Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. Tough it out, people, tough it out.

Hello! Aren't you all pleased? I got a day off school and I got to write! Or... proof read. I'm in a bit to much pain to get out anything storyline wise at the moment. Blame my knee's... or rather my left knee. Yep. Blame it.

Anywho, for everybody who said that the last chapter was short; you are wrong my friends! It had roughly the same number of words 800 - 1000, it was just written in paragraphs rather than spaced out as usual, hence why it seemed shorter. I'm sorry if I upset you people... so this chapter is extra long! Go me! And it brings out Yuki being the bad guy ... I hate Yuki. Sorry Yuki Fans. If you don't want to see a kaniving Yuki, (and I clearly can't spell), turn back now. Wait. Don't. Come back.

I also used some Japanese Kanji/Hiragana at the end, so if your computer can't read Kanji/Hiragana... I'm sorry! I put translations next to it, so it'll be all good. Don't spaz, okay? Okay.

And... the correct title for this chaptershould be; "Unwanted Meetings and Unwanted Consequences" but the thing won't let me upload the entire word of Consequences... so I got rid of the second unwanted. Facinating that, ain't it?

Well then, I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy! (and please review n.n)

Chapter Eight; Unwanted Meetings and Consequences

Haru was starting to get pissed off. No matter where he turned in the building, he seemed to run into Kyo, who seemed to be as equally pissed off as he was. What was with that? They had been doing jobs all week together, and that meant that Haru didn't get a moments peace with say... Yuki.

Not to mention, he'd been beginning to feel guilty clinging to Yuki. Did he know why? ... Nope. He had no idea why, but he got a feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he latched onto Yuki's arm, as if that wasn't the arm he was supposed to be clinging too. In fact, the dreams that Black had been having about Kyo lately were beginning to freak him out as well.

About a week had past since the car wash, and bumping into Kyo had been happening non-freaking-stop. And, as if on queue, he rounded the corner to see Kyo being interrogated by Yuki Fan Club Girls.

"Get the hell away from me! Do I look like that girly bastard to you?" He was shrieking, trying to persuade – or rather screaming at some of the girls to leave him alone. Haru arched his eyebrows, stopping in mid step, looking blankly at the scene before him. Then, he noticed one of the girls look at him, who elbowed her friend, and they took no time in turning around and running away without another word.

When Kyo turned around and saw Haru, both of them understood why. It was another planned get-together tactic.

"Stupid fricken pieces of crap!" Kyo swore, sticking his hands in his pockets, "What's this, like the 50th time this week? What the hell are they trying to pull!"

Haru wasn't listening. He was just about as pissed off as Kyo was, and that meant... slowly, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to level himself. It failed, and his eyes snapped open.

"Here kitty kitty..."

Yep. Haru was black. And, the moment Kyo realised it, Haru was already almost on top of him, about a fists length away. Kyo's eyes widened, and he took a troubled step back, and another after Haru took one forward. It didn't take long for him to be backed into a corner. Cursing, Kyo looked at the wall... and then looked into the neck of Hatsuharu. Shit.

Black used his hand to redirect Kyo's gaze. "Perhaps," He said calmly, his body moving in to secure Kyo, "we're meeting like this for a reason. Perhaps this is fate, my dear Kyo."

"Fate my ass!" Kyo retorted, "And get off me!"

Black grinned, "Aw, why...?"

"We're in school!"

"Ah, so I can have you after school then?" He asked, moving his head in closer. He ignored Kyo's;

"You can not!"

And grinned wider. "That suits me just fine then." And, before Kyo could refuse, or say anything mildly offensive – that wouldn't have upset the cow that much anyway – Haru had forced his mouth over Kyo's. And, before Kyo knew it, Haru's steady arms had been wrapped around his shoulders.

Kyo didn't know what to think. Everything shrieked at him to push Haru away, and when he tried to comply, he just ended up gripping the front of Haru's shirt. He began to swear in his mind when Haru took that as a signal to deepen the kiss... which he did, causing Kyo to gasp slightly against his mouth.

Kyo knew he shouldn't be enjoying it – it was wrong! Haru was a guy after all, and they were cousins! But... no! He shouldn't be! Finally regaining his senses, his body and thoughts finally complied, and he managed to push Hatsuharu off him, staring stubbornly at the cow, who just looked at him with a superior gaze.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

"I-"

"Kyo-kun! Hatsuharu-san! What a surprise!"

Kyo was more grateful to Tohru in that moment than he had been for a long time, although the look on Black Haru's face told him that he was hardly as happy. It would appear that Haru had wanted seconds. Both boys raised their hand at the same time in greeting.

"Lunch is almost over." She told them; "and we have literature next!"

"Yep." Kyo said, hardly, really interested in Tohru's love for literature – that had been spawned by Shigure, who gave her lessons on less graphic pieces of literature when she was free. Neither of them noticed that Haru had left until the bell that symbolised the end of lunch rung.

Interesting. Yuki thought, emerging the broom cupboard that he'd been watching the entire incident in. It appears that Black Haru has eyes for Kyo. How bizarre.

Yep, Yuki had planned the entire thing, although Haru just happened to walk there at that moment. His original plan was to get Kyo into the park near the school, but when Yuki had spotted Haru – Kyo was too busy with the fan club girls to take any notice of him – Yuki had shot for whatever cover available at the time, which happened to be a broom cupboard.

After enlisting the help of the club, things had proven to be smooth sailing.

"Yuki!"

Brushing himself off, Yuki turned to look at Motoko and crew, who were walking down the hall way in his direction. He forced a smile onto his face, and raised a hand in greeting. "Hello there, Miss Minagawa... and friends."

"Did you manage to get Kyo to go to the park?" She asked, excited to see if her 'brilliant' plan had worked.

"I'm afraid that that plan will no longer be necessary." Yuki said, the smile still on his face, "but thanks to the first stages I have discovered some wonderful things that I will be able to use in the future. I have to get back to class now; I'll see you later, Miss Minagawa." And, without a second thought, Yuki turned on his heels and headed in the said direction. And, if Motoko had taken the time to look at the expression on Yuki's face, she would have been horrified.

But, she hadn't taken the time – she was too over the moon. Her plan had made Yuki happy! Ever since Yuki had enlisted the help of the fan club, she'd been able to see him even more, and he was becoming more and more radiant each day! As if something that was holding him back was slowly being lifted. She still remembered that day that he'd come to ask for help...

-FLASHBACK-

"A favour?" Motoko had asked, clearly over the moon. "The Prince Yuki Fan Club exists to serve you alone, Yuki!" She said, putting her hand to her chest, "we will do anything for you!"

The other girls nodded in agreement. They would do anything, and they meant anything, for their one and only prince! They loved him with all their heart and soul!

And, when he smiled in response, all their breaths got stuck in their throat, and they choked on air. Yuki chose to ignore it. "I thank you very much then."

"So what is it you want us to do for you?" Motoko had asked full of suspense, before gasping; "Somebody is trying to take you from us?"

At that, Yuki had to found it rather hard not to thank Motoko for her stupidity. Now this saved him quite a lot of explanation. "No," he said thoughtfully, "but there is somebody who is quite interested in me, although unfortunately I do not have any intention on returning their feelings."

"So you want us to dispose of this trouble maker!"

Yuki forced a small laugh, "Miss Minagawa, you make it sound like murder. No, I simply wish for the person to give up on me. By... say... causing them to find more interest in somebody else."

"Who is this person?" Motoko quizzed, tilting her head.

"Hatsuharu Sohma." Yuki replied, and jaws dropped throughout the entire room. Hatsuharu Sohma was... queer? Okay. So they should have seen it coming; after all, only queer men wore jewellery!

Motoko gulped, getting over the shock. "And who is it that you want Hatsuharu to find interest in?"

"Kyo Sohma."

Jaws dropped further. Kyo was also queer? Now that was something to hear, he didn't show any sign of it, after all, he was always staring dreamily at Tohru. Was that a hoax, something that he did so that he didn't reveal his real sexuality? "Uh... Might we ask... why Kyo?"

"Because there is a certain thing about Haru that most people would not be able to control." Yuki said calmly, "and I thought it through, and my cousin, Kyo, is the only person that would be able to handle Haru. So, Kyo it is."

"Okay..." They had their doubts.

"So, this is what I want you to do..." Yuki started, walking into the room, Motoko sliding the door shut behind him. And, while he was walking calmly to the board, a rather dark thought crossed his mind; if I have to turn Kyo queer to get Haru off my back – so be it.

-END FLASHBACK-

So, humming, Motoko skipped off to class, leaving her crew to run after her screaming her name out for all to hear, but she was too happy to hear them.

Literature was a bore. Personally, Kyo couldn't care about analysing novels, or writing poetry – how were these going to help him in his later life anyway? So, Kyo sat there, trying to focus on reading a book about war, but his thoughts continued to shift.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

Kyo felt a blush rising to his cheeks, and stuffed his head in the book to avoid it being noticed. He felt thankful that Haru wouldn't remember anything about it – or would he? There was a certain feeling in his chest that told him that he wasn't thankful, but he chose to ignore that.

White Haru, who was currently sitting in Maths, sighed. Just what had he been doing at Lunch? Well, he had no idea, but he did know that it was preventing him from concentrating, and that he only had a small number of sums on the page. The teacher didn't check their work very often, and was currently writing things on the board, so Haru couldn't care less what was on the page.

There was a feeling that was bothering him.

Twisting the pen in his hand, Haru began to doodle without really looking or concentrating on what he was doing. When he did look down, he saw something that he drew often... but it was slightly different. It still had the 私 (watashi - I) symbol, the heart, but where there should have been a ゆ (yu), there was a き (ki) and where there should have been a き (ki) there was a ょ (yo). Wait. Why was Kyo's name where Yuki's should be?

Bewildered, Haru wondered if he'd missed something.