Hey all! I'm back for another exciting installment of…"REALLY RANDOM FRUITS BASKET STORIES!!!" Today's random challenge of the day is from Ine-sama…CHALLENGE TIME! Try to make one where Hatori erases his own memories! Or maybe one where Yuki decides to make a move on Machi and the Fan club girls go insane or something. Or one with Ayame. Anything with Ayame. I LOVE Ayame! I wuv him soo much! Looking for a break for the extremely tasking task of writing Expi00962's challenge, I jumped at the opportunity to verbally illustrate this recipe for hilarity (Sorry Expi00962! I'll try to finish yours soon, I'm working on it! So challenging...bottled water?!). Anyway, I'll try to the best of my abilities to do this fic justice!

Hatori was walking to Shigure's house. Don't ask me why. Maybe he wanted to hear something about Mayu, or maybe he just went over to see if anyone was injured today. The point is, upon entering the house, he was greeted with the highly unpleasant sight of Shigure dancing around with the vacuum in his underwear. He let out a groan.

"Hari!" cried Shigure joyfully.

"Go put some clothes on, idiot!" growled Hatori. As Shigure rushed from the room, Hatori slumped into a nearby chair and put a hand to his head. God, I really wish I hadn't seen that, he thought. That might not be the worst thing, but I swear that image will haunt me until the day I die. His eyes snapped open. Maybe it wouldn't. He could suppress memories after all. Why couldn't he do his own? He chuckled softly to himself. Why hadn't I thought of this before? Oh, wait. Maybe I have, and I just can't remember…

Shaking his head, he put his hands to his temples and thought hard about the incident. This was as bad as the time I walked in on Shigure and Akito making out. Or when Ayame and Shigure came into my room and burned holes through all my socks. Or when Ayame made me model dresses for him. Or…Every unpleasant memory of his family flashed briefly before his eyes…unfortunately, almost ALL of his memories were unpleasant.

Before Hatori realized what he was doing, there was a flash of light and he was thrown from the chair.

"Hari, I'm back!" called Shigure, bounding back into the room. Hatori looked up at him.

"Who are you…?"

Yuki sighed. He was standing in an empty classroom, and he was thinking about Machi. He knew he felt for her the way he had never felt about anyone before…but how should he say that? Maybe just like that…he thought ruefully. No, all he knew was that he thought Machi was special, and he wanted to be with her all the time. She didn't make him feel like "The Prince". She made him feel like Yuki. And it was nice.

So, he had decided today would be the day to tell her. He seized the doorknob…and let go of it again. C'mon you coward! With every ounce of will power he could muster, he wrenched open the door and went to find her…unbeknownst to Yuki, he was being followed.

"So wait…I'm Shigure, and you're Hatori, right?" asked a very dazed and confused Hatori. Shigure shook his head.

"No, I'M Shigure..."he sighed. Hatori smiled.

"Oh, that's good. You seem like a nice fellow." Shigure shook his head.

"Oh man, I wish Hatori were here…he'd know what to do…"

"Hey, that's me, right?" asked Hatori, excited that he'd finally remembered his name. "I remembered!" Shigure sighed.

"Good for you."

Yuki was relieved to have finally found Machi after all this time. She was walking in the hall alone, presumably on her way home after going to her locker. Perfect. We'll have some privacy then.

"Hey Machi, wait up!" he called, running after her. She paused and slowly turned around.

"Yuki…" she said, inclining her head politely. He walked up to her so they were face-to-face.

"Listen Machi, I know I'm not the greatest guy in the world. And I know I'm not very prince-like. But…I really like you Machi. A lot." He was struggling for words now. "And…I don't know…if you like me too…so…" Ugh, why did he have to get nervous now! He must sound like an idiot. Machi seemed to get the jist however. She blushed and began to speak but…

"YUKI!!!!!!" A piercing scream echoed through the hallway. The two of them whipped around. There stood the Prince Yuki fan club, led as always by one Motoko Minagawa. Within a matter of moments, they had surrounded the confused two who were under the impression that they had been having a private conversation.

"Don't leave us, Yuki!" they cried desperately. Yuki looked around, exasperated but tried to be polite all the same.

"I'm not leaving you," he said. "I'll still be going to school here. I'll just…not be single." He looked quickly at Machi who hadn't finished answering who nodded silently. She knew better then he did what these insane girls were capable of. The surrounding girls fell silent and an insane gleam came to Motoko's eye.

"Fine. If we can't have you…nobody can!" And before he could say, what the hell, he had been grabbed.

Yuki woke up bound in the trunk of a car. He groaned. This sucked. A lot. Within moments the trunk flew open and a few of the other girls hoisted him out.

"C'mon!" they giggled. "She's waiting!"

"For what?!" Terrified, Yuki did his best to fight them off, but alas, a few of them were girl scouts and their rope work was commendable. He was pushed into a nearby building. There, at the front of the room, was Motoko. In a wedding dress.

Oh shit. They reached the alter.

"Motoko, are you mental?! I'm not gonna marry you!" cried a very angry and out of character Yuki.

"Of course you are!" said the delusional Motoko. "That's why we're here!" A light bulb clicked in Yuki's head.

"Yes, of course," he said. "How silly of me. I forgot." Motoko beamed at him. "Now, would you mind untying me so I can cuddle you and profess my undying love for you?" Giggling, Motoko gladly obliged. Yuki knocked her over (cause you can't hit girls…) "Haha! Sucka!" he cried, and ran off into the night.

"So wait…I'm a…seahorse…?"asked a very bewildered Hatori. Shigure sighed. It was no use trying to explain it to him. The door opened and a disheveled Yuki drudged in.

"What's the problem?" teased Shigure. "Mobbed by crazy fangirls?" Yuki groaned.

"Yes. I'm going to go call Machi…"and he disappeared up the stairs. Shigure and Hatori sat in silence for a moment.

"What an odd girl…" Hatori said conversationally. Shigure shook his head despairingly. At that moment, Ayame burst in.

"Hari!" he cried. "I heard about your most debilitating predicament and I came by wondering if there was anything I, the most wondrous and amazing Ayame could do!" Hatori blinked.

"Ayame…hey…you're Ayame! I remember you!" He jumped up. "I remember now! I remember…" The smile slid off his face and he thumped down with a groan. "I remember everything," he said gloomily.

"Now that's the Hatori I know!" cried Shigure cheerfully. "Now, let's go get waffles!" And now througholy depressed, Hatori followed them out.