Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 414

Pairings (throughout the story): HatorixTohru, with mentions of KyoxKagura and YukixMachi

A/N: One of the few where they're not together. FEW. I have a couple more, but the rest should be fluff.

Also, I guess this could be drama? I don't know LOL

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

D is for "Devilish"

She didn't mean to bump into him. She knew the curse was still there, but she wanted to touch him just once. Once! She didn't think it was selfish.

More like devilish.

But afterwards, she felt so bad for Hatori.

There he was, in a pile of his own clothing in his true form, a seahorse. He hated his form, but she thought it was too adorable. She, though, had to rush him to her bathtub (Shigure mused to himself; he'd have to bug Hatori later) and put him in some water. It was warm enough to his liking.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Hatori. I didn't mean to turn you into your seahorse again!" Her back was turned to him, resting against the side of the tub. "I am really clumsy," she frowned. He cursed himself for being in his form, for he had too many words for her!

Instead, he awkwardly transformed back into his body once more, and she rushed out the door. "A-A-A-Ah! I'm sorry! I'll get your clothes!" He took the little plug out from the drain and heard the door open and shut, quickly. His clothes were piled against the wall next to the door, and he heard someone outside. "I-I'll be here, if you need to say something! I'm sorry again!"

He rose from the water. It was awkward. He didn't have a towel. Shigure does that on purpose, he thought. Walking across the tiled floor, he bent down to pick up his shirt. "Tohru, it's quite alright. There's nothing to apologize for."

She frowned. "Y-Yes, well, I still feel awful that you transformed. I know how much you hate it."

He buttoned the shirt. She continued. "I promise to change!" He bent down to grab his pants and underwear (he hoped she didn't see them). She bowed her head and picked at her fingernails. "I'll…I'll try not to be too clumsy when you're here," she said to him.

He opened the door. She turned her head to see him standing right next to her. When he turned to face her, she felt him place a hand on her head.

She closed her eyes and heard him talk. "Be clumsy, it's…" she felt his hand grab a strand of her hair, moving down toward her shoulder. She looked up at him, staring. He looked at her. "It's something that makes you, well…you," he patted her on the shoulder, and began to walk away. She just stood there, smiling.

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