I finally got to this part! YAY! I really wanted to write this scene, if only to include the new character. I'm still waiting for anyone who wants to tell how they imagine Vierra. I know I'm not all that popular or anything, but I want to know how my readers see things.

Yuki: Why did you want to write this so bad?

SnowyNeko: Because the new zodiac member I'm including is extremely eccentric! It makes it fun to write.

Yuki: Then what about Momiji?

SnowyNeko: Yes! I plan on adding more of him and Hatsuharu in later.

Momiji: Yup! 'Cause I'm a fun character!

SnowyNeko: GAH! SO CUTE! *Hugs Momiji*

Momiji: *turns into rabbit*

SnowyNeko: AND SO FLUFFY!

Yuki: Since it seems she's busy at the moment, I'll say that miss author does not own and of Fruba or its cast.

SnowyNeko: Please don't remind me...

"Where are we?" I ask, dumbfounded, staring at the shop before us. Is this…cosplay? In an anime?

Yuki holds the door open for me, fingers massaging his forehead. "Please don't question it."

I comply, although stupefied as to why he'd bring me to a place like this. The interior is even worst than the exterior. My eyes widen when they land on skimpy nurse costumes and sexy cat outfits. On the opposing hand, there are also cutesy clothes with ribbons and frills galore. What kind of personality could possibly run a store like this?

"Yuki! I'm so honored you'd come to visit little old me!"

Can I take back that question?

An older boy (or perhaps to be considered more of a man) whirls out in front of us, sparkling white hair trailing behind him. His outfit is almost like a dress, but looks suited to his male figure. And it's not like it has bows or lace on it or anything. I can't help but gape at him like I'm a fish out of water.

"Oh! And you brought a lady with you! I'm so happy! My Yuki is finally growing up!"

"Miss Carter." The venom in Yuki's voice shocks me more than anything else. His expression is dark, as if he's trying his utmost hardest not to lash out at the white haired guy in front of us. "This is my…this is Ayame Sohma.

The white haired beauty is suddenly inches from my face, causing me to jerk backwards. "We're brothers!" he exclaims openly.

My eyes dart between the two of them in disbelief. Did he just say…? Without my consent, a grin creeps onto my face and uncontrollable giggling bursts forth.

"S-siblings?" I gasp out between laughs. I can see it; the resemblance is definitely there, but they're so different! It's hard to believe!

"I'm glad you're entertained," Ayame proclaims boastfully. "I tend to have the affect on people."

"We need to get Miss Carter an appropriate dress for the school dace," interjects Yuki impatiently.

"Oh, I'm ecstatic! The day has arrived my little brother has come to me for help! I shall do whatever I can. Is there a theme?"

I grab Yuki by the collar when he turns to leave and address Ayame myself. "The theme is medieval. Do you have anything without fishnet or leather boots?"

"Oh course!" He prances away into the masses of clothing frivolously. A young woman with glasses and a maid's outfit pokes her head out of the back room with a bright smile.

"I overheard you need a dress!"

"Yes, but I'm not sure relying on Ayame was the right decision. I only came because she insisted she didn't want us to pay anything for her dress."

"Don't worry about it, Yuki. If there's anything your brother can do right, it's fashion."

"Mine! Help the girl into this!" Ayame shoves a bag into his assistant's hands and pushes both her and me into the first dressing room. I barely manage to catch myself before I tumble into the mirror. The brunette woman Ayame called Mine digs into the bag and removes a faded orange colored dress.

"Oh," she breathes, looking from the dress to me. "You must've made a great first impression on him." She helps me into the doll-like outfit, being cautious of my injured arm. The most helpful thing she does is lace up the back. Then she turns me so I can admire my reflection.

Only my silence hints to my awe as I inspect myself in amazement. The rose sleeves are exaggerated, but not in a way that makes them look like twin bubbles. The sweetheart neckline is plenty high enough not to be called showy, but I wouldn't call it conservative either. The color of the top as well as the top layer of the skirt part is a gentle peach. The bow in the back and the ribbon tied around the waist are a blush pink. Two ribbons of the same shade come together at the front and back of the waistline, dangling against the slightly cupped skirt. Under the peach top layer that covers only the half closest to the waist is white silk with light pink roses lining the hem, spread apart evenly. It only goes down to my knees, really emphasizing on the doll appearance.

I turn to examine the back, which has pink laces tightly cinching the orangey cloth together like a corset. Ayame picked out something modern, and yet, it suits the theme (and me) perfectly. I'm speechless.

"You dressed yet?" Ayame inquires in a singsong tone. I jump when I see his head pop into the room through the mirror.

"Hey! I could've still been undressed, idiot!" I scold him with a stink eye.

"But you're not," he says, twirling inside and closing the door shut behind him. Before I can complain, presents to me the contents of his hands. White ballet flats and matching lace gloves complete the look. My cousin Cassidy couldn't wear it better, and she's a real beauty.

"I made this with Yuki in mind," Ayame tells me, serious for once. "I thought that I should make him a gift for if he ever finds himself a girl. Looks like my intuition was right again! I made this dress especially for you, and indirectly for him."

I smile at him gently. I guess that snow haired idiot has some sense in him after all, thinking of his brother like that.

"Thanks, but I think you have the wrong idea," I inform him. "I've barely known Yuki for a week, and I don't even know that much about him. We ran into a boy yesterday that scared him so much he turned…" I trail off. Yeah, they're brothers, but does that mean he knows? And what about Mine?

Ayame's expression becomes saddened as I talk. "You must've met Akito," he sighs, regretful. "He's the only one I can think of that would stress him out enough for him to transform." To my embarrassment, he notices the curiosity in my eyes and continues. "This may not be my place to talk, but I think you should know. Akito is the head of the Sohma family. He raised Yuki…harshly."

My eyes flicker to my charm bracelet before returning my attention to Ayame. "Was he…did Akito…beat him?"

My eyebrows crease in worry when he nods. I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine vividly a fist, a paddle, a whip connecting with my bare skin. Shaking my head, I refuse to hear any more. He was right, this isn't his place to tell me. Even if they are siblings, this kind of stuff is intensely personal. Ayame, seeing my decision, claps his hand and changes the subject cheerfully.

"Well now, off with the dress!"

"Shouldn't I show Yuki first?"

His face is one of mock shock. "The groom can't see the dress before the wedding day! It's back luck!" I laugh out loud as he dances out of the enclosed room so I can change. Once I'm fully dressed in my regular jean and tee, Mine puts the outfit into the original bag and hands it to me, grinning.

"A gift from Ayame," she tells me.

A gift is a gift, so I guess I can't complain. If it's for Yuki, I can accept it for free. When I emerge from the room, Yuki tilts his head in confusion.

"Did you not like it?"

"I loved it, why?"

"I was assuming you'd show me, since I'm to be your date."

I smirk and quote Ayame. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the day of."

"Huh?" I swear his cheeks tinge pink at the statement.

"Relax," I snicker. "Those are your brother's words, not mine." This only causes his blush to deepen and I laugh harder. "It's not as if you could take any other girl. Those fans of yours would tear whoever it was apart! The only reason I'm safe is because they believe we're related."

"No, I'm glad it's you," he tells me, gazing at me with care. "I'm sure you'll look beautiful in whatever he chose for you." His words suck the breath out of me so that can barely manage a smile.

"Was that praise I just heard?" Ayame bursts from a nearby rack, running head on into his brother's awaiting knuckles. Though his forehead is no doubt throbbing from the blow, his smile remains carefree. "You've praised my talent! Are we becoming closer? Perhaps now you'll rely more on your big brother!"

"Be quiet," Yuki snaps, glaring at his sibling, who isn't fazed in the slightest. "Alright, Vierra, you have your dress, so lets go."

He practically drags me out of the store. On the walk back to the house, I ponder,

"I wonder how you'll look in your suit."

He flashes me a sweet half smile in response that makes my heart beat a bit faster. "I wonder just how lovely you'll look in your dress. I really can't wait to see."

Well? I don't think Ayame will appear anymore. He doesn't fit into my planned storyline, and I had to stretch to add this scene. If anyone (other than CleverKitsune) wants to see him again, tell me and I'll see what I can do.

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!