Ayame had left a matching crimson headband with a little bow on it for her. Akiko came back into the room.

"Here." He said, handing her the headband.

"What is this?" asked Akiko, stretching it between her fingers.

Hatori tried not to roll his eyes. "It's a headband. Here-" He guided Akiko into the bathroom had turned her face toward the mirror. He fixed the headband in her hair. Akiko leaned forward to examine herself in the mirror.

"Hatori, my nose has shrunk.."

Hatori blinked. He didn't know what to say. It was true that Akito's nose had shrunk from the longer nose of the Souma males to a cute button nose.

"Uhh...It's a very cute nose."

"Hatori!"

"What?"

Akiko sniffed huffily and flounced away. Hatori followed her out of habit. She went into her room and slammed the door in his face. Hatori blinked, and then shrugged and walked away. She'd come around. Akito always had.

AUTHOR NOTE:

I'm going to stop doing these at the beginning and endings of chapters. You know what I want you all to do.

Also, I wrote this as one huge story, originally not intended to be cut into chapters. That's why it ends so abruptly. But it just got waaaaaay too long to post as one story, so I'm posting in chapters...as I edit. so, for all future chapters, please R&R, contructive critism always welcome, as I said. Thanks!