Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

Their first apartment was small, constrictingly small. It was the cheapest place, in the dirtiest part of the city. The chain-link fence that surrounded the apartment building gave it an even edgier feeling.

But they had made it work, no matter the situation they always made their living arrangements work. He liked to think it was one of their many talents.

"Kyo! Quit daydreaming and get your ass over here!" She was still irresistible, even after nearly five months of travelling with her in close quarters. Her figure jerked in very unattractive motions as she tried to move their used single couch across the floor where she wanted it.

"Why the heck can't we leave it there?" Kyo whined, "it looks fine, right where it is."

"Shut up and help me!" Kyo ran over to her when he heard that tone. It was the one that guaranteed him a severe case of blue balls for the next month and the possible removal of his face if he didn't do what she wanted right now.

What surprised him was how light the piece of furniture actually was. Kyo frowned, he knew from experience how strong she was, and this display of weakness bothered him.

Unless…

He barely had time to turn around before she pounced on him. Her lips fastened tightly to his, giving him no room to breath after knocking the breath out of him. Their tongues roughly caressed each other for a few moments before she reared up. Her thin tank top couldn't disguise her obvious arousal and her thin sleeping shorts was the only barrier to the place he knew so well.

Kyo could only grin when she ground herself against him. One of his hands came up to cup her chin and she dragged herself up his torso, and, resting her forearms on either side of his head. One of his hands curled around the nape of her neck, rubbing the ends of her hair fondly, and brought her mouth back down to his. The kiss was sweet, filled with a burning passion neither could resist.

But, to be honest, neither of them really tried.

She first found out about him when he asked her if she wanted to move. It had taken him nearly five months but he had gotten them enough money to get out of the shitty apartment they started in. She had always been very perceptive, especially when it came to him. She noticed the little things about him that no one, not even he, had noticed about himself.

It happened when he asked her what kind of apartment she wanted.

"I wasn't aware we could afford a new apartment." Her voice was cold, calculating, precise. Her tone should have tipped him off in the first place.

Instead, Kyo just shrugged and shoved a catalog toward her. "I got a raise."

She picked up the catalog and flipped to the really expensive apartments. She browsed casually through the pages not even glancing at the glossed pictures. Kyo didn't know how she did it, but somehow she found the most expensive apartment, all the while staring at his face, taking in his reaction.

His heart stopped. There was no way. He just looked at her nervously. "You know we can't afford that."

She just raised an eyebrow. "Can't we?" She flipped the catalog shut. "I thought with all the money you've been taking from your boss we could."

Kyo's eyes went wide, and his mouth went dry.

Her gaze narrowed, and her eyes got colder. "Just how stupid do you think I am?" Her palms slammed onto their cheap, splitting table.

"Shit!" Kyo shot up off his seat, yanking her wrist up to meet his critical eyes. Two large splinters had jammed themselves into her palm, they had split the skin in such a way that blood was beginning to pool in her palm.

But before he could get more than a glimpse, she had snatched her hand away and used her good one to slap him. Hard.

"Ah! Dammit! That hurts." Kyo's hand came up to rub against the blooming red spot on his cheek.

"That's the point." She snapped and started to walk away, before she whirled around and faced him lividly. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I—" He stuttered.

"It's the sloppiest work I've ever seen!"

"Wha—"

"Even amateurs could do better than you!" She was still shouting at him. "Really, it's a wonder you didn't get caught!"

"Yu—"

"Do you have any idea what would have happened if I hadn't covered for you?!"

"DAMMIT YUKI SHUT UP!" Kyo frustration and confusion boiled over and the young man snapped. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

Yuki sighed, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Kyo huffed impatiently and backed her up against the wall. Despite the intimidating position, Yuki didn't seem intimidated.

"Yuki," Kyo leaned his forehead right up against hers. "What the hell do you mean by covering for me."

For the first time since they had been married, Yuki saw Kyo control his temper. It was something that Kyo always said he could do, but had never actually done.

It surprised her. Mildly.

She looked him straight in the eye, and put one hand flat on his chest.

"Exactly what I said, sweetheart." The hand on his chest crawled up to cup his cheek. "I know your trade better than you."

Before he had a chance to react, she slapped him again, hard enough to make him stumble, and sauntered into their bedroom locking the door behind her.