Disclaimer: I still don't own Fruits Basket. I have a Basket OF Fruits though. They're plastic. And taste icky. Note to self; never eat plastic fruit. Gives you bad indigestion.

Funny. I thought I'd uploaded this... well... I guess not. So, that is my excuse for my long time upload. That, and the fact that Fanfiction's been down. I dislike things when they're down. Makes me sad.

ANYWAY! I have a bit of useless but interesting information for you. I discovered where we got the term 'Chatting' from. The soldiers at Gallipoli used to have conversation while picking out 'chats' (headlice) from their hair in World War One. And that, my friends, is where we get the term 'chatting' from. It's all from headlice. Evil, evil little bugs.

So yes. I'm actually half way through writing Chapter Ten... see what happens when you miss menial details like actually uploading chapters?

Enjoy! (And please review n.n!)

Chapter Nine; Nothing's Changed

"Oh, the joys of youthful love!" Shigure sang happily, looking over to Haru and Kyo who had been squished together. Had been squished together. However, after half an hour of not being able to breathe, Haru had given up and was now sitting on Kyo's lap because of nowhere else to sit that wasn't on the ground, and the ground was rather cold for some reason. And, now, Kyo had to look through Haru's shoulder, and he was not happy. Shigure interrogating them wasn't improving his mood either. "How long?" He asked happily, "has our lovely cow been dating the succulent kitty?"

"NEVER!" Kyo shot, Haru was too submerged in the movie that they were watching.

"That's a very strange amount of time to be dating, Kyo-kun." Shigure sighed, waving his hand in a dismissive motion. Now that Haru was sitting on Kyo – Yuki wouldn't let him sit on him, Tohru was a girl, and Haru wouldn't be caught dead sitting in the lap of a twenty seven year old, so Kyo hadn't had much choice – they had a bit of room to move around. A couch was only so big.

"Eh! I didn't know that Hatsuharu-san and Kyo-kun were dating!" Tohru cried, turning to look past Yuki at the pair, "I'm so sorry I didn't notice, Kyo-kun!"

"We're. Not-"

"Yes, I agree." Yuki commented, "Who knew the stupid cat would find love in such an unexpected place."

"Find love in what place?" An oblivious Haru asked.

"WE'RE NOT FRICKEN DATING!" Kyo screamed.

"I think my eardrum's broken." Shigure sobbed, "Tohruuuuuu, check it for me!"

"She's not checking anything!" Kyo and Yuki screamed in unison. Shigure began to clean out his ears with his index finger.

"Not so loud." He warned, "You'll be breaking more than just my ear drums with all that screaming."

"I can't hear the movie." A forgotten Haru whined.

Too bad the credits were already rolling.

Tohru and Shigure left for bed leaving Kyo and Haru sitting on the couch. So far, Haru was still staring at the now grey screen, and he wasn't budging.

"Man... why do you have to be here anyway?" Kyo muttered, pretending that he wasn't enjoying the fact that Haru was actually sitting on him.

Kyo seemed to be enjoying a lot of strange things lately, and most of them involved Haru. Like that kiss in the hall and at the carwash, he'd enjoyed them more than he'd enjoyed anything in the whole world... wait. What did he just admit to himself? Oh well, he'd admitted that to himself the day beforehand anyways. And then, there was the dreams he had about Haru that was for mature audiences only. It was unfortunate that. And, when Shigure had announced that Haru was going to be staying with them for a few days, Kyo's heart had leapt, and then plummeted into thorns when Haru had nodded with delight, and clung onto Yuki's arm as per usual.

Nothing had changed.

Haru had kissed Kyo twice, and nothing had changed.

And, that upset Kyo. So, now, he was going to make sure his feelings weren't known to anybody, which was pretty hard, considering every time Haru was near him, something seemed to change inside of him. That, and Yuki had been giving him strange looks… that looked ultimately evil.

"Yuki! Wait for me!" Haru called, jumping off of Kyo and latching onto Yuki's arm, Yuki of which had decided that he too was going to bed, having passed them on his way upstairs from the kitchen. Kyo glared. He was now, officially, in a very sour mood.

Kyo glared at his pillow. He didn't know why he had a grudge against his pillow, but he had a grudge against his pillow. That might have not made any sense in anybody else's mind, but it made sense in his, so that was all that Kyo was really worried about. Okay… maybe not. There was also the fact that tonight, Haru had been locked out of Yuki's room, and was sleeping on the floor in his.

Okay. So there was something wrong with that picture. Haru should be in the same bed as Kyo… wait. Kyo promptly sat up, grabbed his pillow, and whacked himself over the head several times. He was not getting thoughts like that!

"Kyo…" came a muffled voice from Haru's futon, he had rolled over, and was now looking drowsily at the cat. "Don't whack yourself over the head with the pillow…"

Kyo blinked, a hopeful feeling appeared in his stomach…

"You're hurting the pillow."

And the feeling disappeared as Haru rolled back over again, leaving a rather grumpy Kyo fighting the urge to rip the pillow in half. Haru still didn't care!

The next three days that Haru stayed with them had been torture. He'd slept on Kyo's floor each night, which meant that Kyo couldn't sleep because Haru was quietly breathing in the room. So, a completely sleep deprived Kyo had managed to walk into several doors at school, knock over three dozen vases by just walking past them, and then there were all the walls that he'd mistaken for doors and walked into too… yes, Kyo had determined that Haru was, in fact, bad luck.

Haru wasn't doing any better than Kyo. Although he wasn't sleep deprived, his dreams had been controlled by his Black side rather than his White side. And they always seemed to involve him and Kyo doing… things… that White Haru wouldn't admit out in public without muttering a big long string of words that didn't mean anything. But, Black obviously wasn't embarrassed, because he was the one who was having the dreams. Needless to say, because of the odd feelings going through Haru that he couldn't explain, he'd been turning Black more and more, especially when he was around Kyo. He didn't remember what he did to Kyo… and quite frankly, he really didn't want to know.

Yuki, on the other hand, was full of frustration. His plans were only working half ways. Black Haru was interested in Kyo. White Haru was interested in him. He hadn't been planning to get caught in the middle. Well, he supposed it was a start. He had no idea about Kyo's feelings for Haru… okay, so he did a bit. He could tell the cat was showing an interest in Haru, but he didn't know how far the cat's feelings went. And Motoko popping up everywhere and scaring the living daylights out of him wasn't making his time any better. The poor girl actually thought that Yuki liked her. Yes, everything so far was not going according to plan – and he didn't like it.

And, so, Yuki and Kyo were currently sitting through a Math's lesson on Algebra... and Kyo wasn't getting it at all. "FUC-"

"KYO SOHMA! YOU WILL NOT USE THAT LANGUAGE IN THIS CLASSROOM!" Kyo's Math Teacher shrieked, turning around with chalk in hand, she glared daggers into the cat who glared back.

"I HAVN'T EVEN SAID ANYTHING YET!"

"BUT YOU WERE ABOUT TO!"

"I WAS NOT!"

In fact, Kyo was. He was about to say; 'Fuck this maths sheet! GO TO HELL!' but the teacher had heard the start of the word, stopping him before he could actually say the curse word, and because of Kyo's stubbornness, and probably the fact he didn't want to add another month to his detention, Kyo was shouting back in denial. No idea how that works, but hey.

The argument between Kyo and the teacher gave Yuki time to think – even if it wasn't a very pleasant time. How was he going to work it? Maybe he should just find a way to keep Haru black, but then again it wasn't exactly pleasant for everybody else around with Black Haru. Perhaps he should be working the Prince Yuki Fan Club harder? He was their driving force after all. Sighing, Yuki placed his chin on his hand.

"Sohma-kun, what's the matter?" Tohru asked, leaning over to inspect the rat, "are you sick?"

Yes... she was his angel. Yuki didn't know what he'd do without Tohru. And, as far as he was concerned, the quicker he gave Haru to Kyo, the quicker that he could move in on Tohru too. Truly, Yuki was a predator, he got what he wanted.

"No, Honda-san." He reassured her, "I'm just tired."

She gave him a worried stare, before turning back to the teacher, who had finished her heated argument with Kyo by promptly sending him; "TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE WITHOUT ANY SUPPER!"

Kyo had been tempted to ask why he had needed supper, but decided against that. There were just some things he just didn't want to know.

So, Kyo, pretty much sick of everything around him, stalked hunched over to the Principals office, swearing his little brain out, as he often did when he was sent on the familiar trek. Well... he was, until a door flew out of its hinges, narrowly missing the cat's delicate nose.

Kyo grabbed his chest, letting the shock wash away from his system before peeking into the classroom. Bad move. There, standing like a demon in the middle of a room with demolished desks, was a bi coloured teenager with a gaze of steel. The students – excluding Momiji, who was still cleaning the board – were huddled around the classroom, and Kyo was thankful there weren't any casualties. He made another mistake. "Haru...?"

By this time, of course, Kyo had made his third bad move by walking into the classroom to look at the destruction. He only came to his senses when Haru turned to look at him, and repeated the word; "Kitten."

Crap.

Haru turned around; now officially stalking his orange haired prey around the classroom, until of course he had Kyo backed up into yet another corner, or, well, an overturned desk pile.

The other terrified students could do nothing but watch as the school thug, Kyo Sohma, was backed into a corner by the other school thug, Hatsuharu Sohma.

Double Crap.

Haru was moving in fast now, and Kyo couldn't stop him. "H-H-Haru, what are you mmphh." And he couldn't continue his sentence, considering Haru had captured his lips for a third time without even so much as batting an eyelash, and he didn't seem to be letting up either. The only thing that Kyo thought was;

Shit.