Bumps in the Road
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. I never have and I never will.
A.N. I'm so sorry you guys. I feel terrible. This is the story I've gotten the most reviews per chapter on than any of my others, and then I don't update it for like, seven months. Because I am so awful, I will not promise regular reviews, but tonight I am planning to type up the next few chapters so that whenever I'm online in the next few weeks I can put them up. Hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!
Chapter 3: Getting Started
The project was to start immediately, and it was almost worth more than all the other grades they had had that year combined. The class got together into their couples while the teacher came around with several different bags containing slips of paper. One contained names of jobs and salaries, which were chosen by each person individually, and the other contained a 'problem' of sorts, and was picked by the couple. These would be handed out once a week.
Tohru smiled nervously at Kyo as she took her seat next to him, but it was to no avail. Kyo seemed to have found something extremely interesting on his shoe and refused to remove his eyes from it. She looked at his shoe for a moment, but had no look discerning what was so entertaining.
After about five minutes of Tohru looking curiously at Kyo, and Kyo staring determinedly at his shoe, the teacher stopped in front of them. Of course, as you have probably already guessed, there was nothing of utter importance on Kyo's shoe, he was just afraid that if he looked at Tohru his blush would give away his feelings for her.
"Kyo," he heard Tohru say somewhere near his left ear. He cocked his head a little in response. "You need to pick," she told him. He had no idea what she was talking about until he noticed the little plastic bag hanging near his left ear.
"Are you going to pick, Mr. Sohma?" the teacher asked menacingly.
He glared at her as he stuck his hand into the bag. He slowly opened it and read his supposed occupation: Kendo Teacher. The number after it told him his earnings. He was surprised at how accurate the piece of paper actually was. Still not looking at her, he placed his slip on the desk in front of Tohru for her to see.
He heard a rustling of papers as Tohru felt around in the bag. She looked at it and giggled before handing it to him. It read: Business Executive, followed by another little number. He let out a small laugh; obviously these were not as accurate as he would have guessed from his own.
"Eh-hem," the teacher said pointedly, holding out the last bag. Kyo immediately reached for it, not realizing Tohru's was on its way their as well. Their hands met somewhere above the bag itself.
"Sorry," they both said, pulling their hands back. Kyo's hand was tingling, and his face was getting so hot he was sure he looked like and orange-headed tomato. Neither of them moved toward the bag.
"Eh-hem!" the teacher repeated, louder this time. Finally Tohru reached for the bag, pulling out the third white slip. She opened it as the teacher moved on to the next group.
Kyo heard her admit a little squeal and squirm uncomfortably before the piece of paper was thrust into his hand. He caught a small glimpse of Tohru, face beet red, pulling away from him and his heart dropped. He had a feeling he didn't want to know what was on the paper.
He stared at it for a moment before deciding that it wasn't going to go away just because he didn't read it. Slowly he pulled open the paper, which read: Pregnancy. Congratulations, you and your spouse are going to have a baby. 'Maternity Classes' will start tomorrow and will tell you everything you'll need to know about the new addition to your family, including expenses.
If possible, Kyo's face got even redder. He had to resist the sudden urge to beat his head against the desk to get the perverted thoughts that had begun to flood his head, making him quite erm…excited, out. He settled for stabbing himself with a pencil in hopes that he would focus on the pain instead. Tohru looked at him curiously, but neither of them spoke. Finally all the slips had been passed out.
"Good job today class," the teacher said. "Tomorrow you shall learn more about your 'problems', find a place to live, and start to budget your expenses. Good Luck!"