I do not own Fruit's Basket.
Author's note:
Just a thought, in case you guys were going "poor Ryouko! She's wearing a white uniform!"
Well no need to panic! Ryouko still wears the uniform from her old school and it is blue! But it is still a wet shirt none the less.
I hope she stays away from Shigure. Oh the horror! But that would be fun to write…
Back to the story!
Chapter 15 (halfway to 30…?)
Sopping wet and laughing hysterically, Ryouko and Kyo approached the house.
Unluckily for Ryouko her shirt was wet, causing it to plaster to her curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Seeing Shigure's eyes light up upon seeing Ryouko, in all her sopping wet glory, she instantly crosser her arms over her chest, covering herself. Shigure looked downcast when she did that, earning him a slap from Kyo as they passed him to get inside.
Haru happened to be staying the night and was there as she entered, but she had dropped her arms once passing Shigure; another mistake.
Haru looked her up and down, eyes lingering on her chest. She didn't bother to cover herself. She just kicked him in the crotch, hard. She strutted by as Haru cringed and dropped to his knees. Black Ryouko was still alive.
Passing by Yuki in the kitchen he said, "You should put something dry on." He said, trying not to stare, he did not want Haru's fate.
"Good idea." Ryouko said loudly, with that, she marched up the steps to the room that she and Tohru shared.
"Tohru," Ryouko called.
"Yes?"
"Do you have any clothes I can borrow; all of mine just came out of the washing machine and are still wet. And I don't want those perverts looking at me like that. Especially while I'm in a wet shirt."
"I would," Tohru came into the room. "But all of mine would never fit you. "
Ryouko noticed the significant height difference and her shoulders sagged.
"But," Ryouko's face brightened. "You and Kyo are about the same height, I think some of his clothes should fit you."
Going through his draws, they found some that did, a bit too well. Going downstairs, the guys gaped at how well they fit her. Kyo's tight black t-shirt defined her curves and showed off her belly button, along with a view of muscular abs. Kyo's baggy tan pant rested on her hips, outlining them enough for the guys to ogle a bit. The pants rested on her feet and dragged just the right amount. Ryouko was meant to wear this outfit. It fit her perfectly and showed off her muscular arms and abs. Also, if you ignored her bandages, she looked, well, pretty.
The men stared.
And stared.
And stared.
"What?!" Ryouko burst out. "A girl can't be thin and muscular?"
"I-I think you look, beautiful." Kyo stared, finding it hard to believe that it was his clothes on her. They looked totally different on her body.
Now it was Ryouko's turn to stare. "Y-y-you think I look, beautiful?"
Cue everyone else evacuating the room, waiting to see what happens when the obvious, and the hard, collide.
Kyo took a step closer. "Y-yeah."
Ryouko descended the stairs. "No one's ever said that I was beautiful, not even my parents."
"I think they should have, you are really beautiful." They were inches apart now.
Actually, I bet Kyo's really thinking, Damn! She's hot! Back to the show folks.
"T-thank you." Ryouko said, she was blushing now, her head down.
"No," Kyo said, tilting her head back up. "Thank me later."
Kyo's lips pressed softly onto Ryouko's, and she returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Kyo. Kyo gripped her waist, never wanting to let go, her lips warm, and comforting.
Cue the mental sledge hammer to the mental walls.
Author's note:
You can ask Tohru later, but she will admit. "Yes, it was a set up, I purposely picked out that outfit for her, knowing how Kyo would most likely react."