I'm a filthy liar, I'm sure you've all realised that - I went way over my word limit! The last few have been close to 1,000 words (I think this one's over that, actually oO), but, in any case, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket in any way - ... poo.

Another not so Dramatic Love Scene

"Tea with Hari, tea with Hari, tea with Hari!" The pair sang, and poor 'Hari' was sitting at the end of the table with a bored expression written all over his tired face – he'd been treating Akito for his latest illness all afternoon, and the last thing he needed was Shigure and Ayame coming over unexpectedly for a 'tea' party.

"Sooo, Hari, what was wrong Akito this time?"

Trust Shigure to be worried about his 'girlfriend' Akito – the head of the family. Hari also knew that Shigure was upset about not being able to talk to Akito that afternoon.

"His cup addiction is getting too much. It's shredding Akito's insides."

"Really Hari, that sounds like… OH MY GOD SHIGURE DID YOU BRING MR. FUMMYWOBBLES!"

The /intelligent/ conversation about Akito had ended the moment Shigure brought out his bear, Mr. Fummywobbles. "I'll go get tea." Hari said, picked himself up from the table, and without waiting for a response, went into his small cramped kitchen – and sat in the corner.

"Do you remember our latest slumber party, Gure-san?" Ayame asked, throwing the fluro pink bear in the air and then catching it again.

"Oh yes. Let us reminisce."

"Oh, that'd be fun."

How the sleep over occurred:

"I'm bored." Shigure mused, fiddling his pencil between his fingers with about as much enthusiasm as a dog who'd had an apple thrown at its head.

"You can't be bored!" A cry came, Shigure's assistant had just entered the room and was bouncing up and down with frustration. "You have to finish your manuscript!"

"Sometimes I wonder why I even bothered with this profession." Shigure stated, scratching the back of his head.

"Don't wonder, write! Move that stupid hand of yours!"

Shigure sighed, this time putting the long side of the pen in his mouth, and trying to take interest in what ever material he was using at the time. His assistant seemed happy.

"Maybe me and Aya should have a sleep over."

"This manuscript is due next week! You don't have time for a sleep over!" The assistant screamed, looking just about ready to bonk him on the head. Shigure just paused, looked at her and said, "You're very, very single, aren't you?"

His assistant said nothing when Shigure got up, and went to the phone to call Aya.

"She hasn't been around since." Shigure stated, looking like he wanted to take the bear off Aya and play with it himself. "I think she might be mad."

"Don't be silly Gure-san! Of course she isn't mad."

"Really? Oh, where's Hari?"

"Getting the tea remember?" (When Hari heard his name from the Kitchen – he curled up into a tighter ball and stated, "Happy Thoughts" over and over again.)

"Oh Right." Shigure said, leaning back slightly.

Boredom often makes people play up.

Shigure grabbed Ayame 'round the waist, and the pair just 'sat' there. Of course they were only kidding around, but in Hari's place, the 'fun' of doing that just … disappeared. Still, it didn't stop them trying.

"Oh, Aya, you are my sun!"

"You are my moon, Shigure!"

"HOLD ON! Where's Mr. Fummywobbles?"

"Uh… I LIKE YOU AYA!"

It was that moment that Hatori decided he actually wanted to come into the room again, and when he saw Ayame and Shigure the way they were, and the looks of annoyance on the faces, he really did consider kicking them out. "Oh, Hari!" Aya stated, Shigure just grinned. "Want to join in?"

Hatori went back into the kitchen.

"Remember that little delivery girl?" Ayame asked, stretching.

That little delivery girl:

"Oh, Aya, I'm out of the shower!" The newly showered – and surprisingly in his pajamas, which was just a clean kimono, his normal get up, that looked exactly the same as all his other kimono's, and it was hard to tell if it was clean or not. In fact, the only thing that hinted that he'd actually had a shower was the fact that his hair was wet.

"Really?" Aya had also showered, and he had his hair up in a girly bun. "Then lets play dress up!"

It was only then when Shigure realized that Aya had brought out his massive (and I mean massive) box of costumes. "I WANT TO BE THE MAID!" Shigure yelled at once, running at it.

Aya hit him across the head just before he reached it. "I want to be the maid."

"Nu-uh."

"You be the midwife."

"I always be the midwife!" Shigure whined, putting his hands on his hips.

In the end of it, Shigure was a waitress and Ayame was the maid.

It was rather ironic that a girl selling cookies decided to ring the door bell at that particular moment.

"Yes?" Aya opened the door. Now, Aya looks rather girlish, so one can imagine the little girls surprise when his voice was so deep. It was when she saw Shigure in the waitress uniform when she really got scared. In fact, she was so scared, she screamed so high pitched that a bat fell out of the sky, and ran straight for the nearest house.

"Yeah, it was really a shame. I could have used those cookies."

"I wonder why they ran away."

(Once again in the kitchen, Hatori sighed. He'd treated the little girl for trauma before he'd gone to see Akito. Could they really not see what was wrong with what they were wearing in that moment? "Idiots.")

Hatori finally decided that if he was going to get them away – they'd have to have tea first, then he could make an excuse that he had to treat some patient, and then they'd have to go. Plan set. So, he made the tea – Hatori always made good tea, he couldn't couldn't drink beer, and presented it to them with a huge "BANG" on the table.

"Oh!" Aya stated, "Thank you!"

Shigure nodded in agreement. Unhinged himself from Aya, and grabbed his tea. All was silent for a moment, before Shigure said, "Hey, did you know that Akito's going to sing in a talent contest?"

A silence silenter than silence followed, and Hatori felt faintish. Akito's singing was all that he needed.

"What's he singing about?" Aya asked, and Shigure shrugged.

"Party Cups."

"Go figure."

You have to pity the delivery girl. That poor innocent child... but, moving on.