Hello all my loyal fans (If I have any) and hello to all the newbies. I am again updating my Story. Yes, the name has been changed but I'm changing it back...Yeah, sorry about that. I finally decided that Bittersweet Lies didn't fit as well as Power Struggle. Anywhoo. I'm going to try to update regularly and hopefully get some of those loyal readers I was talking about. Hehe. I think ya'll will like this next chapter. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Warnings about kissing and attempted forcing...

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, just this plot and the next generation. oh, and I own Ichigo (Not that I'm 100% happy about that...).

A week later, Tohru and Kyo sat together in their dining room, drinking tea. Suddenly, the heard a slam, followed by shouts. "Ah." Tohru said sweetly. "Sounds like home." Kyo just chuckled at his wife, who accepted most people and the things they did. The last week had been full of fighting, yelling, throwing and screaming. "I'm actually very proud of Yoko." Kyo said, standing up with Tohru to put their dishes in the sink. "One week and she hasn't challenged him to a death match. And the biggest thing she's thrown at him was her straightner!" They shared a special look, both thinking back to their high school years when Kyo and Yuki had literally always been at each other's throats.

Upstairs, Yoko slamed her door shut and locked it. Breathing hard, she punched the door once, then turned back towards the inside of her room. She needed to get busy. She only had two more hours.

Two hours later...

Akira sat at the table, finishing the delicious supper Tohru had cooked. He took his dishes to the sink where she was washing the others. "Tohru, that was very good. Thank you for including me in your meals." He bowed his head slightly in respect. Being Tohru, she bowed -too and blushed. "N-No. i'm so glad you enjoyed it!" Akira started walking towards the stairs, thinking he could maybe goad Yoko into getting mad at him again. The best thing about fighting with her was seeing the passion in her beautiful eyes. It amazed him and he loved looking into her eyes when she was mad.

Just as he was about to go up the stairs, there was a knock on the door. "Akira-san, would you mind getting the door for me? I'm covered in bubbles and dish water or I would ask!" Akira didn't say anything, just altered his course. He opened the door to see a boy just a few years younger than him and about Yoko's age. He wore a black tee under a nice black and blue jacket and nice blue jeans. His muddy brown hair was emmaculatly combed to look "cool", and his eyes were a sort of plain blue that wasn't really worth mentioning.

"Um..." the boy said. "I'm Ichigo. I'm here to pick up Kyoko for the-" Akira slamed the door in his face. Punk kid. Yeah, right. He rolled his eyes and turned. Up at the top of the stairs she stood, an angel. Yoko wore a knee length red v-neck halter dress. The top was tight enough to show her gorgeous curves and barely showed a hight of clevage. At the waist, the dress was loose and flowy until it stopped just at the knee. She wore her hair up with a few curls left to frame her face and red strapy heals that were about 2 1/2 inches high. Yoko had little makeup on, but she didn't need it.

"Was that Ichi?" she asked, frowning. Akira could barely think, but all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go. Yoko came down the stairs, with Akira still stareing. Yoko rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Hey, Ichigo!" She hugged the boy. Akira saw from his point of view behind Yoko that Ichigo's hands stared wandering down, but Yoko pulled back out of the embrace. "Mom! I'll be back at about midnight, when the dance is over!" The door was shut before Akira got over the shock.

"I had really nice time tonight." Yoko lied with a smile. Truthfully, all night she'd been comparing Ichigo to Akira. Ichigo's mannor of dressing was all wrong; way to neat and clean. His hair was obviously combed to look like he just ran his hands through it. Gah. How could she have ever liked this poser? As he walked her to the estate, he kept trying to hold her hand. Yoko kept pulling it away.

As they got to her door, Yoko turned and forced a smile. "Thanks Ichigo." Yoko started to opened the door when he grabbed her neck and roughly, so hard it hurt, slammed his sickly wet lips onto hers. Yoko just stood there for a moment, not responding, but then Ichigo his tonge between her stiff lips and pull her against his body. She then thought 'Oh, no. No thanks!" And tried to force him away. Unfortunitly, Ichigo didn't exactly get the message. He then brought his hand to her breast. That just pissed her off.

Yoko yanked up her knee and hit him straight in his soft spot. He dropped to his knees and finally let her go. With her eyes slight tearing, she said darkly, "Leave. Never speak to me or my family again."

She walked inside.

Akira had been paceing for hours waiting for Yoko to return. He'd been an idiot, gaping at her and doing nothing to prevent her from leaving with that punk kid. His fists clenched. he suddenly wanted to punch something, namely that bloody Ichigo. He heard a door open, the close. kyo had been home for hourse, so it had to be Yoko!

He haerd her heals clack up the stairs. Then, he heard her open her door and go inside. He heard the bed creak then Akira heard something that knifed him open. Sobbing.

Akira walked quickly down the hall and into her room without knocking. Yoko was curled up in a ball at the top of her bed. He walked to the bed and gathered her into his arms and onto his lap. she curled into his chest and just sobbed. He rocked her back and forth, just holding her close. when her cries subsided, he just stayed still and waited. "I can't believe what an idiot I am." she whispered. "He's such a jerk." Akira softly smiled down at her hear stained face.

"No, you're not stupid. He is. Whatever he did do to you, it was wrong." She looked deep into his eyes, all tears gone and then slowly to lean in closer to him. Akira gulped then, slowly enough for her to change her mind, he gently pressed his lips to hers. 'This is perfect.' he thought.

'This is perfect.' she thought.

Whoot. Got to love cliff hangers right? Hehe. Well, the next couple of chapters are fluff that I couldn't help but write. The one after next is actually about Yukino and Sakura! So, yeah! Read and review, peoples!