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Looking up at Yuki's innocent face questioningly, Tohru was completely oblivious to his plan. "You know how I can repay Kyo?"

"I do."

"That is very kind of you, Sohma-kun!" Tohru bubbled. "So what do you suggest?"

Yuki tried hard not to smile. "Well, since you accidentally spilled soda on Kyo's shirt, I could give you some money to go buy him a new one. From some place like, oh I don't know, Ayame's shop?"

"What a good idea! I'm sure Kyo would love it!" bouncing with joy, Tohru was just about to make her way out the door when Yuki stopped her.

"I need to give you the money first," he stated obviously.

"Ah! I can't accept your money! It was my fault, and I can manage to pay for it! Please do not worry about it!" Tohru cried. "I have a job, so I can afford it! I'm sure Kyo will appreciate the thought, and I will tell him so, but I must pay for it myself."

Yuki knew the girl just wouldn't take his money; she was too persistent for her own good sometimes.

"Okay then, Honda-san. But take care. And don't worry about telling Kyo."

"Oh? Okay then!"

Tohru headed out the door, and Yuki realised something with a shock. "Honda-san!" he called. "Don't bring Ayame back with you, please. Just find a nice… frilly shirt, and leave as fast as you can, okay?"

But Tohru was out of sight. I hope she brings back something interesting, Yuki thought to himself with a slight grin. That stupid cat… I can't WAIT to see his face…

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When Tohru got back carrying a big white bag, Yuki was leaning against the wall casually. "May I see?" he asked immediately.

"Okay!" Tohru said, taking the thing out of the bag. She held it up smiling lightly. "Do you think Kyo will like it?"

Yuki's features remained emotionless, and Tohru didn't know he was actually trying his hardest not to laugh. "I think he will love it. The stupid cat does not deserve the kindness you give him."

"Sohma-kun! I had almost thought you had put aside your bad feelings towards Kyo when you thought of the wonderful idea to get him this shirt, but maybe I was wrong?"

Yuki was about to reply when there came a knock at the door. He looked at Tohru who had gone to answer it. "Tell me that isn't…"

"MY DEAR BROTHER!" Ayame cried gleefully, striding in through the door.

With that, Yuki sprinted to his room and slammed the door.

A/N: I've never written a fanfic before. Just thought I'd mention that.