Nothing Personal

(author note-I know at the end of the series Toharu ends up with Kyo, but personally I think Toharu should end up with Yuki. So, with that said, the couples are going to be a little different. Also, I would like to thank mynameisinu for adding my story to her alerts, so it can't be that bad, right?)

Disclaimer: I do not own fruits basket nor do I own any of the characters. The series and all the characters belong to Natsuki Takaya. The story plot is my.

Summary: Toharu has her own little bookstore. When Yuki, the famous playboy, loses everything after one little fight, so he needs a job. What happens when Toharu hires Yuki and her world is turn upside down. AH, OOC, and lots of LEMONS!

Chapter 2

As I made my way into the terminal I said a silent thank you that my parents weren't picking me up. I wasn't in the mood to face them yet. However, I had second thoughts when I heard the next voice.

"Yo, Paris! Your chauffeur awaits!"

I turned to my left and saw my older brother Shigure standing in line next to the other professional drivers holding what looked like a paper bag turned makeshift sign. As I walked closer I could make out the writing on the bag. RESERVED: PARIS HILTON

"Nice, Shigure. Is that a Dunkin Donuts bag?"

"What? Just wanted to make you feel welcome. I saw these guys standing here and I thought since you were like a mini celebrity you should be welcomed like one. And it was all I had on short notice." Shigure grinned as he pulled me into a giant bear hug. "Welcome home, little bro. We've missed you around here. And, hey, what happened to your hair?"

I rolled my eyes, "Let's go." I started walking away.

Emmett chased after me, "No, really, does it always just stand up like that? Or do you do it intentionally? I gotta know these things."

I walked faster.

We walked to the baggage claim; Shigure discarded the "sign" in one of the nearby garbage cans that we passed. After grabbing what bags I had, which wasn't much since the rest of my stuff was being shipped here, I followed Shigure out of the airport to his Escalade.

"I figured that you could come to my place for awhile, have lunch with me and Kisa before I take you to the 'rents," Shigure said while pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, that would be good." I wasn't in the mood for the many questions that I knew Shigure had, so I racked my brain for a topic to keep him busy. Aha!

"How are the twins?"

At the word twins Shigure immediately launched into a story about how Bree tried to make cereal with the dog food and then proceeded to feed it to her brother. I slipped on my sunglasses and leaned against the headrest. Shigure was the last person I thought would be married with children. In high school, he had a different girlfriend each week, something about "experiencing the flavors". Hell, he was the one who told me not to settle for one girl. His dream was to play in the NFL and score with all the cheerleaders. He got pretty close to achieving that goal when an injury in college sidelined him. Since he loved to write, and personally his English/Reading grades were the only one that he made a A in. He met Kisa in one of his writing classes and a few insults later, they were madly in love. Their wedding was the talk of the town, a Sohma and a Mike, match made in society heaven, much to the delight of our mother. First born son, first one married. A year and a half later they welcomed twins, Bree and David. The kids already had trust funds secured. They all now lived in their pretty little house, with their pretty little picket fence and their pretty little perfect lives. Sounds sickening, right?

"Yuki, man…are you even listening to me?" Not really.

"Huh? Sorry. I guess I'm a little tired from the trip."

Shigure sighed and pulled into his driveway. I realized that this was the first time that I had been to his house, well, this house. As a wedding present our parents had a home custom built in the Queen Anne section of Seattle for them. I had to hand it to my family, it was nice. It was a Mediterranean style build and I knew from prior conversations with my brother that besides the five bedrooms it housed, there was also a workout room for him and his clients, an office, a library, and of course an inside pool. We Shomas weren't anything if not ostentatious.

"Well, it's about time. The kids were getting antsy." I looked up to see Kisa standing in the doorway wearing what looked like workout clothes. She reached up to pull her long blonde hair out of a ponytail. "Yuki." She nodded curtly in my direction.

I stepped up, taking off my sunglasses and placing a kiss on Kisa's cheek, "Kisa, good to see you."

"Mm-hmm," she muttered before turning and walking back into the house. Shigure raised his eyebrows at me before following Kisa. I reluctantly followed, closing the door behind me.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" a little girl came flying around the corner and launched herself right into Shigure's waiting arms.

"How's my little angel?" Shigure asked, twirling Bree around the hallway. Her shrieks filled the house, reverberating off the walls. I grimaced. Shigure turned, facing me. "Hey B, look, it's your Uncle Yuke."

"Yuki," I replied. Shigure's eyes silently pleaded with me. "You know I don't like being called Yuke."

"Yuki, she's three."

I shrugged, "I know, teach them while they're young."

Bree scrambled out of Shigure's arms and timidly walked up to me. She stopped a few feet away and looked up, tilting her head to one side. Wisps of blonde curls fell into her eyes and she puckered her mouth as if deep in thought.

"I don't know you," she stated, placing her hands on her hips. Wow, a mini-Kisa. Great.

Kisa came walking around the corner carrying a sleepy David. "That's cause you've seen him once in your life and you were asleep," she responded with a hard smile.

Bree looked from her mother back to me, "Uncle?"

I nodded.

"Where's present?"

I cocked an eyebrow.

Shigure shrugged, "Uncle Haru always brings them a present when he and Rin stop by."

I knelt down till I was eye level with the child, "Well, I'm not Uncle Haru. And technically, Hatsuharu isn't your Uncle yet."

I watched as her eyebrows furrowed together and she tried to understand what I just said.

Kisa stepped forward., "Nice, Yuki." She held her hand out to B, "Come on guys, lunch is ready."

I stood up, pinching the bridge of my nose with my forefingers, and with a deep breath I rounded the corner to the dining room. Taking the seat farthest from Kisa put me between David and Bree. I didn't know if this was a better choice or not and made to change locations, but one glance at Kisa told me to keep my mouth shut. I've never been a kid person. I've never wanted kids. I pretty much don't even think about them. And it's not my fault that I haven't seen them in two years. It's not like we live next door to each other, we live across the country from each other. And planes fly both ways, too.

"So what brings you home, Yuki?" Kisa asked while dishing out salad.

"Kisa," Shigure warned, sounding tired. It was always the same between me and Kisa, she hated me and I tolerated her.

Kisa smiled sweetly at her husband, "What? It's not every day the infamous son returns to his humble hometown. David, please eat the carrots."

I glanced to my right to see my nephew dipping his carrots into his juice, splashing it all over his plate. The liquid was slowly seeping towards me so I shifted slightly to my left, inching closer to Bree who was still just staring at me. Could this day get any longer, oh wait, I still have to face my parents.

I looked up at Kisa and said as politely as I could, "Your guess is as good as mine. Father asked me to come home, so here I am." I took a bite of my chicken. Well, at least she's a good cook.

Kisa snorted, "I'm sure you have no idea."

Shigure cleared his throat loudly, "It's still good to have you back. We should hit the links while you're here. I'll call up Hatsuharu and set a date."

It was nice of my brother to try to change the subject. Shigure doesn't do uncomfortable situations well, which is why I sometimes wonder why he married Kisa since she just has this knack to make everyone uncomfortable. She must have been a pleasant child.

"Sounds good. It's been awhile since I've played a good game. Only Shigure, when you lose, could you try not to throw your driver into the lake this time?"

Shigure threw a roll at me, "How many times do I have to tell ya? It slipped!"

"Mommy, Daddy throwed his food!" Brianna shouted.

Kisa shot Shigure a glare, "Yes, sweetie and Daddy should know better." She turned towards him, "And he will NOT be doing that again, will he?"

"Yes, dear," he replied looking down at his plate.

The rest of lunch passed by uneventfully. Kisa didn't open her mouth unless to talk to the children. Bree finally stopped staring at me and David amazingly didn't get any of his food on me, however most ended up on him. Shigure kept the conversation light, planning multiple things for us to do and giving me updates on some of his clients. Being employed by the Basket Publishing does have its perks. After lunch Kisa went to clean up David with Bree trailing behind them.

"You ready?" Shigure asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

With the table cleared we walked into the living room just as Kisa was coming back down. Shigure kissed his wife goodbye saying he'll be back in a few hours. I just gave her a nod. As I was walking out the door I felt a slight tug on my shirt. Turning around I found Bree with a curious look on her face.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You coming back?" she asked me.

"Not tonight," I replied.

"When?"

Damn this kid was persistent. "I'm not sure. Next week maybe?"

She seemed to think this over. She scrunched up her nose and stared up at me. "Next time, bring me present, kay?" And with that she turned and skipped out of the room. Yes, definitely her mother.

Shigure clapped me on that back and walked out to his Escaladed. I shut the door behind me and climbed into the passenger seat. The car ride to the Bridge Ferry was spent talking about sports. Shigure was still following golf and baseball and he wanted to know my thoughts on the recent trades. I told him that since living in New York I had taken a liking to ice hockey and haven't really paid much attention to anything else. We bantered back and forth over which sport reigned supreme. Baseball came out on top since it was the only one that we could agree upon. Once we loaded the car onto the ferry, we both walked up to the top.

I leaned against the rail and closed my eyes, letting the cool air rush against my face. "How mad is he?"

Shigure shook his head, "I don't know, man. Pretty mad. He wanted to come pick you up himself, but I eventually talked him out of that. Spouting something about living next to the airport and brotherly bonding."

I opened my eyes, turning to face him. "And I am thankful for that. I don't think I could have handled him being the first face I saw. God, how could he force me to come back here?" I gripped the rail tighter.

"What happened to you over there, man?" Shigureasked.

"What do you mean?"

Shiugre turned around, leaning his back against the rail and crossed his arms in front of him, "You've changed." I rolled my eyes. I've heard this before.

"Great. It's not enough that our father blames me for everything, now I've got you riding me, too."

"No, listen to me. You're my brother and I've got your back and all, but this thing between you and Dad, is just that, between you and Dad. I'm not going to get dragged into it. However, I will come to identify the body if one of you offs the other one." He added lightheartedly, placing a hand on my shoulder. Leave it to Shigure to make light of any situation.

A few minutes later we made our way back to the car and drove onto Bainbridge Island. Not much was said along the way. It seemed all too soon that we passed the sign that was the final nail in my coffin:

The City Of Forks Welcomes You.

Would it be immature to flip off the sign? Yes. But I did it anyway. Forks, Washington: Population: 3,221…now 22.