Ayame let himself into the Sohma house.
"It is I, Ayame! Here to save my dear brother from the shackles to teen angst and emotional turmoil! Hello?" He peered around the quiet house. Was everyone in bed? He bounded into Yuki's room.
"My dear little brother, it is time to get out of that bed and into some fabulous clothes!"
"If you think you're going to get me in a dress you are dead," Yuki muttered with clenched teeth.
"Relax! Look." Ayame laid out a floor-length black jacket, in the style usually worn by him. Intricate embroidery the color of Yuki's eyes embellished the jacket. Yuki had to admit, his brother did have taste. He put on the jacket and looked at the mirror. The image staring back at him was no longer that of a high school boy, but a young, sophisticated man. Ayame huggled him from behind.
"Thanks, Ayame. This is actually really nice."
"Well, I've been working on it for awhile. I'm so glad you like it! It is lovely, isn't it? You are so handsome in it, Yuki! The women at the club won't be able to resist you!"
"Club? Are you dragging me down to that strip club Shigure likes?"
"No, no. I already told him and Ha-chan: This is a brothers-only outing! And I plan to take my little Yuki to the most exclusive club in the city!"
Yuki looked around the lavish establishment, filled with beautiful, chic patrons. It was 21 plus, but the owners apparently knew Ayame and seemed nothing less than charmed by the opportunity to meet his younger sibling.
"So, Yuki, tell me of your troubles," Ayame said when they sat at a table.
"I don't really feel like it," Yuki said sadly. Ayame hated to see him so down.
"In that case, Miss! Please get us two of my usual!" A waitress nodded and smiled.
"What's your usual," asked Yuki.
"It's my own creation," he boasted. "I call it 'Snakebite'."
Yuki tasted the drink; sweet, sour, with a bit of a kick afterwards. It was delicious. Two Snakebites later, Yuki began feeling more relaxed, as well as looking a bit flushed.
"You know Ayame? I'm glad you took me out tonight! Good music, good drinks, and gorgeous women everywhere!" The older brother chuckled.
"Yuki, you are becoming more like me with each passing moment. I couldn't be prouder!" Yuki took a playful punch at his brother.
"Hey! I am not like you! I am Yuki, not Ayame! Got it?" Ayame chuckled some more.
"Okay, okay! So, you mentioned gorgeous ladies…You know, I designed many of their clothes. Is there anyone you had your eye on?"
"Well, first let me tell you about my date-um, excuse me, could we have a couple more Snakebites? Thank you. Where was I? Oh yeah. Tohru invited Kyo's new thug-friend, Inuyasha to the carnival. So, I asked Kagome. I don't know if it was to make Tohru jealous, or to set her up with Inuyasha, or if I was just trying to like a girl that wasn't Tohru-I don't know. But by the end of the date, she saw right through me and told me to confess my love to Honda-san." Ayame was listening intently, enthralled by the fact that Yuki was actually opening up to him. "And I was going to! And when I came in…" He shook his head. "She had been kissing Kyo. It was like my worst nightmare. The sweetest girl in the world just put a knife through my heart without even realizing it." A tear slid down his cheek. Ayame moved to the other side of the table and put his arm around him.
"Oh, poor Yuki. Unfortunately, heartbreak goes hand in hand with love. It does hurt, but you must remember that you must be able to move on. You are a handsome, intelligent, and now-thanks to me-well-dressed young person. The night is yours for the taking!" Yuki wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his new jacket.
"You're right! You're absolutely right!" He got up from the table and marched up to the young woman who had been serving drinks at the table next to him. Yuki had been checking her out since they had arrived. She had long, straight ebony hair, with bangs framing her beautiful, but pouty, face. The most striking thing about her though, was the dark brown eyes, seemingly full of sorrow.
"Excuse me, miss" She looked at him wordlessly. "I've never done this before, but I noticed you as soon as I walked in the door. I couldn't help it. You are just beautiful; I had to tell you that. I also couldn't help noticing how sad you looked, because I have been feeling the same way, and-please forgive me" He stopped speaking so he could press his lips against hers. He could feel her take a surprised gasp and he seized the moment to gently slip the tip of his tongue while stroking her cheek with his hand. For once, Ayume's jaw was dropped in absolute shock. Who knew all it took were a couple drinks for shy Yuki to become a Casanova. The girl, now blushing furiously pulled away and whispered in his ear:
"My name is Kikyo. I get off work in half in hour."