Hey guys I'm back! Sorry for the wait by the way. I didn't have any time to get up on my stories. But it's all good now. I have a brand new laptop and I'm going to use it! Also, I would like to say I'm sorry about the wait for those few who actually looked forward to reading this. I have like seven chapters written down in my writing journal but I just couldn't type them up. So, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.

Warning: There are some mature themes here and some bad language. But hey, it's based off a Japanese manga. What do you expect other than perverts and wrong thinking?

Yoko had just gotten out of the shower and just walked into her room. She had a towel wrapped around her body and her dripping hair loose down her back. Humming a tune she made up on the spot, Yoko walked towards her window to quickly close it and shut the blinds. She didn't trust someone not to be looking, even if she was on the second story.

She stood there for a moment. She felt like something was missing. But, what? She shook her damp head to flush out such weird thoughts. "Well, well. It looks like every time I see you, you're soaking wet." Eyes wide, Yoko turned, clutching the towel close. The current bane of her existence stood leaning against the door way. Akira. "Though I have to say, I think I prefer this look out of the two."

"What. The. FUCK! What are you doing here? In my house? IN MY ROOM?" She tried to cover herself but she couldn't do much with a towel and her skinny arms. "Enjoying the show." Akira said with a smirk. Yoko glowered. "Get. Out." He winked at her, and backed out of the room. "Hey, what size dre-" She slammed the door in his face. Yoko leaned her forehead against the door, breathing heavily.

Jerk.

Akira looked at the recently closed door as he was sure she started getting dressed. He tried his best not to imagine her long legs as she pulled on shorts that were definitely too short to be worn in public. He worked hard not to think about her putting on a soft to small t-shirt that barely covered her smooth belly. And he really attempted not to wonder if she wore anything under the outfit.

Akira jerked himself out of his daze and walked to the door just down the hall and on the same side as Yoko's room. His was the guest room Tohru had showed him to almost an hour ago. He had heard a door open soon after but he knew that Kyo wasn't in the house and Tohru was in the kitchen because he could hear her doing the laundry. So, by process of elimination, he concluded that it was Yoko. And he decided that she should know of his presence. So, smirking evilly the whole way, he went to a door just down the hall that as partially open. He peaked inside to see a vision in white terry cloth.

She as facing the window opposite the door so the most could see was dripping orange hair and long pale legs. True, maybe he sort of handled that wrong, but she just brought that out in him. His teasing, tormenting, and confusing (at least to him) side. Yoko brought out weird thoughts and feelings in him but of course Akira would never admit it. To anyone.

He sat down on the bed in his room. A few moments later, he heard a voice. A familiar voice. Then, he realized that the wall the bed he was sitting on was right next to the headboard of Yoko's bead, just on the other side of the wall. And that wall wasn't all that thick.

"No." He heard her say. "Yeah sure…Yukino did you what? You gotta be kidding me…sure. Oh hey, the reason I called is I wondered if you wanna ditch your house for the night and come be my sanity…Yeah, Mom said it was ok and Dad, well you know him…Yeah. I'm serious. She could ask him to tear down the dojo and burn the leftovers and he'd do it…See ya then."

Akira heard her slam her cell phone shut and run down the stairs. He wondered who was coming over Probably Sakura, Yoko's best friend. Girly sleepover…could be fun.

Later that night, Sakura sat on the floor looking up at Yoko, who sat on the bed with her back against the wall. "So then, Yukino says 'The door just closed on its own, I swear.' And then my dad just glares in that really intense, really creepy way he has and Yukino goes a little red and says 'Ok, so I MIGHT have locked Aunt Machi in the closet, but who knew she'd bust the door down with a step ladder?" The two girls burst into loud laughter.***

"Holy Uncle Haru ((get it? Haru...cow...yeah, I thought it was funny)). Your mom is nuts." Yoko managed to gasp out. A moment later, Yoko looked closely at her best friend. "You, I heard that Yukino had a new girlfriend and-" Sakura's head jerked up with wide eyes. "When did this happen? Who-Who? Why? I-I-I…"

Yoko smirked. "I knew it. You TOTALLY like Yukino" Sakura blushed and looked down. "Oh. Yeah. I do. A lot." Yoko snickered a little. "I have thought you two were perfect for each other for years! Sakura's face went a deeper red.

"Yeah, well he obviously doesn't think so." Yoko shook her head hard. "oh, I was just making that whole girlfriend thing up. I just wanted to see your reaction. Sakura knew that Yoko would never really lie to her, not anything like this, so she smiled. "So what about you?" Yoko looked confused. "I saw the look in Akira's and your eyes when you were glaring at each other over oniguri. He's cute right?"

Akira sat up straighter against the wall. He'd been listening to the whole conversation. This was what he wanted to hear. Yoko Sohma's opinion of him. "Akira?" She paused. "I guess he's cute. He's got that rugged looked that some girls. It's not really my thing." Akira was disappointed for some reason. "Uh-huh." Sakura sound skeptical. "Besides," Yoko went on. "Me and Ichi are going pretty steady. I mean, he hasn't asked me to be his gf yet, but I'm sure he will soon." That hit Akira in the gut.

He felt the urge to kick this "Ichi's" ass.

"Plus, Akira is a jerk. He walked in my room today when I had nothing but a towel on and just stood there like he could! And he's trying to destroy the peace our dad's and Uncle Haru have work so hard to get! I hate that jack-" Sakura interrupted.

"Hello, loud! Your dad down the hall…light sleeper!" Yoko made a sound that obviously meant 'Oops'. Akira felt terrible. That's what she thought of him. Wow, this was what it felt like to be hated. How could she feel that way about him? He thought she was wonderful…

"You know what they say, Yoko. There's a fine line between love and hate." Yoko tittered. "Please. Not this time." Yoko said. "Anyway, it's late. Let's go to sleep."

Akira heard some shuffling around, a click of the lights, a few last giggles and then…nothing. He actually felt bad. Now that he thought about it, he had been extremely rude to Yoko since he'd met her. He couldn't really blame her for thinking the worst of him. But…he didn't want her to feel that way about him. Akira laid back and started to fall into a deep sleep. The last thought was of Yoko's beautiful smile and how he wished he could be the one to put it there.

***Okies, about the thing highlighted in bold. The first person to guess what part of Fruits Basket I am referencing ((Meaning a short summary of what happened before and after)) will have a future chapter dedicated to them. Whoot.

AN/ So, it's been a while and everything so…yeah. Read and review. Hope ya'll like it. I would also appreciate it if ya'll kept the grammar suggestions to a minimal. I know I have terrible grammar and even with spell check my spelling sucks. I know this. I've had many teachers tell me this. Thanks everyone. Kasi