A/N: HEY. I DON'T OWN FRUITS BASKET.

Insert Perfect Date Here

Yuki was washing the dishes.

In a normal household, this probably would have been a strange feat. It would have been a perfectly normal action that everyone took turns performing. But this was not a normal household, by any standards. This was the household of the Sohmas, and in this household, Yuki Sohma did not do the dishes.

Unless completely and utterly necessary, as it was now. Tohru and Kyo had long since left on their date, and to keep himself from absolutely strangling Shigure with aggravation and anticipation, he had taken up performing Tohru's usual household chores instead of running after them, like he felt he should.

Shigure was trotting around the house, singing vivacious songs at the top of his lungs as he searched out various writing utensils and food ("Who put the cheese under the couch?!")… Most of these songs ending in Kyo and Tohru confessing their love for one another, making out, and… other things that Yuki really, really didn't want to visualize.

As the dog's voice grew louder, Yuki squeezed his eyes shut, his grip tightening on the glass in his hands. When Shigure entered the room, he squeezed it so hard that it broke, shattering all over the kitchen, and into the soapy water. Yuki's eyes popped open, and he grimaced down at his bleeding hand.

"Ooh, Yuki's annngrryyyy!" Trilled Shigure, swinging open the fridge. "He doesn't want to think about Kyo touching Tohru's-" His voice trailed away as he turned to see Yuki, eyes gleaming with anger staring down at him.

"Leave. Now."

Shigure seemed to shrink down, and then slunk away, cowering. "Yuki's scary!" He mumbled to himself. When he reached his office, he sank down into his chair. Phase one complete. Now as long as Tohru and Kyo's date went well…

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Okay, so it wasn't the ideal date, but Kyo would take what he could get. A small smile formed on the teenager's face as he watched Tohru, humming quietly to herself, inspect and gather up the fish that Shigure had requested for dinner. He loved watching every part of her –her long, wavy brown hair, with ribbons always tied in it, her sparkling brown eyes, so full of life, and her energetic smile, that brought the cheer to the room. And her smooth, cool hands in his.

A small tingle went up his spine. He ignored it. The smile played on his lips for a moment more, then turned to a grimace as she yanked him forward. Okay, she didn't really yank him; it was more of a gentle tug… But Kyo really wasn't one to be led around anywhere. He wanted to do the leading. He made a face as Tohru dragged him around the store.

But he wasn't complaining. He didn't want to ruin their date.

Tohru turned to face him, brown eyes peering into his. "What kind of milk would you like Kyo-kun?" She asked politely, giving him a very curious stare.

Kyo took this time to realize that she had dragged him to the dairy isle. Frustration welled up in him. She was still catering to his needs, even on their damn date! His right hand balled up into a fist, but then he relaxed slowly. The last thing he needed was to screw this up, and have Shigure laugh at him forever.

"Kyo-kun?"

Oh. Right. She had asked him a question. "There are different kinds?" Asked Kyo stupidly. His amber eyes looked around, and he realized that there was indeed different kinds of milk. Many of them. Skim, and fat free, and whole, and 2%.. He stared at it in wonder. What did it all mean?

Tohru giggled at his question, her smile never leaving her lips. Giving Kyo that tingling sensation in his stomach again. "Oh, never mind. I'll get what I usually get. 2% is fine, right?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Sure."

Then he was being dragged around the store again, this time to the checkout line. While she talked to him in line animatedly about the different kinds of milk, he examined their hands, which were clasped in each other's. Hers was so small and cool, while he was so… Big, and warm. Hers was tiny, and smooth, and felt fragile in his grasp, while his was a strong mass of bone and skin. They just didn't seem…right somehow. They were so different.

"Kyo-kun?"

His gaze shot to hers. "Yes?"

"We can leave now."

"Oh."

They left, Kyo looking down at his feet, each of them walking in a sudden silence.

Kyo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stopped, right smack in the middle of the sidewalk, in the middle of town. Apparently, he thought that now was as good a place as any.

"Tohru…" He began, and paused.

"Yes?" She asked, stopping herself, just before her hand slipped from his, and stared at him very intently.

Bile rose up in his throat. "Tohru, I…"

"TOHRU!" A majestic, silk smooth, always optimistic voice cut Kyo off, and suddenly their hands were ripped from each other's by the infiltration of a body dressed in… well, a dress.

"Aya-kun!" Cried Tohru, smiling delightedly at this new, and unexpected arrival, while Kyo cursed angrily under his breath. "What are you doing here?"

"He works here." Grumbled Kyo, gesturing. Kyo's chosen confession place was one rather inconvenient: right in front of Aya's shop. The drastic irony of the situation stung very badly.

Aya smiled at Kyo, though in a rather cold, dry manner. "That's true, that's true!" He chortled. "And what, may I ask, princess, are you doing here?" His voice sunk an octave lower as he spoke, and he sank into something of a bow, his lips brushing her hand.

If Kyo had been a cat at that moment, his hackles would've raised.

But the girl, of course, took no notice of any of this. She smiled brightly. "Kyo-kun and I were on a date!" She chirped.

Aya's entire body stiffened, and he looked up at her dark brown eyes, slowly raising himself to his feet. Everything about him seemed to have darkened, so much so, that even Tohru, oblivious as she was, took notice.

"Are you… Okay Ayame-kun?" Her voice had taken a nervous, timid tone.

"Yes!" Cried the snake, tossing his long, silver hair over his shoulder. "I was just thinking… Why don't you and Yuki come by and visit my shop tomorrow? Just the two of you." He added, stressing the last sentence.

"Okay!"

Kyo growled in the back of his throat, reaching out, and grabbing Tohru's hand rather roughly, beginning to drag her away. "We gotta go." He mumbled through his teeth.

"Oh! You're right! Yuki-kun and Shigure-san will be worried. Goodbye Ayame-san!" She waved cheerfully to the over dressed man, who waved back just as enthusiastically.

"See you tomorrow!" He cried back, making Kyo walk faster.

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When they arrived back at the house, it was to see Shigure pinned against the wall, Yuki grabbing at his throat. Shigure's bottom lip was quivering, giving him the look of (if you'll pardon the pun) a lost puppy.

"Yuki!" Cried Tohru, dropping her bags on the table, then pausing. "Oh… Um…Should I…?" She asked, edging towards the door.

"No, Miss Honda, don't worry." the teenager let go of Shigure, letting him slide to the floor, mumbling obscene things about Yuki's gender. "What is it?"

"Aya wants us to visit his shop tomorrow!" She stated brightly. As an afterthought she added, "Alone."

"Bastard." Muttered Kyo and Shigure in unison.

A/N: There you are! CHAPTER THREE! Okay, so I have a question: I know that Tohru calls Yuki and Kyo Yuki-kun and Kyo-kun, but what are the other prefix-type things that she uses? I forgot… and I'm too lazy to go look for them myself. Hahaha. Will someone tell me? Oh, don't get all up-in-arms about the KyoTohru here. That doesn't mean anything yet. There will be plenty of YukiTohru too. Basically, I'm going to leave you all in agony until the end… REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!