Disclamer: Que sera sera. I don't own Fruits Basket.

A/N: Thanks for all the amazing reviews I've been getting… and the suggestions.

Que Sera Sera? Not So Much.

Yuki's fingers tightened uncomfortably within Tohru's grasp. She was standing beside him, gazing at the magnificent building beside her: Ayame. He sighed deeply. Could his brother be even more pompous then he already was? Who the hell would want to come into a shop named after the manager?

As they stepped into the shop, looking around at the various colorful fabrics, with designs of various dresses hanging on the walls, Yuki made a face. Who would want to come here at all? But people did come here. Men. To fulfill their… What was it Aya had said again? Romantic fantasies.

Yuki felt vaguely sick.

He didn't have time to suggest leaving to Tohru though, for Aya had just burst in the door, dressed in a secretary's outfit, complete with skanky short skirt, and plunging neckline, not to mention the square-rimmed black glasses that sat on his nose.

Yuki's face was now absolutely green.

"Ah!" cried the man (transvestite?), throwing out his arms in a wide sort of welcome. He swept Yuki into his arms very ecstatically, seeing as he was unable to sweep Tohru into his arms. This both pleased, and.. horrified his younger brother.

"Nii-san…" Hissed Yuki through gritted teeth, "If you don't put me down right now, I swear to god I will. KILL. You." Suddenly, Yuki's feet touched the floor. He glowered darkly up at his cross-dressing brother, hand reaching behind him, trying to seek out Miss Honda's subconsciously. When his fingers connected with hers, he pulled back very quickly, taking a few steps to the left.

His face turned very rapidly red. Unsure of where to place his hands now, he settled with crossing them over his chest, fingers tensing and untensing, wishing that they were still intertwined with Tohru's. Wishing his arms were wrapped around her. Wishing…

Oh god.

He was a pervert. Shigure was right. Thinking those things about innocent Tohru… It just didn't seem right. His face paled back to it's normal color, and he broke away from his trance in frustration to find Aya, Tohru, and Mine staring at him.

"Um… Yuki-kun, are you feeling okay? You look green." the girl's voice was riddled with worry, and she frowned at Yuki, taking a few steps forward to place her hand on his forehead, brown eyes locking contact with his own violet ones.

He tried very hard to suppress the tingling shiver that wanted to escape. It wasn't like she had never touched him before. She grasped him and Kyo's hands all the time. A gentle nudge, a hand on their forehead, their shoulder, it was normal. But each time, it felt special to Yuki. Like she was doing it for him. Like she cared for him, and was concerned for only him. The kind of concern a mother would have. A sister. A girlfriend?

A small smile curled the prince's lips. His hand gently reached up, and grasped her wrist, pulling it away from his forehead. He looked down at it for a moment, the let go, watching her hand fall to her side, before his eyes found her brown ones once more.

"I'm fine, Miss Honda." His smooth, liquid voice answered softly. Tohru still held her look of concern for a few moments, but then smiled at the reassurance that the rat held within his gaze.

"Are you sure?" She asked, voice growing very quiet, eyes widening slightly.

Yuki opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Aya. "Perhaps we should move this romantic gathering into the back room? I wouldn't want you to be… disturbed should any customers appear."

Oh yeah. They were still here. Yuki's face darkened and his voice became cold and distant as he spoke to his older brother. "If Miss Honda wants to." He half- agreed, turning his gaze to the floor, face turning red again. Romantic gathering?

"Sure!" agreed Tohru, who hadn't seemed to notice the implied innuendo.

"Perfect!" Cried the snake, and he grasped Yuki's arm, "Oh, we must dress you for the occasion! Yuki, you can come with me, Mine, take Tohru back and get her dressed!"

Mine's face lit up, and she grasped Tohru's forearm, pulling her away, before she even had a chance to object. Yuki palm gently slapped his forehead. A strong case of déjà vu was overcoming the grey-haired teenager, and he was beginning to feel quite dizzy from it.

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Tohru appeared in front of them fifteen minutes later. Mine had not held back: Tohru was in a light pink dress similar to that of a maid's uniform. The skirt was short. Much too short for Tohru's liking apparently, for she kept tugging at it self-consciously. It's sleeves were puffy, and the sleeves, apron, and skirt were lined with white lace. To complete the outfit, she had a perfect pink bow on her head, titled very slightly to the left.

Aya gave a standing ovation, while Yuki himself stood, trying to breathe. She looked pretty, no, she looked BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely stunning. So much so, that….His hand reached out, gasping a lock of her brown hair gently, stroking it.

Tohru turned a shade of pink that surpassed the light color her outfit was made of. "Do I look silly?" She asked very quietly.

"No…" Mumured Yuki, catching her gaze, "No, Miss Honda, you look absolutely-"

Whatever she absolutely looked like was cut off by the intrusion of a very familiar face, which seemed to have burst through the back door without the consideration to knock. All four faces turned up towards the door. Yuki dropped Tohru's hair and jumped back a few feet, knocking into Aya, for fear that it was Shigure, come to tease Yuki about being a pervert some more.

It was Haru.

The boy stood there for a moment, brown eyes taking each one of their shocked faces in, and then stated very clearly, "Aya, I need a wedding dress for me and Yuki's wedding."

Yuki promptly choked on his own spit.

Somewhere not so far away, Shigure was having the best damn laugh he had had in the last six months.

"Um… Excuse me?" Asked Aya, his regal air failing him for once in his life. Tohru's jaw had dropped, and her face had turned extraordinarily red, while Mine had already begun to take Haru's measurements.

Haru brushed the pigtailed woman off of her impatiently. "Not my measurements. Yuki's. He's the one wearing the dress."

The most disturbing thing about this entire conversation (other then the image of Yuki in a wedding dress, kissing Haru), was the way he had said it all so calmly. Tohru stared blankly at him for a few moments, before she saw Yuki's teeth clench in her peripheral vision. She jumped forward, determined to stop any fight that could commence, and ruin Aya and Mine's beautiful dresses.

She gave her dress another tug as she stepped forward. "Haru!" She cried, walking up to him, a smile forming on her face as she ran her fingers through her long brown hair. "It's nice to see you again. Um… Why are you marrying Yuki?" Her brown eyes nervously flitted anywhere but his, trying to search out a topic that was less awkward to talk about.

"Tohru." Haru inclined his head slightly. He shrugged slightly. "Shigure paid me." Was all he offered for an explanation. "Can I come over for dinner?"

"Bastard." Muttered Yuki and Aya quietly.

Music for This Chapter: Things I'll Never Say: Avril Lavigne