...People -- mainly teenagers,

HOLY CRAP. Refrain from abusing the English language! Please! YOUR LACK OF INTELLIGENCE AND COMMON SENSE STABS AT MY BRAIN THE PAINFUL WAY (fear the Caps Lock of Overuse/Abuse).
I incorrectly blame you for my failure at life.

This chapter is dedicated to the retards who won't stop the horrid abuse. Dedicated especially for those so-called illiterate retards and because this chapter itself is so... terrible.

Whatever,
Non-native speaker of English, Miki.

OXYMORON : Part I
ryokiXshigure
Written by: Miki
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Disclaimer: HA, RIGHT. THIS IS CALLED A 'FANFICTION', PEOPLE. Who in the right mind would write a FANfiction of their OWN work?
And if you haven't realized already, I don't own Fruits Basket, nor have I seen or read that much. Ryoki and Hikari tells me a great deal about it, though.

Mentions of rather unnecessary implications made Shigure cringe. His replies of hinted-at half-sincere excuses made Ryoki recoil with distaste.

Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered. Bothered to like him, of course.
Other times, she wondered why she even wondered in the first place.

Often times, she usually thought up devious schemes as a way of revenge.
Like she was doing now.

The reason of their quarrel would seem stupid in one's perspective and greatly idiotic in the not-even-opposing viewpoint of a different individual. And it was.

I have a deadline, he'd said with a hint of impatience when Ryoki had tried pulling him out of this state of faux-depression.

Deadline?

A nod. Tomorrow morning. Damn this writer's block!

The other being simply glared at him and his use of profanity. He knew she didn't approve of that word.

Ah, of course he knew, and he'd try to get rid of this stressing atmosphere. Ah, ah, um. That's what the monkey in my story said! Of course, he burnt in the forest fire. Of course!

Ryoki had almost laughed at the excuse, which was probably the worst one she'd heard in a while. But that wasn't the reason of the argument that would come alive later.

All I have right now -- nothing. I have yet to start.

It had taken a while before she realizedhe was talking about his story again. Write about a youngling. she suggested.

Youngling?

It was supposed to be a joke. It was, afterall, a joke between her friends. Didn't he know? Considering he hadn't even tried to smile, she had realized that she should refrain from mentioning that word ever again.

I don't have time for this, Ryoki -- youngling?

Relax, 'Gure. Chill. It's nothing. Forget about it. Besides, when'd you start caring about your deadlines?

This had earned her a grimace.

So you don't care about my deadlines?

What?

You don't, do you?

No no, of course I care! You know what? This deadline is killing your sense of humor and fun.

And so, the argument had begun.
A small difference of opinion gradually evolved to sharp insults, each of their creative swords battling for victory.

And here they were, fuming and arms crossed. Glares were exchanged, and both of them had a terrible feeling of guilt inside.

"I'm sorry." the male was the first to speak. Ryoki was more stubborn than he was, and he liked that about her, considering he didn't already like everything about her.

Amazing how two simple wordscould result in even more apology and hugs and laughter. Right?

Amazing how when two lovers do care for each other a great deal, more procrastination occurs and a deadline is never met.

Wise fools and loving disagreements, right? The latter made no sense at all.

Procrastination is awesome. Especially when it has nothing to do with love and a gay story by a mental Miki.

Have mercy.