A/N: I don't own Fruits Baskets. It belongs to Natsuki Takaya. Please read and review! Thanks!

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I'm not sure what spurred this spontaneous reaction. I mean, I was here in Shishou's dojo getting some practicing in when Haru decides to drop in saying that he was also here to practice too. I wasn't surprised to hear that he came with the rat.

I paid no heed to what he was doing as I exercised on my own mat, laying punches against my invisible opponent. From the corner of my eye, I could vaguely see that the cow was looking at me with every chance he could get.

"Why aren't you with the rat? What happened to spending time with your first love?" I wondered, grunting with each air punch and kick.

"He's having a sparring match with Shishou," Haru answers me. I continued with my exercise,

"And you're not there watching, why?"

"Because you're here, kitten."

I stopped and stared at the Ox on the other side of the room,

"Excuse me?"

I watched as he crossed the room, ever so slowly, taking his sweet time. My eyes automatically traveled down his frame and then stops to zero in on the swaying of his hips. I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes up at the Ox's face. He had a knowing smirk on his face. I cursed inwardly; knowing that he had already saw the raking glance I gave over his form.

"What's wrong?"

I coughed to distract myself and turned away, "What makes you think I want you here?"

"I didn't. I wanted to keep myself busy while Yuki's practicing with Shishou. When I heard that you were here also, I just wanted to see you practice like the old days," Haru said. I turned my head back and was startled by how close the proximity of Haru's face was near mine's.

"Wh-What?" I wondered. Haru just leaned back, his hands at his hips as he pouted slightly,

"How long have you been practicing? You're sweating a lot."

"Thanks," I replied, deadpan.

"Do you need help to wipe it off?" Haru suggested. I crinkled my brows in confusion,

" No tha-!"

I stood frozen as Haru leaned forward; his hands grasping both my hips. He left trails of butterfly kisses as he kissed every sweat off my pecs. I had my hands on his shoulders as I looked to the doorway of the dojo in case I heard Shishou come back.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at the cow, a slight blush on my cheeks. Haru just looked up at me,

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"You look like you're thirsty. Should I bring you something to drink?" I joked. But the Ox only smirked at me, placing another soft kiss on my chest,

"I rather drink your milk. Got some of that?"

I brought my fist down on his head, "Looks like you're sane enough to joke. Now right yourself up before Shishou or that damn rat decides to pop in."

Haru sighed, straightening his posture before ruffling his short hair,

"You know, it would be nice if you could be honest once in a while."

"Honest? About what?" I growled.

"You know, about me. I saw you checking me out earlier. If you could just say that you like me, then maybe I'll think about giving you a chance," Haru said knowingly, a glint in his eyes. I scoffed and then a loud laugh echoed around the room. The Ox pouted,

"You didn't have to be mean about it, kitten. You could've just said that you didn't like me like that."

For a split second, I felt guilty for my raucous behavior. But before I could say my apology, Shishou and Yuki took the moment to walk in.

"It looks like you two haven't killed each other yet," Yuki commented. I sneered,

"Well not everyone's as bloodthirsty as you, damn rat."

"You never know. Even Haru can become bloodthirsty when provoked," Yuki raised a brow. I glowered,

"Don't I know it."

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A/N: Sorry for the ubrupt ending. I just wasn't sure how to conclude it. I almost didn't update because of it. Hope you like it anyway.