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Tripped Out	By : rileycharlotte Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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All right� let�s get down to business. This chapter will
actually have a point. Unlike the last one, which was just an aya/gure lemon I
wanted to write�handhands smell like masonite*� that has nothing to do with
anything� see, here I am, trying to be all serious� this chapy is a little more
serious� well, a little� but I can�t help the fact that I�m a weird little
freak who sees funny sides to everything whether they�re funny or not� and
anyway� yeah� I dunno� maybe this chapter will turn out funny� this is just my
intro� you probably don�t read it anyway� I�m only ranting� and who cares about
me? You just want a story� or smut� or something? Don�t you just want to be
happy? Isn�t that what we all want?
� Never mind �

lasslass=MsoNormal>Disclaimer: No one should own Fruit�s Basket! It should be
free to roam the fielnd pnd pet the bunnies! Except that it belongs to Natsuki
Takaya. Who a really cool kid for writing it� even though now that means that I
can�t have it run free� and I�ll just have to borrow it for a moment� just a
moment� and I won�t hurt it� I promise�

�Yuki� please� I�m so hard� Yuki� Yuki I need it real bad� Oh
my God� please� faster� I� I�m almost there� I feel like I�m� like I��

Haru�s eyes flew open.

He was panting like he�d run a marathon, and sweating like
he�d done so in blazing summer heat.

It took him a moment to make his mind formulate a thought;
his brain seemed to be stretched across a burning hot coal. The only thing he
could see was red, the only thing he could feel was uncomfortable warmth.

Then, he moved the covers off, and the quiet, cool air being
blown in from outside the door to the balcony banished all the hot vapors away.
Well, almost all of them.

Haru didn�t even need to look down. He could tell by the
tightness that he had an erection. He sighed, shifting his weight on the
mattress, and ran his hand through damp strands of hair.

�I don�t think I�ve ever had a dream before where I was the
uke,� he mused to the darkness in a whisper. He chuckled lightly at the concept
and stopped abruptly when he found himself in extreme pain.

He needed to get rid of that problem between his legs.
Coincidently the cause of the said problem was so close by. For a brief moment
Haru contemplated waking Yuki up and asking him if he wanted a fuck.

But the peaceful lull of Yuki�s breathing made Haru keep the
idea to himself. Plus, to get to Yuki, he�d have to roll over on Kyo, and one
way or another, it would wake the cat up.

Nothing would be worse than getting caught sneaking over to
Yuki�s bed with a hard-on. Nothing.

So, the boy decided he might as well get up and go across to
the balcony. It was only two meters or so from his bed. He could just let the
air get to him a little, and then stroke the feeling off. It wasn�t private,
but it was better than risking the trip through to the bathroom. To get there
he�d have to turn on a light or he�d trip over his suitcase. Why the hell did
he have to lay it down right in front of his bed anyway?

He shook his head and turned over, away from the balcony and
towards Kyo�s sleeping form. He didn�t want to get up. It was for the best, but
he just didn�t want to. The grip of sleep that holds you in its clutches at odd
hours of the night was begging him to stay and close his eyes, to have another
nice dream in the silky softness of the bed.

Kyo rolled over so suddenly; it caught Haru�s heart mid-beat.
That�s why he didn�t react at first when the other boy kissed him, full on the
lips, grabbing his shoulder and planting one down.

The cat pulled back from the kiss and thrust forward. Haru
felt their erections rub into each other in an incredible moment of hot and
cold chills.

�You wanna cum, honey?� Kyo�s voice was dripping lust.

Haru couldn�t move. He felt his body shudder as he came at
the same moment as the orange-haired boy, their seed seeping through the thin
material of their boxers and onto each other.

�Shit,� he hissed, shaking the web of sparkling pleasure away
to take control of the situation. Something very odd had just happened and he
needed to understand it, not let himself get lost in the moment.

Through cloudy vision, Haru could see the cat was asleep,
dead asleep, and snoring rather loudly. So, it cobe cbe concluded that he
hadn�t meant to do that. Kyo hadn�t just� he hadn�t just made a move. He must
have been dreaming, probably about Kagura or Tohru or some other pretty girl.

Shrugging it off, the ox pushed the boy off of him, careful
not to wake him up. This was an awkward enough situation with only one person
awake.

Somehow, Haru was able to stand up and stumble over to his
suitcase. There he produced a clean pair of boxers and a wad of tissues from
among the clutter.

Once he had cleaned up, he went back to bed, half expecting
the cat to wake up, feel the damp on himself, and leap up muttering curses as
he made his way to the bathroom. But, as Fate would have it, he stayed asleep,
content with the world for one brief moment.

It was around midnight when the flight attendant finally
arrived at the hotel.

Quite coincidently, or maybe not so much by chance as one
would think, she had reservations for a room right across the hall from Hatori.
p clp class=MsoNormal style='tab-stops:.25in'> She slowly made her way to the front desk, receiving her room
key with barely a single word escaping her faded lips. They were no longer the
shimmering red glow they had started off the day being, and somehow that was
the most depressing thing she could think of, despite the mess of other emotional
conflicts slopped into her.

What had she been thinking?

The question stabbed out at her as she rode the elevator up
to her room. It stuck there too, knife-like in its anguish. But she was afraid
to touch it. If she pulled the knife out, she�d bleed to death.

It was upon reaching the door that the flight attendant broke
down. She just leaned against the door and let the tears slide down her cheeks,
trailing away the makeup she had so proudly applied when starting out the day.

A sob cleaved the silence in two perfect halves: the
wretched, and that was she, filthy and low to the ground, and everyone ,
s,
set back and shining clean with glory. Another sob followed, and another after
that. She lost track of everything, of life, of good times, of control. There
was nothing keeping her from falling down into darkness. She sobbed harder.

How she managed to slip in her key and open the door is a
mystery, but somehow she found herself inside the room, back against the door
now, face in hands cing ing tears and� contacts?

Her blue color lens had fallen out.

That took the flight attendant back to reality. She had to
put them in the solution before they dried out.

It took a little bit of time to locate her suitcase, which
had been taken up by room service. By the time she was able to clean out the
lenses she had stopped crying.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw something ugly.
Something unfit to grace the face of the earth. Even with the bleached hair,
she could still see nothing but the tear-stained face of Ritzu Sohma.

Ritzu let a few more tears fall off his face. Then he
swallowed, pushing down the sick feeling in his gut and turned away from the
bathroom mirror.

He reached past the palm tree print curtain and turned on the
hot water. He shoved down the plug to stop the water from escaping. Once he had
stripped free of the uniform, he plunged his slight, broken frame into the
depths of the water, clenching his teeth against the scalding it gave his skin.

Not even a pretext was made to bathe. The man simply reached
into the bag he�d brought in with the contact solution and removed a razor
blade. The light glinted sinisterly off the steel as he lowered it to his left
wrist.

A long time he held the blade there, it was a cheap device
for shaving, surrounded in plastic and moisturizing bars. He felt pathetic for
not being able to provide a more dramatic weapon. But, all the same the razor
would serve its purpose. That is if he ever got it pressed against his skin to
slice.

�Stupid,� he muttered, forcing the hand holding the razor
down into the tender flesh. �Press harder you idiot. You�ve done this before��

Yes, he had. The proof of it was in the diagonal gash, now
nothing more than a faint pinking of his forearm. He was proud of that scar,
more than he had ever been of anything else he had done in his life.

�This�ll be just like last time�� he coaxed putting more
pressure on the blade beneath his fingers. �Only this time� no one will��

Last time Ritzu cut himself Hatori had seen him. Not that it
was deep or anything, and he needed to see the doctor. It wasn�t even enough
produce more blood than a te coe couldn�t blot away. But, Hatori had walked in
at the right moment in the bathroom, and his expression sent a wave of
apologies that was only quenched with a startling statement.

�How could you do that, Ritzu? I never thought you would have
had the nerve�� he could still hear the morbid admiration in Hatori�s voice.

�I� I just� I didn�t want but but I did something wrong
again� and I need to stop doing things wrong� I need punishment to stop me�� he
had stammered.

�Well� I�d tell you that you shouldn�t but� it�s really none
of usinusiness,� he was so cold, so unreachable.

�It�s not that bad�� here Ritzu had risen up a little,
beaming slightly at his work. �I kind of liked the pain.�

It was a lie. Heed ied it; it stung worse than anything and
never stopped stinging.

�Really?� the doctor mused. For the first time Ritzu saw a
unique side of Ha�ri. No longer a cold dragon, the man�s eyes stirred in the
calm of their depths. Something was living there, under the ashes. There was a
fire there once, but it had burnt out. Now the ashes were frozen to keep them
dormant.

And yet, somehow, there were embers still breathing, still
faintly glowing.

When Ritzu saw them, he knew what he wanted to do with his
life. He wanted to ignite that fire.

Once Hatori left, all that was left to do was recognize the
growing rush towards the man developing inside of Ritzu. It was love.

It was a terrible thing to do. Another terrible thing to add
to a list he wanted to write in his own blood. He had fallen for a straight
man.

There was no doubt in his mind that Hatori was straight. As
much as it pained him to think about it, he knew it was true. There was no hope
that the man he loved would ever love him back. Unless�

It was a silly plan, really it was. Ritzu found out about the
trip and just couldn�t resist.

If he were a boy Ha�ri wouldn�t love him. So he would pretend
to be a girl. That wasn�t hard, seeing as he normally wore women�s clothes
anyway. He�d just have to pick a different girl to be, so not to be recognized.

The flight attendant had been
an interesting role, achieved by an old uniform, some platinum blonde hair dye,
and blue contacts. It had made him feel like a new person. For the first time,
he didn�t worry about what other people thought of him, he just acted the part
of flirty stewardess, and loved every moment of it. That is until it went too
far and he ended up in the bathroom with Hatori.

That part wasn�t in the plan.

He was ashamed of what he did in some ways, because it was so
conniving. Ha�ri was drunk and oblivious; he was probably currently
experiencing a mental breakdown over the whole thing. It didn�t help they both
enjoyed it.

Ritzu could still taste the smooth nectar of Hatori, fresh on
his tongue. He could still sense that great presence in his mouth, the texture
so very much like a dream. And he could still see the look on the man�s face
whe che came. Such a tifutiful look, warm and content, the look worn in winter
when one sits by the fire reading a good book.

The razor blade was cast aside, and the hot water drained. A
change in temperature was needed immediately.

A cold shower had to wash the dirtiness from Ritzu�s m
An
And it did wonders to his hard-on as well.

Wow� I dunno kids� that ended up
kinda weird� this fic just gets more and more fucked up� yes, I know, haru and
kyo was strange� I don�t even like haru/kyo� but� anyway� moving on to the
weirdest part� hmm� ritzu is the flight attendant, eh? Surprise, surprise, bet
ya didn�t see that one coming� don�t ask me why� I just recently watched the
episode with him in it and� well� it was early in the morning� and I dunno� I
think I�m more like ritzu than ayame so I thought I�d write on him a while� I
kinda like it� he�s probably OOC, a little too dark� but, oh well� so we went
from ha�ri/oc to ha�ri/ritzu� *shudder� I really don�t know about this, guys�
it kinda grosses me out� just don�t take it as a real relationship� I promise
it will never be� Ritzu will probably dress up like the lady again and go at it
a little with ha�ri, but eventually he�ll get turned in� suddenly I feel really
bad for him and I want to give him a big hug� but then he�d turn into a monkey
and I hate monkeys� every time I go to the zoo they throw-up or piss or
ejaculate� *shudder� that�s enough ranting for now� don�t be too afraid� I�m a
normal kid� (really)�
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