Title: A Look Into the Future
Summary: A look into the possible future (10 years) of our favorite cursed family. Chapter 2: Ayame
Rating: G
Warnings: Possible manga spoilers, a bit of Ritsu/Mitchan
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket…I didn't get it for Christmas either.
Note: If I continue this, each outcome will be different. For example, if you absolutely love Kyo/Tohru, but one chapter is Yuki/Tohru, swing by another time and there will probably be various pairings and such.
AyaAyaAya
"Well, Gure-san, wasn't it amazing?"
"Of course, when isn't it? Come to think of it, when aren't you?"
"True."
"Anyway, Aya, I'm afraid I must leave you. The children return. Remember me!"
"Farewell Gure-san." Ayame hung up the phone with a satisfied click. Shigure could always keep him cheerful. And although the "children" he spoke of were no longer children anymore, Aya understood what 'Gure meant. Besides, admitting that the babies of the zodiac were all grown up, meant admitting that Mabudachi trio were getting old. Perish the thought.
Ayame had just given Shigure a brand-new, just-in, American film to watch. Of course, neither of them understood anything (though it seemed to be a dramatic love story) because both of them had decided to take French class while Hatori (being the responsible one) took English, which was probably why Hatori refused to watch it. But the main thing about the movie was not the actors or the plotline…it was the clothes.
Ever since Ayame's assistant Mine had opened up a mini-Aya store in California, business had been terrific. True, they had some trouble getting it started and business was awful for a few months until an actress had seen one of the more elaborate dresses and loved it. Soon after, everyone in Hollywood wanted Ayame's dresses and Mine, excited by all the work it meant, needed to have Aya come to California about once every two months and have more dresses shipped over to her.
This newest movie was meant to be old-fashioned, which meant lots of evening gowns and other beautiful dresses. It was the fifth movie that had featured the snake's clothes and he couldn't be prouder.
Ayame hummed happily to himself as he fixed some of his famous tea. He looked up out the window as he waited for the water to boil. Sakura petals drifted by lazily, carried by a warm spring breeze and Aya couldn't help but reflect on the events that had happened…that had changed their lives.
Tohru-kun came. That, alone, was enough to affect them all. She helped open up Yuki and even Mr. Attitude Kyo. She befriended Momiji and Kagura and helped Kisa find her voice. She helped Ayame realize that time is precious and he should try to get closer to his brother. She taught Shigure how to do laundry. Somehow, she sort of helped Hatori heal.
Of course, Akito had gotten in the middle of it all. But now he was lying in a hospital bed in a coma, so what did it matter? No one was quite sure how it happened, one day he just didn't wake up. Ayame chuckled merrily to himself as he recalled the first few weeks. No one had been quite sure what to do. Celebrate? Mourn? Marry? Live? If Akito snapped out of it, he could punish them. But as time went on, it became clearer and clearer that Akito was going to be in that coma for a long time.
Kisa and Hiro were engaged. Kagura mellowed out a bit and stopped chasing Kyo. Uo-chan and Kureno finally hooked up once they got past the complications. Tohru and Yuki began dating (a fact that Kyo despised and he watched her like a protective brother…He was often found hiding in the bushes near their date). Eventually, Hatori and Mayuko started to date (Hatori was reluctant to trust, afraid she would be hurt like Kana). Mayuko, of course, knew about the curse by now (Naughty, naughty, as Shigure would say). Haru and Rin resumed dating. Momiji was perfectly content. Shigure published six more best-selling books. All was how it was meant to be.
Oh, and Ritsu was… "Oh NOOOO!"…in the living room, becoming hysterical. "It's okay! Calm DOWN!" To be more accurate, he was with Mii-chan, Shigure's editor, becoming hysterical.
"Now, now, what's all the fuss?" Ayame asked, walking into the room as dramatically as possible. Ritsu was blushing and wringing the sleeve of his kimono nervously and Mii-chan was taking deep breaths in. What a couple.
"Just a broken cup!" Mine chirped cheerfully from the floor, maid outfit and all, sweeping up the remains of what had been Ayame's not-so-fine china. Mine was currently visiting and kindly offered to help with Ritsu and Mii-chan this afternoon.
"I'm…I'm so sorry Aya-nii…." Ritsu gasped from his chair. Although he had mellowed out, around Mii-chan he seemed to become more and more nervous, which meant more and more prone to accidents, which meant more and more hysterical.
"Nonsense." Ayame waved off his apology. "It's nothing!" The two looked a little relieved, but the violin player in the corner of the room looked scared out of his mind and as if he was going to take his violin and run. Ayame and Mine had planned the entire date out….They set up the living room to look like a romantic setting (with fake candles of course). They hired a violin player (the poor man didn't know what he had agreed to do). They cooked a delicious meal for them and used Aya's not-so-fine china (after all, the fine china would have been broken in moments). Mine was their waitress.
"We'll just leave you two alone…" Mine said with a smile as she pulled Ayame back into the kitchen. "I think it's going rather nicely, don't you?" Ayame just smiled, waited for the violin music to play again and then counted, "5…4….3….2…1."
Right on cue, glass broke and Ritsu and Mii-chan (and possibly the violin player) started screaming. "IT'S OKAAAY!" "OH NOOO!"
Mine winced and whispered with a giggle, "I'll get it." Ayame looked out the window again, with a content smile on his lips. Yes, everything was exactly how it was meant to be.
A/N: Read the note at the top if you haven't already.
Mabudachi trio: Hatori, Ayame, and Shigure
Sakura petals: Cherry blossoms
"I'm…I'm so sorry Aya-nii….": I think Ritsu calls Ayame "Aya-nii", but I'm not sure…
The violin player in the corner of the room looked scared out of his mind and as if he was going to take his violin and run: I had to add a violin player. Just to scare him
Mine: pronounced "Me-nay", it really annoys me when people call her "Mine"