Tripped Out

I think I’ve majorly fucked up this fic… I just woke up this
morning expecting myself to be possessed by the evil spirits who always take
control of my body when I write, and… they just didn’t want to touch the story…
Sorry, kids… I guess it’s all over now… just take this gun and stand real
close… AAAAAHHHH!!!! *Whoosh! … Hello there, happy fuckers! Ready to read the
rest of my story? This is riley c. the possessed. How’s your sex life? Mine’s
ggggrrrreat. Hmm… what do you want? Say it louder, I can’t hear you… oh yes…
more aya/gure… and some haru/yuki… yes, I can do… Today’s special: the trip to
the resort’s spa… yes, children, spa as in the place where you get covered in
oil and lay on your stomach… let’s see what goodies Master Riley can make her
minions… MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

In case you were wondering, the “whoosh” was I getting the
spirit of a very bondage friendly mistress named Enrique. And now to thanky me
reviewers:

Pluto kiss… I thank you for your continuing support and very
short reviews. They may not give me any real tips…or even praise, but they do
make the little number beside my story go up. I’m just kidding, hun, I really
do appreciate the review. I do I DO! (Don’t let this strange mood affect our
friendship!)

Devil666sc… First off I like your name… second I’d like to
thank you for also sticking with my fic… and thirdly… thanks for the tight
boxer/brief ha’ri tip… that is GOOD. VERY GOOD. (No I did not masturbate
picturing it… I masturbate with words actually… how the hell did you think I
came up with Haru’s phrases in his dream in chapy four? tmi) … You rock!

Glasses… You are the coolest kid ever. You really are. You
read my gravi fic and now you’re reading this… hell, you even read my fucked up
demon diary lemon! I would like to give you a really big box of pocky flavored
lube… look for it in the mail… (Just kidding… I have no idea where you live…
and why would I share my lube? Why? Because I’m a girl?…and you’re a girl too,
so… what in hell was I thinking? Hey, man, girl’s can fantasize too. And maybe
I really am a man? The Internet is a mask… who knows who I am… hehehehe…)
Sorry… I really am grateful… and I am reading your fics now too… they’re good!
YAY! Be happy! (And not afraid of me?)

Hodge-podge… seeing as you is the only lover/slave to
respond to my FB fic… (Well… I don’t blame AITD… she’s never seen it… I had to
spend lunch explaining about ayame… that was fun… esp since she isn’t into
“girls” like me *nudge nudge wink wink*) I do blame master rei-rei… she may
have brought me back to life, but I must contradict her… she hasn’t even read
this fic, can you believe it? That whore… that… oh wait! She bought me a
present in New York! I wanna present! REI-REI!!!! GIMME!!! GIMME!!! PRESENT!!!
(no I’m not greedy…)

And the disclaimer:

Fruit’s Basket is not mine. It isn’t. I don’t even want it!
I just get bored and want to write and … that’s about it… oh… and I hate you.
Yes you. You, reading this, you know who you are. I hate you. But that has
nothing to do with the disclaimer… I need to go study for my exams… yes, there
are more…(for those who are stalking me… or care… or whatever…)

Oh yes… and a further note involving the OOCness of certain
Kurenos…. I admit, I think he’s a bit out of whack, but he’s bit is only so big
(not like he’s not big… not questioning his manhood… I’m sure it would be put
to excellent use if used the right way… anyhoo you’ll see…) so… I say forgive
and forget for a little OOC do to ignorance of said Enrique the demon and rye
char the loser/freak. I also send my condolences for changing the summary of
this bitch, and for now referring to myself in the third person. It is
Enrique’s doing I swear to God… ON WITH THE SHOW!

Hatori heard a faint rustle of covers and then a strange low
cooing noise.

Looking over, he found himself with the sight of his two best
friends barely dressed, lying on top of one another, and smiling sickly sweet
smiles as they gazed longingly in each other’s eyes. This, combined with the
effects of Nyquil and a brutal hangover, seemed to swirl the contents of the
man’s stomach into a whirlpool.

He stumbled out of bed and made for the bathroom, arriving
just in time. After several unpleasant moments, he lurched back, slumping
against the bowl. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried to
focus on the patterns in the slate tile on the floor. God, he was a mess.

The phone rang, startling all occupants of the room. Ayame
was the closest to it, so he grabbed it and answered.

“Hello?” he sat up, nudging Shigure off of him. “Yes, yes it
is.”

“Really! Oh, that’s marvelous!” the snake’s eyes widened
gleaming. With every pause he seemed to grow more enthusiastic in his
mutterings into the receiver.

“Sounds wonderful, we can’t wait!” he hung up and turned to
Shigure who had become bored and taken up the job of braiding his lover’s
silvery hair.

“What was that about?” the dog inquired.

“It appears there has been some sort of reservation at the
hotel spa for everyone in our little group. We all get to be pampered for a
day, isn’t that positively marvelous, Shiggy!” He gave the man an overexcited
hug and jumped up to spread the love to his other friend. Only to find, he
wasn’t in his bed.

“Ha’ri? Are you hiding? Come on now, I’m not that scary in
the morning…” Aya called, standing up, and pulling his loosely tied kimono much
tighter.

In >In the bathroom, Hatori stiffened up. They couldn’t see him
like this, broken up into some sort of ailing shadow of his usual self. So, he
forced himself into a standing position, wobbling a little as he did. He shut
the door, locked it, and turned on the fauc/p> /p>

Splashing the cold water on his face helped bring back his
senses. Splash. Yesterday’s events were best left forgotten. Splash. They had nothing
to do with anything; his actions did not reflect weakness. Splash. Acting so
openly was unlike him, but he would never let it happen again. Splash. He did
not like the girl or ever want to see her again.

Feeling cleansed more than ever, Hatori emerged from the
bathroom after having taken a moment or two to tidy his appearance. When he
reentered the room, he was his normal self again.

“So, what’s going on today?” his voice was steady and numbing
as ice.

“That’s what the gentleman on the phone told me…” Ayame later
explained to Yuki, Kyo, Haru, and Tohru after meeting up with all of them in
the hotel lobby and informing them of their spa excursion planned.

“Hello, is this the Sohma party?” the lady at the front desk
was monotone and nasal in voice and dull in appearance.

“Yes, it is,” Shigure answered her.

“We have special orders for each of you…” her voice was
really grating on nerves, and her apparent lack of interest in much of anything
made you want to shake the quirks out of her, just to see if she’d notice. “A
Sohma Kyo and a Honda Tohru are to be escorted to their treatment immediately.”

“What?” Kyo was indignant. “No way! I didn’t want to go to
this stupid girlie spa in the first place, but now I have to go get ‘special
treatment’ with Tohru? Do you think I’m so stupid as not to realize Tohru is
the only girl in our group? Well, then again, maybe not, but she is the most
real girl here, and I am not about to get the same damn handling as a girl!”

The boy’s rant did little to
appease the two large men in white suits who came out of the establishment’s
swinging double doors and half-guided half-dragged the two teenagers back
through into what may very well have been their doom.

The crowd of Sohmas remaining was a little frightened at the
display of force. Who knew health spa’s had such persuasive employees?

“Alright, next it looks like we have Sohma Ayame and Sohma
Shigure,” the woman commanded.

The exit for these two was much more voluntary, and soon
there were only three remaining victims.

Haru kept wishing over and over again in his head for Yuki
and he to receive their spa therapy together. It was sort of a kinky fantasy he
had once had. There they’d be, barely dressed, lathered in some kind of
nutrient-enriched lotionil fil flesh became shiny soft… he was starting to get
a little excited already.

“Our last appointment within this timeframe is allotted to a
Sohma Yuki and a Sohma Haru.”

Haru felt his entire body go on lock down. Did the lady
actually say that, or had he merely thought it up? He looked around, barely
daring to move, lest he wake up from a dream.

“Haru?” Yuki crossed his arms and tried to discern what was
going on inside Haru that had caused the system failure. The white-haired boy
was drooling down the collar of his shirt.

“What?” he suddenly woke up from the trance.

“We have to go now,” Yuki started to walk through the doors,
after the lady at the desk. “It looks like we have to spend a day together in
this place.”

Yuki strolled off briskly and Haru followed, a smile growing
like a weed across his face.

Hat>Hatori was left at the entrance apparently he had no business
at this place. As mysterious as this was, he really wanted nothing more than to
turn around and leave.

He would have, too, except for one small problem.

There was a small blonde girl who had snuck up behind him and
wrapped her arm around his waist.

“Hello again,” she breathed hotly in his ear.

“Yuki?” Haru’s voice was calm as a pond in dead summer heat.

“Yeah?” Yuki answered with the same slurred speech.

“This is kinda nice,” he breathed in the vapors.

“Yeah.”

They were in the sauna, in nothing but towels. Haru could
watch the sweat beads form on the boy seated on the wooden bench across from
him. Mist clouded the air, make it feel unreal, a wilting warmth’s twisted
hallucination.

Haru sighed and leaned back against tile on the wall,
attempting to press some cool sense back into his mind. All he could think
about was how easy it would be to rip that towel off of Yuki’s slender milky
thighs.

“Haru, can I ask you something?” Yuki’s violet eyes were
hazed with veils.

The other boy cringed.

“Sure,” he managed to get out before biting his lips shut to
avoid spilling the rest of that thought. Sure, honey, anything. You want me to
do something to make you more comfortable? You look really warm; let me take
that heavy towel off you.

“I was just wondering
if you felt something strange about the… well… the air around this place…” his
speech was stumbling, as though unsure of what it wanted to let the other boy
know.

“What do you mean?” Haru sat up, genuinely concerned.

“Look, don’t think I’m
being paranoid, but… I had this… dream…” he looked away, shivering in the heat.

The younger boy stood up and sat beside the one now too far
lost in dark thought to object to having an arm curled around his shoulders.

Haru swallowed and tried to find some way to comfort Yuki,
not just sit there, holding him like that. But, in the intoxicating humidity
with so much open skin to caress any rational comment at all was impossible.

“Do you want to talk about the dream, Yuki?” Haru attempted a
brief brush of his cheek on a smooth shoulder.

“It was really vague, just these surges of emotion and a few
flashed images.”

“Like what?” the ox contemplated licking the rat’s bare back.
With all the moisture in the atmosphere he might not feel it.

Damn hormones. Yuki was suffering and here he was trying to
find ways to take advantage of him.

“There was… there was this water, flowing over rock and for
some reason it made me feel free, careless… it’s stupid. I know it’s just a
dream and you probably don’t want to hear it…” his voice trailed off. He was
hiding something.

“No, go ahead and tell me,” Haru took a risk and snaked his
other arm around the front of Yuki, gripping him tighter. It wasn’t objected.

“I was… put inside a cage. I was granted this freedom this
chance, and then there was a fork in the road and I chose the wrong path… and
ended up in a cage… see? It doesn’t even make sense… it’s just… this horrible
doomed feeling overshadowing me. That no matter what I I caI can’t avoid…
something…” he scrunched his eyes shut, shaking the dream from his head in
frustration.

“It doesn’t matter,” he whispered and delicately placed his
arms around Haru’s waist. “I’m awake now, nothing can get me.”

Haru’s eyes went wide as a silver-gray head was firmly buried
in his chest.

“Yeah, Yuki, it’s fine. Nightmares never really mean
anything,” Haru assured.

But he hoped to God that dreams did, particularly his.

A cool breeze swept through the house, rattling the rice
paper doors and teasing the loose silk folds of the red kimono the man slumped
on the floor was clothed in.

Suddenly a shadow covered him, blocking the bit of sun that
had been allowed into the room through tcreecreens. The man’s eyes narrowed
suspiciously, a rol rolled over.

“Kureno. What is it?” his voice was thick with impenetrable
layers.

“There is something I don’t understand, Master Akito,” the
rooster put carefully.

“Is there? About what?” the layers seemed to thin.

“Those plans. The way you have set them up, telling Hatsuharu
about the cave, helping Ritzu get on that plane, and… and this business at the
spa…”

“I’m doing them a favor! Don’t you know anything!” the man on
the floor sat up, his expression livid as a candle flame, one moment docile the
next flaring up to destroy.

“I still am not following you,” Kurenckedcked away a few
steps, his tone unfaltering.

“They wouldn’t do it any other way. There is no other way to
stop it. To end this horrible plague upon our family we must do what he failed
to do,” Akito settled back into his eerily calm voice.

“You don’t really believe that legend about…”

“No. I don’t believe. I know.”

“Then… you want them… to…”

“By the full moon… only two more left now. Three for each
break in the promise. Three for each heavy chain the curse has hooked into my
bones.”

“If they find out…”

“Then they will only work faster. They have to. I must be rid
of this damned curse, and so must you and they as well. We will succeed this
time.”

“And if the cat…”

“The cat has no part in this. I will make certain he can do
nothing to interfere. We will have this freedom, Kureno. The debt will be
repaid.”

Woot! I am done with this
chapy! I started it before finals and… never finished, because of course I had
to study… now my finals are over… and so I can write again! WWHHEEE!!! I is
also on summer break… so… yaaaaay!! That means more time to write this
god-awful fic! Be happy with me! C’mon you know you want to! …style="mso-spacerun: yes"> fine… just sit there at your computer and
glare at me… you’re so cruel… I hope you never see the light of day again!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> …
well… next chapy should be fun… some yuki/haru stuff… gotta love that…
but first, everyone else’s time at the spa, proving to be quite interesting…
and… well, then maybe eventually you’ll get more plot… like, you know, maybe so
you can follow whatever the hell Akito’s talking about… nah, why would I do that?
*sigh* ok… goodnight then.

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