To bleh: And she liked it...alot.
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(Earlier)
"What do you think is wrong with her, Hatori?" Shigure asked.
"She could have developed schizophrenia or some other psychological disorder. Post-traumatic stress..." he trailed off. "Yuki, Kyo, did anything happen to her in the last week or so?"
"No!" Kyo shouted, confused by the situation and angry that he was.
"She hit her head today," Yuki answered softly. "Could that have affected her?"
"It is a possibility," Hatori told him.
"She hits her head all of the time! She's got too thick of a skull for it to cause any damage..." Kyo argued angrily.
"My poor wife," Shigure said tearfully.
"Nani!" Kyo gasped. "She's not your wife you pervert!"
"You're the baka, neko," Yuki cut in. "If you cannot contribute anything worthwhile to the conversation, then stop talking."
"Kuso nezumi!" Kyo threw a punch, but his jaw was met with Yuki's foot and he was knocked unconsious.
"I will take her to the clinic tomorrow and run some tests," Hatori concluded.
"Minna-san! Isn't it obvious that Tohru just cannot control herself when coming face to face with such a perfect specimen of manhood?"
"Yes, Aya, and you become more perfect everyday," Shigure answered.
"Only because I have your love, Gure-san," the pale-haired man agreed.
Yuki shook his head at the idiocy and went to Tohru's door and knocked, calling out her name. When she didn't answer, he slid the door open and found her asleep.
"Ano, Tohru is sleeping." He was confused, but the clock told him that it was nearly ten o'clock and the men decided the conversation would best wait for the morning.
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(After)
(After the ridiculously hot sex, that is.)
"Chose you?" Tohru looked at Ayame oddly.
"Yes..." But Ayame was cut off as Hatori slid the bathroom door open. Seeing that they were naked, he quickly realized what must have transpired while the rest were asleep.
"Get dressed," he ordered softly, dangerously and left them to obey.
It had been a few minutes, causing Hatori to growl in impatience, when Tohru was suddenly shoved out of the door in the yukata Ayame had previously worn. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with passion and before he could scold her, she spoke to him.
"Hatori-san," she began in that dark, low voice that was filled with promise. "I can't seem to figure out if you are stopping me because you are worried..."
She knelt in front of where he was sitting and put her hand on his knee.
"...or jealous."
"Jealous of what, Tohru-kun?" he answered. His control was stellar. It had to be.
The slow smile on her face gradually transformed into a huge grin, and she moved to a chair across from him without saying a word. As soon as she sat down, Ayame exited the bathroom. He frowned at the lack of seating next to Tohru, but moved next to Hatori on the couch.
"Ah, Ha-san! What can I help you with?" Hatori looked at Ayame sharply.
"You knew that we had discussed and decided to leave her be until I could run some tests today and you deliberately disobeyed."
Ayame looked unsure as to whether he should submit to Hatori's anger or defend his right to be with Tohru. His pale golden eyes darted back and forth between the two, so unlike his normal self, even subdued by the doctor's presence.
A sigh came from the left side of the couch.
"Tohru-kun, please get dressed before the boys wake up and realize you are wearing Ayame's pajamas. We will leave early for the clinic and Ayame, you will stay here and act as though nothing happened last night."
The good doctor waited until Tohru was safely in her room before standing to retreive his car keys.
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Movin along...slowly but surely.
Ick...why do I keep writing ridiculously short chaps? Oh my fickle muse! I know I did wrong starting two other stories, but don't desert me now!
