Okay...i know its lame but i have to start doing it. but frankly if i owned fruit basket, do you THINK that i would be writing an fanfiction about it? i would more than likely be cackling evilly at my art table thinking how evil i am for making my fans wait FOREVER for the enxt chapter to come out. HAHAHAHA
Don't friekin own.
Kyou wrapped his arms around Tohru smiled. They were 'watching a movie.' or so that's what they said to anyone who asked.
Kyou bent his head to capture her mouth in his. She granted him access before he even had the chance to asked. He pulled her over onto him, so she was straddling him.
Much better.
He didn't notice her tense slightly and withdraw to a point.
That was, until she stopped completely.
"I sorry...I can't... I can't do this..." the look on her face resemble that of his when he was forced to eat leeks.
She got off him and left the room and a very confused Kyou in her wake.
He leaned back onto the couch.
What Happened. I wasn't 'doing' anything. Just thinking it made his face rival that of a tomato. Nothing…kissing yes…but nothing else…He pondered for a few minutes. Then he figured it out...
He had sardines for lunch.
III
OKAY! I FIXED IT! I HOPE YOU GUYS AINT MAD! IM VERY VERY SORRY!
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later