Disclaimer: I will never ever own Fruits Basket no matter how many times I ask Santa for it for Christmas. sigh However! I do own the DVD and books 1-6!

Advance Warning: This story is going to be yaoi eventually! It will take quite some time as I don't like making canon OOC so I'd rather take my time and develop the characters so that it isn't out of the blue for example: "I never realised that my hate for you Kyou was just me denying myself that I really love you." "Yes, Yuki. It was true. I never really hated you it was just that it was the way that I was brought up to believe." That sort of thing doesn't work for me, so it going to take some time to get the yaoi/shonen ai.

Okay everyone; this is my first Fruits Basket fic. I've written quite a few fan fiction pieces in the past, but after battling extensive writers block ( I write a few paragraphs then I promptly begin to hate it and abandon it) I have finally sat down and written something. This is going to be a multi-chaptered fic – possibly a novelette.

Chapter One – One Hell of A Day

Yes, mornings were defiantly a horrible thing. Especially after staying up all night studying for exams the next day. All-nighters were not the friend of Yuki Sohma, but like any other student at some point he had to pull one occasionally and suffer the consequences.

And boy did he suffer.

After the shrill screaming of his alarm clock had sounded, he started to gain at least partial consciousness. He had managed to mentally coax his feet into motion whilst still being effectively asleep. He plodded into the bathroom, turned on the shower taps, stripped and stepped into the steaming hot water. It was at his point that his gluey eyes finally opened.

School had been, for lack of a better word, crap. Not only had Yuki had to put up with the usual stalking from his fan club (which made up of over half of the entire student body and staff – female and male), a particularly difficult exam, and constant jibes from the stupid cat but he had to deal with another rejection.

Once again, some poor girl had summed up the courage to sneak past the P.Y.F.C. and present herself as a willing candidate to be his girlfriend. Yuki had nonchalantly declined her offer for no other personal reason than his curse. He explained to the girl that he didn't feel ready emotionally to be in a relationship at the time.

As far as Yuki was concerned the girl was actually quite pretty and seemed polite enough but he didn't really know her. He was relieved that she hadn't tried to hug him – Yuki didn't feel he had the energy to employ his infamous "crab walk" as a means of prevention. She just looked at the floor, shrugged and ran off – most probably in tears.

The irritating thing was that every time he had to reject a girl, the voice of one girl would always fill his head.

"Yuki-kun. You're such a nice person…..but some part of you keeps rejecting other people. They say, 'Yuki-kun is special.' Everyone has noticed. I understand it wouldn't be right for you to have a normal girl as your girlfriend!"

That one girl's words had always stuck in his head, and quite often come back to him at the most inconvenient of moments and never failed to place him in the foulest of moods. Just after she had said it the first time, he had lost control and beat Kyou worse than he had ever before. In fact, it was nearly always Kyou who copped the brunt of his temper. Occasionally the dog but normally it was Kyou.

By the time Yuki had arrived home, he was tired, grumpy and more or less ready for bed. Unfortunately, it seemed that fate wasn't in the mood to be particularly nice to him.

"Yo! Rat! Where the hell did you put the damn milk?" Kyou shouted at him as he entered the door.

"Have you looked in the fridge yet, you stupid cat?"

"Don't call me stupid!"
"I wouldn't call you stupid if you weren't stupid, stupid!"

"I'm not stupid!"

"Tell that to someone who cares."

Yuki watched as his cousin paused, trying to think of some kind of snappy retort. But like usual, the carrot top's brain just wasn't in the mood for functioning.

"Damn it all! Why would I look in the fridge? I left it on the counter this morning before school and it's not there now! Where did you hide it?"

Yuki sighed. Just being in the same room as his hot-headed cousin made him feel exhausted.

"Why would I hide your milk? You drink from the carton! And did it ever occur to you that milk will go off if you leave it out of the fridge all day? And that maybe someone like Tohru would think of this and put it away so that we don't have to buy some more? For goodness sake! I've never met someone so dense!" With that Yuki by-passed the kitchen and went straight upstairs to get some homework done. (And secretly nap)

Not long after, Yuki was beginning to feel slightly hungry. And by slightly, I mean he hadn't eaten since lunch and his stomach was now protesting quite a lot. Maybe a bowl of cereal would hit the spot just enough not to spoil dinner…... So he ventured downstairs to get something to eat.

Only to come face to face with the cat. Drinking from the carton of milk. Not using a cup or a glass, but drinking from the carton. And by doing so he was transferring the bacteria from his mouth into the place where the milk came out of and into everyone else's food and beverages.

He didn't think. He was so tired that he was past thinking. All he knew was that he was incredibly angry and that he needed a fight. He needed to take his frustrations out on somebody or else he threatened to explode.

He grabbed the milk from Kyou, and poured the contents over his head.

The cat's face a portrait of disbelieve, until he slowly worked up a rage. Yuki could see the change visibly in his face.

"Don't ever drink from the carton again. It's a filthy habit and you're endangering everyone else in this house from contracting your stupid germs." Honestly, Yuki didn't know were it came from, but it came out and it was as barbed and sharp as usual.

"Do you want to fight, Rat?"

"You know what, for once, I do."

And so began their battle.

If you see the little button on the left hand side of your screen that says "review" please press it and tell me your thoughts.

This is currently hasn't got a beta as my beta who used to do my other work has retired from the world of fan fiction. So, if you're interested in being my little internet version of Mii-chan, please drop me a line.

I'm still a bit unsure as to what I want to happen in future chapters, and as always, all of your ideas are welcome. (I'm still toying with two ideas for the next chapter at the moment – but the ultimate results will be the same)

So to summarise; review, enjoy, beta, ideas! (Not to mention review! Reviews make me happy, and if I'm happy I won't turn emo and fill this with angst!)

Love you all xxx