The Influence of Sake

Hello readers! Thankyou for my reviews (All four of you -). I agree with you, there aren't enough minor character stories, and so this one is being made, please enjoy. Oh! And thanks for telling me Ritsu's age. In this, Tohru is 18, and I'm not good with maths, so yes.

Disclaimer: Even if I wished with all my might, I still wouldn't own Fruits Basket.

(PS: I meant to have a break line thingy, but it didn't work, so now it is this: OOOOOOOO)

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Chapter 2: Monkey see what Monkey do

Sunlight shone through the window as morning slowly transcended into afternoon. It was a busy day at the Hot Springs, as it was Saturday, when families, couples and the elderly would come to relax and escape the repetitiveness of the working week.

This day, however, would be far from the normal routine.

As, noticed by a few of the regulars at the BathHouse, a loud, noisy, apologetic, yet unusually beautiful woman was missing around the springs. It was this person's mother, though, who was the most concerned. For it was very unusual for her son to be late, as he was always striving and working hard to please her and everyone else. As she poked around the spas, guests' rooms, and even the cupboards, she grew increasingly anxious. She was about to call the staff when she realised that she had not yet checked his room.

She (as quickly as an old sick woman could) walked to his room, burst through the doors, and pulled back his sheets, looked in the cupboard, and finally opened the door to the bathroom.

She saw a lump of what looked like Ritsu's purple kimono. She felt a wave of relief when she saw this, not being phased by the fact there was a knife on the floor, or that said kimono was ripped and torn. 'He must have been apologising for his clothes again. Oh, I wish it were not like this son' she thought as she closed the door and left. Although he was like that, she was sure everything would be fine, even though there were some mighty odd-looking things on the ground.

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'Ow'was the first thing he thought as the aftermath of drinking settled into his head. 'What happened?' was the second painfully heavy feeling thought. He sat up, slowly so his head wouldn't fall off, which he thought it could any second. He cracked his back, and stood, feeling an unusual breeze in parts of his body, which his kimono usually kept warm. He looked down, noticing his clothes were torn and cut. A blurry flashback to last night gave him an answer to the obvious question. He had, in a drunken anger made the decision to make rags of his clothes, courtesy of the man in the bath. 'Oh well' he thought, 'I have plenty of kimonos, but that was my only feminine one'. He sighed as he took of what used to be his kimono, and put on a pale blue one, a masculine one that was unusual for him. "I am going to look strange in this. Seeing a girl in a manly robe. I will have to apologise to mother". He walked over to glance at the messy bathroom, deciding to clean it later. He opened to door, preparing for the barrage of laughter and taunts from the girls at the end of the hall, and the whole Hot Springs. He held his head down to his feet, feeling slightly ashamed. "Hey" one of the girls said, grabbing his arm to turn him around. 'Oh no, here it comes…' he thought as turned in the girls direction and lifted his head. "Yes?" he said meekly. Laughter, taunting, teasing, insults. That's what he expected. None of it came. Something worse happened. Shock. The girl stood in shock at him. 'Oh! What is she staring at! Did I do something else stupid? Am I wearing makeup or something?' he thought nervously, about to dive in another round of apologies. "Sorry" the girl said. Now it was his turn to look shocked. "W…what?" he stuttered. "It's just, your so handsome" she said, blushing. 'Oh, another lesbian. Not again.' He remembered the last lesbian he had come across. She practically stalked him until he revealed…well, you know. He was flattered for anyone to like him, but he wanted a woman who would love him as a man. "Thankyou for saying I'm beautif…"wait. Did she say handsome? Wasn't that for…well, men. "Yeah, I think you're hot! You're the best looking guy in this place!" she said, stepping closer to him. 'Guy? Guy! What the…'. He froze, remembering the rest of last night. "Please excuse me!" he yelled, as he rushed back to his room, slamming the door. He ran to his bathroom, and looked into his mirror.

He gaped as he saw something terrible. A man. A man was staring back at him. He looked at the floor, taking in its contents. Strands of sandy brown hair lay on the floor. He looked back into the glass. "Oh my God!" he whispered, touching his hair.

He had cut it. That's what he originally got the knife out for. He had hacked it off in disgust. Instead of long, feminine locks, he had hair similar to Hatsuharu's and Hiro's put together. It was bushy and spiky. Very manly. "This is awful…" he said sadly, picking up his old hair, holding it close to him. 'What should I do? I know!' he said, suddenly standing, and running to his destination. 'Shigure can help me!'

Shigure stood as he heard a knocking on the door. It sounded rather urgent, so, after slowly walking to the door, mildly tormenting the person on the other side, he opened the door…

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Well! Chapter 2 finished! WOO! Ok, reviews please. Was this satisfying? Did it make sense? Do you like the image of the new Ritsu? Did the title make you go "Oy, what an idiot!" Please tell me, thanks!

Bye!