Disclaimer: I know I'm not Natsuki Takaya, You know I'm not Natsuki Takaya, so now that we both know that I am not Natsuki Takaya, we can skip the disclaimer and go straight to the fic. N'kay?

Love

"Yuki-kun! Dinner is ready!" Honda-san's voice startles me. I turn to smile at her, but she's already gone to tell Kyo. I sigh.

It seems like everything's suddenly about Kyo these days.

She's climbing the ladder to the roof—I can hear her footsteps.

"Kyo-kun!" I can feel her smiling at him. "Dinnertime!" I—oh no. There it is again. That scent—I don't know what it is. It's not a bad scent...but it...confuses me. And its only around when they're together.

Kyo and Honda-san.

It seems that, as of late, when those two are together, there's this new scent that practically reeks off them. It's not a bad scent in any way, it's just—different. It's unique. Original. I'd never smelled it before they became friends. But now it's around all the time, twining around that stupid cat and Honda-san like, well, like a stupid cat.

Honda-san comes down the ladder, followed by Kyo. The scent washes down ahead of them. I breathe deeply, trying to figure out just what it is.

It rather reminds me of candy, like a sweet, almost sugary smell. It's also like fresh flowers—big, beautiful, red roses. And if I breathe very deeply—which I don't do very often because I don't want Honda-san or Kyo to think I go around sniffing people or anything (because I don't!)—it smells like blood and tears. Not blood in a morbid way—blood kind of like blushing or a heart speeding up or something.

And the tears part makes sense. Honda-san does tend to cry a lot.

But the scent covers both of them. At times its stronger than usual, like when their hands inadvertently touch or when they're alone on the roof talking about God knows what. It's really strong then—I can smell it all the way downstairs.

It's rather sickening, actually.

I can hear Honda-san pattering towards me.

"Yuki-kun? Are you not coming in for dinner?" she asks, worried.

I sigh. There's no sign of that scent when she's around me. Just her normal Honda-san smell—sugar, her soap, and whatever we usually end up eating for dinner. It's the same when I'm around Kyo and she's not near us. He smells normal, like cat and sweat. And the laundry detergent Honda-san uses on the clothes. (Not that I smell him often or anything, but...you just come to know these things when you live with someone.)

I only smell that scent when they're together.

I admit, it makes me feel a bit left out. And if I'm being perfectly honest, I'm also a little jealous. It's becoming apparent to everyone (minus the ever stupid Kyo) that Honda-san has feelings for Kyo that she doesn't have for me. But...I love her too. I know I do.

And then it dawns on me.

It's so obvious—I can't believe I didn't see it before!

Everyone can see how Kyo feels about Honda-san. (Except, of course, Honda-san.) And we're all pretty sure Honda-san feels the same way. (Even if she doesn't know it yet.)

Which perfectly explains what the mysterious scent is.

It's love.

"Yuki-kun?" Honda-san asks again, jerking me out of my thoughts.

She's really worried now. And I can understand why—here I am sitting here and staring off into space like an idiot while dinner is waiting on the table. I sigh again and shake my head.

"Sorry. I'm fine, Honda-san. I was just thinking." Kyo gives me a weird look as I step into the room. It annoys me more than usual.

"What, stupid cat, never heard of someone thinking before? Oh—of course not. You've never heard of anything you've never done before. That's why you're so stupid," I say lightly, deliberately goading him. His face darkens in anger. He opens his mouth to retort but sighs and shuts it again.

It surprises me. I look at Shigure. He too, is shocked, although—is that a hint of pride in his eyes? I look at Honda-san.

She's beaming at Kyo, and that scent is practically oozing off her again. I nearly gag, it's so strong. Now Shigure's looking at me funny. I ignore him and sit down.

The scent persists all through dinner. Honda-san and Kyo keep glancing at each other and blushing.

The scent—of love, I know—only grows.

It's sickening, actually.

Fin

Ha...gotta love Yuki. Actually, I hate Yuki. Or at least strongly dislike him. I would hate him more if he weren't such a crucial and mysterious character. Who is occasionally funny. But Kyo is still my favorite. And I still think Yuki needs to hurry up and find himself a girlfriend (or a boyfriend...snicker) quickly so he can get on with his own life and leave Tohru and Kyo to fall in love with each other in peace. Well, relative peace. Peace and comedy. Yeah, that's it.

I know this doesn't exactly correspond with what's going on in the manga, but I wrote it nonetheless. I can pretend, right?

Do you want to know something about me? I can't stand slash fics. I call them slash because I am 1) American, and 2) I do NOT speak Japanese so I'm not really sure what they call it (yaoi? Shonen-ai? Or something) SO NO SLASHY FOR ME! I see the summaries and my eye starts twitching. And sometimes, a muscle in my neck spazzes of it's own accord. I nearly went into hysterics when I saw a particularly racy one the other day...egad, I'm making myself sick just thinking about it. MOVING ON...

Yes, actually, contrary to what I'm sure is becoming popular belief among those who are actually interested, I do have other interests besides Fruits Basket. It just so happens that I like Furuba best right now, is all. And I only get inspirations for Furuba fanfics. It's weird.

AHH, wow! I've typed SO much. Sorry! I wonder if anyone actually reads my author's notes. I like to read other people's. And then I respond to them in my reviews. So you do the same. If you read the IMMENSELY long but TOTALLY interesting and HIGHLY AMUSING author's notes I have put at the end, then respond in your reviews.

Oh, and try and fit in something about how you liked my fic, if you can. Flames will be used to light the scented candles I use to illuminate my room and make it smell nice so I have a nice environment in which to write more fics. :smiles sweetly:

Thanks so much, and until the next chapter/story...toodles poodles! (Which is my own personal goodbye thingy that I thought up all by myself. You know, like see you later, alligator and stuff? Like that.)

ALL RIGHT, I'm DONE!

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