A/N: Hello all you Fruba fans out there! I'd like to thank everyone who decided to grace my story with their charming and skillful eyes looking over it. I'll level with you, I wrote this after seeing some dancing movies. What can I say? I have fantasies with anime characters...CONSTANTLY! If it were a job, I'd be richer than Bill Gates! ha ha ha! If only... This fic is about none other than, (dah da da dah da DAH!) The Madubadachi Trio! More specifically Hatori! I love Hatori! He is one sexy doctor! He's my absolute fave! Shigure would be a great bed buddy, but, uh, well, cough anyway, basic sum of this fic is Hatori gets dragged to a dance class, (yes, a DANCE CLASS) where he meets someone who'll change his life forever and his passion for life and love is rekindled with the simplist of things. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yoru: Hey Shigure, come here a sec.

Shigure: Sure! What is it?

Y: I wanna try something.

S: Uh, what?

Y: puts prayer beads around Shigure's neck Okay...SIT!

S: BAM! OWWWWWWWWW!

Y: SUCCESS! It works on him too!

InuYasha: HA, HA, HA, HA! Feel my PAIN! Kagome smacks him upside the head

Hatori: "..."

Y: Oh yeah, the disclaimer, Hatori can I own you so I can do dirty things to your gorgeous body?

H: ...Of course not.

Y: AWWWWWWWWWWWW! T.T

I don't own Fruits Basket or InuYasha.

Sway Me by Cruel Yoru

Another day has come to an end, the same routine executed.

Hatori Sohma had a busy schedule, but he was the type who always planned out the steps to each and every day he lived as to ensure that what needed to be done was. They were as the dance steps to his life. He could perform his activities in his sleep if necessary, but even the doctor wished for something a little different. Something exciting, something out of regular pace to prove he hadn't become some cold, mechanical instrument. That he was still alive and could feel it...afterall, he was still human...right?

However, with his family secret and him being the family doctor, he never had time to feel alive. He just felt...empty. He'd wake, he'd work, he'd eat (when he could), then sleep. He found it tiring just to carry on a conversation. There wasn't much point in it. He simply did what was required of him so there was no need to know anything else. He had no love or hate for his job, but he knew people relied on him and if there was one thing he hated, it was that he couldn't live up to their expectations.

He was out on one of his rare days off. He decided perhaps he'd go to the Tokyo library and see what they had for new book releases. Reading was one of the few pleasures he enjoyed in life, though he didn't have anyone to share this with. His cousin Shigure was an author, unfortunately and disturbingly, their tastes in reading material differed vastly. Walking out with new books of science, philosophy, a few medicine and one of famous quotes, his right eye caught a bright neon sign across the street that read, "Shall we Dance: Dancing Academy". He blinked twice, turning his head giving a small, sharp,"Hn..." he continued on his way not even giving it a second thought.

"HAAAA-SAAAAAAN!" I can't help but heave a deep sigh upon hearing that all to familiar high-pitched whine.

"What is it Ayame?"

"Oh Ha-San, let's go out and find you a young bride to make you happy for the rest of your life!"

"...oh? Just like that?"

"OF COURSE! With your charming good looks and I accompaning you to give you the right advice, there's no DOUBT that ALL the young ladies will absolutely be BEGGING to marry you!"

"..." He looks so proud of what he just said..."Ayame, what are you doing here anyway? I'm working you realize?"

"Oh I know, but I just had to come over to remind you the dress code of the evening I have planned for us tonight!"

...What?

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh? 'Gure didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I don't like where this conversation is going...

"That we're having a night on the town since this is one of your weekends off."

Again, I heave another deep sigh at yet another all too familiar voice from the doorway behind me."Shigure...I don't have time to babysit you two while you get drunk."

"Ah, not to worry Hari'!" His grin really bothers me..."We're not going to any places like that." It usually means he's up to something...

"Then where 'praytell' are we going?"

The grins on their faces stretched all the wider, "HI - MI - TSU!" followed by their gigglefits I've grown accustomed to.

"...Sigh.", I'm going to hate this.

On the streets of downtown Tokyo not far from the Library, three cousins waited on a bench inside a rather old building. Within the near empty room, a familiar tune danced among the air. On the floor, two people answered its call, moving to the rythym with an elegance that seemed unrivaled. Sadly, music was not the only thing about in the air. A strange aura loomed over the side bench near the emergency exit. One that gave a forboding feeling, all eminating from one noticable soruce giving a long, cold glare at two men sitting beside him.

"A dancing class?" Hatori spoke with almost no emotion.

"Yep! We figured you need to get out more Hari'! You know excersice, meet new people and this is the perfect way to sharpen your social skills with the opposite sex, not to mention even GIVE you a social life. You stay inside and work WAY too much! If you keep this up, you'll become a boring old man sooner than you should! You need to go out and live life! Vida Loca style!"

"Ayame...do you need to stand on the bench like that?" He looks like he's about to proclaim his love or something.

Shigure layed an assuring hand on Hatori's shoulder, "The bottom line is, you need something different in your life and since we can't do that by getting plastered and force more burdens on you, we thought this might be just what you need."

"So, you thought that by taking dancing lessons, where we come into close contact with the opposite sex and risk transforming in front of countless people, a way of lifting the burdens you place on me...?"

"YOU GOT IT!"

"...Idiots."

"Aww, don't worry Ha-San! If we don't bump into them, then we won't transform!"

"Aya's right! We promise we'll be very careful. Who knows, mabye you'll even enjoy dancing!" The author gave a sly wink and a loving smile that grated on Hatori's nerves all the more.

Calmly but quickly, the doctor stood up turning to the door exit stating, "I'm leaving."

"WHAT!" Both cousin's rang in unison.

Ayame dramatically wrapped possesive arms around Hatori's upper right arm, "You can't leave Ha-San! We just got here!"

Shigure unable to resist the urge to cause a scene, joined his cousin in his protests, "Yes, at least TRY it! Just this once!"

There was no escape for the poor seahorse, still, ignoring their pleads he struggled and strained to break free, but Shigure had claimed his other arm, imobizing his upper body. he twisted and thrashed, sending the three of them crashing to the ground in a loud 'THUD' that echoed throughout the room.

"Excuse me gentlemen, are you here for lessons?" A little voice spoke with uneasiness.

All three men froze, then slowly rose their heads to find a tiny woman in her mid 50's staring down at them.

"Is there a proplem?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow displaying her thoughts to the men sprawled across her dance floor of how rediculous they looked.

As quick as rabbits, they all stood in front of the woman struggling to straighten ther clothes and hair.

Shigure clearing his throat, replied, "Yes, uh, we're here for lessons. Our cousin's just a little shy is all." Hatori gave a chilled glare toward his cousin who could all but feel the icy look placed on his back.

"Oh, well that's alright dear. First time dancing, eh?" Her face softened and bacame warm and inviting.

"Yes actually, and" leaning a little closer to the short, curly, red haired woman with a hand to his lips, lowered his voice but could still be heard by those who stood close, "He's really shy around women."

"Oh! There's no need for that dear! You'll be just fine here and there's no need to be shy now! A handsome man such as yourself, oh you must have the ladies at your door constantly!" She sung throughout the room and her laughter had a high bell ringing sound to it. It was warming, but edged on annoying.

Shigure should have been worrying what would become of him later for that comment, yet he was too caught up in the satasfaction of humiliating his cousin. Afterall, as his motto went, "Que Serra, Serra!"

The woman moved over behind the counter rummaging through her books. "My name is Ms.Camille and I shall be your dance instructor this evening. So, what kind of dancing were you boys interested in learning?" She shifted her granny-like glasses up only to have them slowly slope down to the brim of her nose as she skimmed through her papers.

"Well something that doesn't really have much contact with the other dancer?"

Wrinkled, questioning eyes peeked over the frames of her glasses to the young author.

"Well with him being so shy and all." He motioned towards the man behind him. Shigure's speech had a charm to it. He could talk almost anyone into doing something they normally wouldn't do, just look at Hatori.

"Well we do have a few dances that are more formal. Ballroom Dancing to be more specific. Some examples are the waltz and the foxtrot."

"Sounds good!" He exclaimed with a broad smile.

After jotting down some information, the redhead led them to the center of the dance floor where they recived the basic intructions of posture during dancing. As a prop to aid them in maintaining their frame, they were given each a long stick about the length and width of a broom.

After a few near and some direct hits to Shigure's head delivered by the doctor who seemed to stiffle a few chuckles, soon moved on to dancing with one another.

Shigure and Ayame really getting into it, exagerated a few tango-like poses which made them look even more bizzare. Hatori was so paronoid of bumping into the instructor, he kept his distance well apart from her as they did a few simple steps.

"WONDERFUL, Just wonderful! You gentlemen are well on your way to becoming marvelous dancers!" She was so pleased with their fast progression. Hatori himself was always a quick student.

"In fact, I think i'll have you boys train a bit with Marisa.( The 'I' in her name sounds like 'e' ) Marisa dear! Come out here will you!" Hatori winced from the close range hauler she gave in his left ear.

The clicking of heels was followed by long tanned legs belonging to a young lady no more than 25 years old. She wore a light olive green dress with straps that clung to the edge of her shoulder frame, the skirt hung from her mid thighs flowing freely about her in strips connected together in an intricate and elegant style. Her hair naturally highlighted with multiple brunette shades, a deep chocolate brown dominating, was swept back in a half phonytail with the rest falling about her shoulders ending at mid back. Simotaneously, all three men's eyes grew wide, mouths slightly opening, staring shamlessly at the hispanic beauty before them.

Full pouted lips tinted with a slight rouge deeply inhaled then released a sweet sound more gentle and refreshing than a crisp, spring morning, "Yes Ms.Camille?"

"These fine gentlemen are here for basic ballroom dancing and are doing wonderous! I'd like you to give them a little bit of a workout. You think you could show them how it's done?" Her rosey cheeks beamed with delight as she exchanged words with the younger woman.

"Certainly Ms.Camille, was there a dance you had in mind?" She spoke with such a polite elegance. The speech a true lady would use. It was very rare these days you'd hear that kind of talk from anyone which made Hatori wonder if she was from a wealthy family, or was well educated.

"Well, this one here is a tad shy around pretty ladies, so mabye the waltz would be a good choice?" Hatori shifted his gaze to the well polished wood floor lighty flushed.

"Yes, that would be appropriate." The corners of her lips curved into a soft smile, calm eyes aimed in the doctor's direction.

"Alright then, I have the perfect song! Since your so shy you can go first!" Hatori almost froze into place.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me now get over there, go on, don't worry, her bark is much worse than her bite." After delivering her speech she gave Hatori a friendly wink. It strangely reminded him of one of his cousins.

The music gently seeped into the air signaling for the lesson to begin. Hatori quelled the urge to sprint for the door, instead he stepped to the center of the room facing the lovley image in front of him.He was not much taller than her, just enough that would have to force her to lift onto the balls of her feet to face him head on if she wished to kiss him.

He quickly pushed his thoughts to the side.

She raised her hand in the air as a silent request for his hand to take hold of hers. His stomoach instantly began tightening up making him even more uneasy. Taking a deep breath, he tenderly took hold of her hand, cradling it in his. With his other, he placed it gently yet firmly against her back at the base of her shoulderblade. The back of her dress dipped low to the small of her back revealing flawless skin of beige satin. The touch of it electrified Hatori's fingertips.

She blinked once, noting to herself how he had placed his hand in the correct spot. After a brief pause to ready themselves, they took flight across the floor. Their movements were perfect and seemed to glide on the floor effortlessly. Hatori didn't miss a single step and led her across the room with growing confidence spinning her occasionally, giving her dress a life of it's own. It flowed with such grace around her body complementing her well. Only one moment during their dance did she have to correct him. She slid her finger beneath his chin and lightly raised his head upward to face her instead of looking at what his feet were doing. The song came to an end at last, but for Hatori was not nearly long enough.

"WELL DONE! That was so splendid!" The petite woman cheered aloud with Shigure and Ayame clapping along enthusiastically.

"MY TURN!" Ayame sang with the new song starting up skipping over to greet the dark beauty.

Hatori strode over to sit beside his cousin who was smiling from ear to ear."...Don't you say it." He warned.

"Hm? Say what? I didn't say a word." Shigure with eyes of pure glee looked straight ahead along with Hatori, smile still glued to his face.

"Oh that was so much fun!" Ayame squeeled as he chased Shigure down the empty streets with Hatori walking not far behind.

"We should definitely go there again! Don't you agree Hari?" Shigure yelled halfway down the road. Hatori remained silent for a long time.

After dropping off Ayame at his shop, the dog and dragon stood outside the gigantic oak wood gates of the Sohma Estate.

"So you're going to go back again right? You are aren't you? It wouldn't have anything to do with that stunning Jasmine olive flower would it? It does doesn't it!You naughty, naughty man, who'd have thought!" That was all Hatori could stand for the night.

"Don't put me on your level and no I'm not going back." He snapped.

Shigure stared bug-eyed momentarily, then his features softened."You know no one would blame you for wanting a little more out of your life. It doesn't even have to be with someone else per say, just know that a lot of people care about you Hari. All we want is for you to be happy." His kind words were sincere and honest. It made Hatori slightly regret his earlier tone with him.

Intaking a long breath of the cold night air, he slowly breathed out, "I know...even if I did want more, as a member of the zodiac, that's a very unlikely wish to be granted to us." He gazed above their heads into a sea of burning white lights with a sorrowful look, as though mourning a past lifetime from long ago.

"Now, now. Nothing will ever come from having an attitude like that." His cousin taunted, "Afterall, weren't you the one who once said 'It's not too late'?"

He recalled the day Tohru Honda visited the main house to see Akito. His rare, gentle smile graced his lips, "I suppose I did."

He waved Shigure goodbye as he entered the estate, making his way to his home. Laying in his comfortable futon with his hands behind his head, he looked up at his celing sorting out his thoughts.

Before he proceeded to close his eyes for the final time until morning, he silently breathed among the dark, "I hope I can see her again."

Well, how about that? I don't think it's all that bad for my first fanfic if I do say so myself. Then again, what the hell do I know? Ha ha! -- For those of you who don't know, 'Himitsu' is japanese for 'secret'. Please, please, PLEASE if you liked, R&R PEOPLE! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING WRONG! (Am I allowed to say hell? Oh well, I'm saying it anyways) Please no flames. Fire bad, tree pretty.Thanks again for reading!