author note- I'm officially in love with Beautiful-Liar360..no just kidding. She has been reviewing so a kudos for you, and a kudos for DiamondApril too! And since I'm so bored I'm going to be posting 3 times today, so we are on chapter 6 so at the end of the day there will be 9 chapters in total!)

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!

YPOV

I couldn't stay at Rin's any longer. Three beers and one headache later, not to mention the shots of vodka I snuck in from the kitchen, and I was done. There's only so much wedding talk I can take before I explode, literally. I felt like my head was going to explode. I don't know how Hatsuharu can deal with my sister. She's hyper by nature, but give her something that she's actually passionate about and she's unstoppable. Mind you, I was not in the best of moods when I arrived, thank you very much book lady, and the last thing I wanted was to take part in a conversation that revolved around the colors of tulle that would adorn the seats. I don't give a fuck.

It had started the minute I stepped through the door. Rin was bustling around the house shouting out orders and Hatsuharu was sitting on the couch writing down everything she said. She finally slowed down long enough to realize that I was there.

"Yuki!" she exclaimed, running up to me and throwing her arms around my neck. Although I guess it would be more like jumping, since she only came up to my shoulders. "I didn't even hear you come in."

My arms hung stiffly at my sides as she untangled herself from me. "I knocked."

"Oh, sorry. I guess we just didn't hear." She squinted up at me. "Are you ok? Are you jet lagged? How was your flight? How did it go? Oh, Yuki, I'm so sorry. When Kisa called and told me what they were going to do…"

Kisa knew, which meant Shigure did too. I didn't even hear the rest of what she said. Everyone knew and no one felt the need to warn me. They all just let me walk in there and be played like a fool. My whole family was conspiring against me. Perfect.

"…it's not like you're the only Shoma to have done something stupid. I mean, look at Shigure." Was she still talking?

Hatsuharu walked up behind Rin and put a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, why don't we let Yuki sit down? Beer?" he asked me.

I just nodded and followed him into the living room. The floor was covered in magazines and pictures. I stepped over them as best as I could and collapsed in the white armchair in front of the fireplace. Hatshuaru came up and handed me a beer before giving me a sympathetic smile and sitting on the couch. I stared into the fire taking a long drink from the bottle.

Rin bounded up to my side, her hand held out in front of my face. I just stared up at her blankly.

She tapped her foot impatiently. What the fuck?

"My book?" We stared at each other for a moment. She leaned closer to me. "Did your eye just twitch?"

I had forgotten about the bag that was clenched in my left hand. I looked down at it, annoyance shooting through me. I thrust it at Rin, wanting to get rid of it quickly.

Squealing, she tore the book out of the bag. Suddenly she stopped and started rapidly flipping through it.

"I don't think this is going to work. I might need to order another one. I knew I should have ordered both. Hat, why didn't I just do it? Darn it, now it's going to take another week." She let out a sigh. "Maybe she can rush it. I wish I would have known. I would have just had you order it while you were there. If I gave you the title would you mind going back in and ordering it for me? I don't think that I have time this week."

I turned to her then. I'm not sure what she saw in my expression, but her eyes got wide and she took a step back.

"Or I can do it." She pivoted on her heels and flitted back towards the kitchen. "And there's something wrong with your eye."

My eyes fell on Hatshuaru, who just shrugged. I clenched my jaw and stared back into the fire. At some point while Rin was in the kitchen, Hatshuaru said he wanted to ask me a question.

"Look Yuki, I know that you don't want to be here, but since you are and you're one of my oldest friends, I would really like it if you would be my best man."

I blinked, taken aback. I looked at Hatshuaru, who was shifting uncomfortably, "Umm, sure, if that's what you want."

"Good," he nodded. "Thank you."

"Sure," I said again, staring back into the fire. I don't really remember the rest of the night.

Rin tried to get me to stay the night. I admit, at first I was going to take her up on it; anything to get out of going back to my parents home. But that idea was squashed the minute she pulled out fabric samples and wanted me to compare the softness of textures.

"I think it's time for me to be going." I jumped up from the sofa and had to quickly grab the arm to keep from falling.

Rin crossed her arms in front of her. "Yuki, this is stupid. Just stay here. We have more than enough room."

I took one look at her standing before me to Hatshuaru sprawled on the floor covered in fabric. I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair and threw it over my shoulder.

"No, thank you."

Hatshuaru sat up then scattering fabric everywhere. "Yuki, Rin is right. I don't think you should drive."

"Listen Hats-," I burst out laughing; I couldn't help it. In his haste to sit up, Hatshuaru had somehow managed to get a clump of yellow feathers stuck in his blonde hair. "Thanks for your concern, Big Bird, but I've got it from here."

Hatshuaru flushed slightly and started frantically brushing his hands through his hair. Rin walked over to him and helped him pluck the mess out. I took their moment of distraction to sneak out. As I stepped out from the shelter of their roof's overhang I was hit by the pelting rain. I jumped back startled.

Damn Yuki, pay attention. How did you not notice the rain?

And of course my jacket didn't have a hood. I cursed softly under my breath and made a break for my car, almost slipping on the slick pavement. I started my car up just as Rin and Hatshuaru made their way to the door. I gave them a little wave before peeling out of their circular drive, causing the car to fishtail slightly. Letting out a laugh, I sped off.

I had no clue where I was going; I just knew it wasn't back to my parents' house. They could kiss my ass. This whole fucking town could. I took a corner a little too close and felt my tire spin out on gravel. I couldn't bring myself to care. I stepped down on the gas and watched the speedometer climb.

"I got hoes, I've got hoes in different area codes (area, area codes, area codes), hoes, hoes, in different area codes"

"Akito," I answered.

"Y!" My cousin's voice came through the phone. I could barely hear him over the music in the background. "Dude, where the fuck are you? I'm at Visions and you need to get your ass down here, now! Man, there are girls everywhere and they're asking for you. What's up, baby? How you doing?"

"Akito."

"Yo, baby, get that ass back over here. I ain't through with you," he continued to talk to the people in the background. I could hear muffled responses and laughter. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Akito!" I shouted.

"Yo, sorry, Y. Man, there are these girls and…Damn! I don't think that's legal!" He let out a laugh. "Yo, baby, come here. Tell little Yuki to get out here!"

"Akito, no-"

I was cut off by a woman's voice. She was obviously drunk because her speech was slurred.

"Hey baby," a woman's voice slurred through the phone. "Where are you? I've been waiting all night for you."

"Samantha," I groaned into the phone. Samantha was someone who I fucked from time to time. Nothing special, but she knew how to get a guy off. Damn it, I could really use her right now.

"Yuki," She moaned. "I miss you. Akito isn't you and I need you. I wanna do that thing we did last time. Do you remember?" she purred.

I did remember. There were handcuffs and leather involved. I could feel myself getting hard at the memory. I wondered what the chances were of finding someone around here who could help me out. Slim, very slim.

Stop it, Yuki. Thinking about it won't help unless you want to have one on one time with your hand later.

"Yuki," she moaned again and images flashed before me.

"Sam, baby, put Akito back on."

"But baby…"

"Now, please." It came out a little more harsh than I had wanted, but I'd be damned if I was going to listen to any more of her moaning.

"Whatever," she huffed. "I'll just go find someone else."

There was a slight commotion as James came back on the line.

"Dude, what the hell? I've never seen Sam so pissed. What did you say to her? You are so not getting any pussy from her tonight. Hmm…wonder if she'll finally give me a chance."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "In your dreams."

"Whatever, dude. Eventually they all come to me. Something about how your tiny little dick just can't satisfy their womanly needs."

"Bitch, please. If mine's tiny, yours is microscopic. Remember the Petrelli twins?"

Akito chuckled, "How could I forget? That was like a tag team relay race or some shit. I hope they come back through here soon. Anyways, where the hell you at?"

I sighed, "Forks."

"Forks? What the hell is that? A new club? That's kind of a lame name. They have a sister club named Spoons?"

I rolled my eyes. Akito was cracking himself up.

"Forks, Washington."

"Washington? Oh shit, that's right. Daddy H laid the smack down," he shouted. "Hold on, dude. I can't hear you. Let me go outside." I heard him make his way through the crowd, random people calling out to him. I rubbed my hand over my eyes. God, I missed it and it had only been a day. The steering wheel started jerking in my hand as the crunch of gravel sounded from under my car. My eyes flashed open and I realized my car had veered to the right and was now driving on the shoulder.

Shit! I jerked the car back on the road, narrowly missing a tree. Nice. All I needed now was to wreck my car.

"Ok, talk at me. What the hell is going on? Why the fuck are you back in that podunk town? What was so important?"

"That shit at Sound-bar reached Hatori and he decided the play Daddy. Fucking had me sent back here indefinitely."

"No shit?"

"No shit. Tell me your parents said something to you?"

"Yeah man, of course, but you know, it was the same old shit. 'Why do you do this? What do you want out of life? This better be the last time we see this kind of behavior'…blah blah blah. Oh, and they took my club privileges for a month. Same ole, same ole."

"Do you still have access to your trust fund? Your money?" My voice was rising slightly as I sped around a corner.

"Shit yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"What the fuck?" I yelled. "You get the club taken away and I get my money taken away. How the fuck is that fair?"

"Wait, wait, wait, back up a sec. What do you mean you got your money taken away?"

"Apparently Hatori talked to Anthony and they both decided it was in my best interest to freeze all my accounts."

"No shit?" he said again before bursting into hysterics.

"I'm failing to see the humor in this, Akito," I replied through gritted teeth.

"Dude," he said gasping for air, "who knew old gramps had it in him?"

I couldn't believe he found this funny, but then again, he still had his millions. "I need you to send me some money. I have to get the fuck out of here."

"Yeah, about that…" he trailed off still trying to catch his breath.

"I'll pay you back. You know I'm good for it." It was always about money with Akito.

"That's the thing, are you?" And with that he started laughing again.

I was about to start yelling when my car was suddenly lit up with blue and red lights. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw a police cruiser following me.

"Fucking great," I muttered as I slowed my car to a stop not even bothering to pull to the side. Akito was still laughing in my ear. I could see the officer coming up to the side of the car. Without saying goodbye, I hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger seat. I heard a tap on my window.

I lowered the widow slightly. I was not about to get water in my car. "Yes?" I asked in a bored tone, looking up into the darkness.

"Could you roll down the window a little more, son?" a gruff voice answered, flashing a light in my eyes.

I blinked at the intruding light, "No, I cannot, sir. And I am not your son and I would appreciate if you pointed that fucking light somewhere else."

I saw him shift slightly. Stupid small town cops, they probably wouldn't know what to do if an actual crime was committed.

He had the nerve to tap my window with the flashlight. "Lower, now, son," he said, emphasizing the word son.

I bit the inside of my cheek and lowered the window down far enough that I could see his face hidden under his oversized mount me hat. I guess one good thing about a hat that big was that it was keeping the rain from coming in.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Because you're bored?"

His moustache twitched. "License and registration."

I rolled my eyes as I fished the registration out of the glove box and handed it over along with my license.

I didn't say anything as he looked over everything. "Shoma?" he asked. "Hatori's boy?"

I gave a slight nod. "Yuki." Congratulations, Barney Fife can read.

"Well, I remember your brother. was his name? He used to give us quite the run, but you, you were always the quiet one, never in trouble."

I turned my head towards him, "Thanks for the history lesson, Barney, but can we get this moving?"

His mouth set in a hard line. "You were going eighty in a forty zone. Not to mention that you were straddling the center line." Eighty? I could have sworn it was faster. "And talking on the cell phone, well, that's against the law as well."

"So then just write me up that ticket so we can both be on our way, Chief—," I leaned out my window to look at his badge, "Honda."

He bent down so that his face was parallel with mine and flashed that damned light back in my eyes. I squinted and jerked back.

"Son, have you been drinking?" I let out a laugh. A gust of cold air whipped through the car as my door was opened. "Please, step out of the vehicle."

"No, thanks. I'm quite comfy here," I reached out to grab the door handle and pull it closed. Barney Fife was quick and put his body between me and the door.

"I'm not asking."

With a huff, I turned off the car and stepped out. Barney reached around me and grabbed the keys.

"What the fuck? Those are mine!" I shouted, lunging for his outstretched hand. My foot somehow twisted and I came crashing to the asphalt, rain pounding on my back. "Fuck!" I yelled, pounding my fist into the ground.

"When you're done with your tantrum you can meet me at my cruiser. You're coming with me." I saw his boots pass by me as he made his way back to the car. A sharp Beep Beep let me know that he still had my keys and had locked my car. I stared at the ground, willing this entire day to be over. I had no keys, my phone was in the locked car, and I was soaking wet, my hand was throbbing where it had connected with the pavement and I was broke, flat broke.

I pushed myself up with a grunt and slowly began walking towards the cruiser. Officer Honda watched me through the windshield until I was at the hood. He stepped out and opened the back door for me. I climbed in without speaking. I had never felt so defeated.

~oOo~

"Shoma," a voice broke through the silence. I blinked, staring up at the white ceiling. I'd lost track of how long I've been in this cell. "Yuki Shoma. Let's go."

"Go where?" I asked, not really caring. There was nowhere to go. No one was coming for me.

"Home."

I turned my head to the side to see my father standing at my cell with the door open. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and sat up.

"Thank you, Ayame. I think I've got in from here," my father said. Chief Honda nodded once and walked out. Hatori looked at me, but his eyes held nothing, they were empty. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Let's go," he turned and walked out.

Begrudgingly, I stood up and followed, I had no choice and I'd be damned if I was going to stay in another cell for a night. However, when I saw my father's face in the reception area, I considered locking myself back up. What's one warden to the other? No, I could handle this. I straightened up and walked towards him.

Chief Honda came up to us and handed me my keys. "You can pick it up from impound tomorrow."

"Thank you again, Ayame. For everything," my father repeated. I said nothing as I stared at the keys in my hand. "Yuki," my father walked out the front door.

I looked at Chief Honda. "Don't I have to sign something?" I asked, confused. I'd been here before; there were normally papers to be signed. Come to think of it, there normally was also fingerprinting and photos, none of which happened.

"Consider this a warning, son. You're lucky that I respect the man your father is. Maybe you should, too." I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the praise of my keeper. "Now go, before I change my mind."

I walked out to the parking lot and spotted my father already in his car. I tightened my fist around my keys as I climbed in the passenger seat.

"You couldn't even wait a day." He didn't even look at me as he pulled out onto the road and began the trip home. I didn't reply, choosing instead to stare out the window at the pelting rain.

We spent the rest of the trip in silence. I actually felt relief when I saw the house looming in the distance. My father pulled into the garage and shut off the car. He sat there for a moment, one hand on the keys the other on the steering wheel.

"Your shift at the hospital starts at 6am tomorrow. You'll come in with me and I'll get you set up." He grabbed his keys and left me sitting in the car.

~oOo~

The next five days went by in a blur. I practically lived at the hospital, only having gone back to my parent's house once, and by the time Sunday came around I was running on about three hours of sleep. Between answering to my father and Dr. Laurent, who was head of the ER, I was exhausted and in desperate need of a shower because the hospital showers just don't cut it. This was Forks for God sakes, you wouldn't think there would be this many injuries. They had me running around checking everything from running noses to broken arms. I couldn't even see straight. Currently, I was hiding out in an empty room trying to get a few minutes of sleep, my pager turned off. After what seemed like only five minutes, the door burst open, the harsh fluorescent light filtering in the dark room.

"Dr. Shoma, you're father is looking for you," the voice of Jessica Stanley came through.

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I blinked and noticed that Jessica was in front of me. She leaned in close, putting her hands on my knees and slowly began sliding them upward. I smirked at her. Jessica was the front desk receptionist and had made her interest in me known since my first day. Each day she was getting more and more bold with her actions, touching and rubbing up against me any chance she had. I'm surprised I had denied her for so long. I hadn't had any kind of release in the past week and I was so fucking horny that it was pathetic. From her perfectly manicured nails to her perfectly applied makeup and the fake attitude, Jessica reminded me of all the girls back in Chicago. She would do. Her thumb grazed along my tip and my cock twitched in response. She leaned forward and crushed her lips to mine, while at the same time her hand started rubbing me through my scrubs. I groaned into her mouth as she undid the tie at my waist. She pushed me back onto the bed, trailing kisses down my neck. Her hands gripped the waistband of my pants and pulled them down in one motion, taking my boxers along with them.

"I knew we'd somehow end up like this," she whispered, moving down my body.

"No talking." I sucked in a deep breath as I felt her mouth cover me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. She soon had a rhythm going and I felt myself getting closer to release.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Yuki, are you in there?" my father's voice sounded from the door.

Shit.

"Shit." I sat up pulling Jessica from me. I couldn't even get a fucking blow job. The doorknob started to turn as I quickly pulled up my pants. I groaned in frustration as I slipped my boxers over my raging hard on. This was going to be painful later. I had just finished tying my pants when my father walked in, switching on the light. I shifted Jessica so that she stood in front of me while I tried to calm down. She winked at me before plastering on that fake smile of hers.

My father looked from her to me before taking a deep breath, "Miss. Stanley, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Of course, Dr. Shoma. I was just telling Dr. Shoma here that you were looking for him, but now that you're here…" She cast me one more wink before walking out. I shifted again trying to find a comfortable position.

Once she was gone my father faced me. Looking me up and down he asked, "Why was your pager off?"

"I was taking a nap. I've been on for 48 hours," I snapped.

"You need to let somebody besides the receptionist know where you are, especially if you're going to turn off your pager."

"Fine," I replied, not in the mood to get into it with him.

"Anyway, Rin called and she was asked if I could pick up a few things from the store before heading to her dinner tonight. However, I still need to finish some paperwork so I need you to do it."

"Well, you're forgetting one thing, Father. I have no money. How am I supposed to buy anything?" I asked sweetly.

He stepped forward and handed me a folded piece of paper. "Just don't be late," and he walked out.

I opened up the paper and found $40 and a list. I sighed. I'd forgotten all about Rin's dinner. All I wanted to do was sleep.

This was going to be a long night.

~oOo~

I walked into the Thriftway and pulled out my list.

French bread, balsamic vinegar, EVOO (what the fuck was that?), crushed garlic, parsley, bell peppers and zucchini.

I grabbed a hand basket and began making my rounds. Since I had no idea where anything was, I had to go up and down each aisle, taking more time than I had anticipated. I looked at my watch. 6:17pm. Shit. Dinner was supposed to be at 7. Rin was getting everyone who was in the wedding together for a formal meeting.

I was finally down to my last item, EVOO, and I still had no clue what the hell it was. I tried calling Rin but all I got was the machine, same with my mother and Shigura. I was now wandering down random aisles trying to figure out what the hell EVOO stood for. I was tired, annoyed and still a bit peeved about the interruption earlier. Where the hell were the employees?

"This shit is ridiculous. Does anyone fucking work in this town?" I mumbled to myself. I looked down one of the aisles and my eyes fell upon the back of a woman. From the back, she was perfection. She wore a black dress that hung to just above the knees but hugged her curves like a glove. A pair of black heels accentuated her legs, making them look endless, and I imagined what they would look like wrapped around me. Her brown hair was in a twist at the back of her neck and as I walked closer I could see lose tendrils at the sides.

"Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering if I could bother you for some help?" I asked in a smooth voice.

"Oh, I don't think there's enough help in this world for you," she said turning around, a slight smile playing on her full lips.

My eyes widened in shock. Standing before me was the fucking lady from the bookstore. My eyes moved from her face down to her chest, where the dress was cut low enough for me to see the tops of her breasts, down to her legs and back up again, before meeting her eyes which were alight with amusement.

I felt my cock getting harder as my annoyance flared back up. "You," was all I could manage as I tried to fight the reaction my body was having to her.

She smiled, "Me. Now did you need something or is this just a social visit?"

I closed my fist around the list, "I don't need anything from you." I had started to turn when she grabbed the paper out of my hand. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled.

Her eyes darted across the paper and then to the contents of my basket. "You're a man in a grocery store with a look of terror on your face. I think you do need help."

"I'm fine, thank you," I said through gritted teeth.

I snatched the paper back, my fingers accidentally grabbing hers. A fire shot through me like a jolt of electricity the moment our skin touch. She drew her hand back so quickly that I briefly wondered if she'd felt the same thing. We stared at each other for what felt like forever before she looked away. I swallowed loudly, running my fingers through my hair.

Get it together, Yuki, you really need to get laid.

Without another word, I turned and made my way back down the aisle.

"EVOO," she called after me.

I stopped. "What?" I looked back at her. She was glancing at the contents on the shelf in front of her.

"EVOO. It's the only thing that's on your list that's not in the basket." She picked up a can of something and dropped it in her basket. She started walking down the opposite end of the aisle coming to a stop before turning the corner. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder, "Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Aisle 5." And with that she was gone.

I stood staring after her. What the hell just happened? My phone rang from my pocket.

"Rin, I'm on my way," I answered, running towards aisle 5.