Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. Not makin' money, just havin' fun.

These two little stories might not be as long as my usual one-shots but they were written as image descriptions.

To see the picture that correlates with this one, visit: http/www. deviantart. com/deviation/27085187/ (without spaces. was being mean.)

Yuki let a soft groan escape him directed toward the persistent prodding of his shoulder. Anger rippled through him. Who could be foolish enough to wake him like this? The damn neko knew better!

Lazily he threw his arm back to swat the annoyance away, only to feel a swish of air from the body moving backwards evading his attack. The breeze from the motion brought to his attention that the blanket on his bed had been discarded in the heat of the previous night.

The limb he had swiped with fell limply down by his side. His fingers groped lazily to find the material to pull back over him to continue his slumber. Just as the flesh adjunct to the hand grazed the cloth it sought, he felt it torn away by the assailant of his slumber.

Now, he was pissed. If someone was fond of sleep, it was Yuki. How dare this cocky individual even ATTEMPT such a horrendous thing?

With as minimal effort as possible, the dark silver haired Sohma pushed his body up with one arm and in one fluid motion threw the weight of his frame into the deprived hand that had transformed into a fist. Yuki's eyes flew open from their drowsy state when he didn't feel the collapse of the person's nose but rather the pressure of a hand forcing it back.

What was this! Someone had BLOCKED him…while he was half awake? Impossible!

"You're getting a bit rusty." A soft yet shy voice said nonchalantly as with the same speed as the averted punch, shoved the limb back towards its owner.

"Haru!" Yuki sat stunned for a moment. Surely if Kyo had a difficult time with him when he was in a similar state, Hatsuharu would be even weaker!

The black and white haired male smiled in acknowledgement but took advantage of his old rival's shock. With one swoop he pulled Yuki upright and dropped his arm to trap the other boy's hands with his own chest. But that wasn't all he captured.

Yuki's pupils contracted as he realized that his lips were being crushed by the ushi's own. He tensed up completely. For years Haru had joked and flirted with him much to his dismay. But Hatsuharu had never been as audacious as to actually fulfill one of his threats. Yuki had even thought he had given up, with Rin being around now and all. It appeared that he was wrong…

For a brief moment the nezumi contemplated shoving Haru away as he would have discouraged him verbally were he able to speak. That trail of thought ended abruptly as he felt more pressure being applied. Reluctantly he responded to the heaviness, leaning into the younger's body.

I'm sleepy. Yea. That's it. I'm tired. He reasoned to himself. Besides…maybe he'll stop now. Yea. That would be nice. Wouldn't it? Yuki debated back and forth as the embrace continued.

His brain registered the small peep coming from the direction of the doorway. He felt Haru's groan of displeasure vibrate slightly against his upper lip. It took him a full minute to realize that his waker had pulled away, and another moment to realize that Tohru was standing in the doorway wide-eyed herself.

Yuki waved his freed hands in the air trying to explain, glaring sideways at Haru as he did so. Somewhere in the boarder between white and "Black" the fellow Zodiac member smirked at him and shrugged his shoulders at both of the people, taking the full brunt of Tohru's mind and embarrassment.

Mumbling something about a special breakfast the young woman who had found the secret not to destroy the Curse but to at least defeat the poser known to this world as Akito, scurried away. Following her, Yuki managed to squeeze between the narrow space between Hatsuharu and his bed. As he reached his doorway, with all intention of walking after Tohru, the grasping of his wrist stopped him.

Not wanting to invoke Black, Yuki sighed in defeat as Haru pulled him back against him. The younger boy reached in front of him to push back the morning-wild strands of his elder's bangs. Cautiously he pressed his cheek against the side of Yuki's head so that his breath tickled his ear.

"Happy birthday." He mewled, smiling as he felt the other body shiver involuntarily. Content with his seduction Haru released his prey and slid past him, intentionally brushing his arm with his fingers as he past by.

In the doorway, Yuki watched as Haru vanished around the corner. What had just happened? Shaking his head and closing his eyes he pushed the inner conflicts away and moved towards the scent of the food Tohru had been speaking of.