Furuba no Hinansho
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Fruits Basket › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
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10,589
Reviews:
70
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Chapter 7
Kinyuu 7
To my Dearest Diary,
Usually I wouldn’t do this, diary, but today has been so different from the norm that it seems to have just influenced me to act just as awry. Instead of rambling as I usually do, I am going to get to the point without even considering anything else. And so, I begin.
Wait. Did I just ramble? I do believe I did. Hmm, I guess today hasn’t affected me as much as I first perceived. Hmm.
But oh diary, it’s been such a confusing, hectic day—everything was just so *wrong*! I truly do not understand how things could slip by like they did…even Tohru-kun had been acting awkward. But Shigure-chan topped them all.
It had all begun when I had entered Shigure-chan’s home. It was spotless, as usual (Tohru must’ve just left, the dear). Shigure-chan was in his personal lounge room (or whatever he calls it; he never gave his writing room a proper name. Come to think of it, I never gave *you* a proper name. Something definitely to think upon, I believe. But anyway…) Shigure-chan was in his room, typing up yet another undeniable bestseller. With his brow cocked a bit, and his lips firm in a tight grip, I daresay he looked quite handsome.
Perhaps… perhaps even more handsome than Hari’ right about then.
I know you’re blushing, diary, because I sure was! It was by now I remembered that there is no need to be shamed by these thoughts. I have always believed beauty is a thing that needs to be praised (of course, where praise is due). And that probably explains why I pounced on him from behind, shocking him a bit and causing him to halfway jump out of his chair.
“Aaya!” he cried out in honest surprise. “What are you doing here? I hadn’t been expecting a visit from you today…”
“Oh Shigure-chan! I do apologize for interrupting your work and coming over announced, but you should’ve known I just *couldn’t* resist your charms for too long!” It’s at this point, you must notice diary, Shigure-chan and I never stop our weird antics---we do not do it purposely (at least, not all the time). It always just came so naturally.
“I see.” Shigure-chan smiled. “Well, it was either you or me, I suppose. Your own charms are quite manipulating as well.”
“Yes, yes, well it does seem that only very few of us contain that trait to awe and impress everyone else with our looks and personalities alone.” I grinned at him, and he grinned back. It was just like old times, diary. It truly is too bad we don’t hang out as much as we used to anymore.
“So what else influenced this impulsive visit, Aaya? Come over to try to kidnap Tohru-kun again? Or perhaps… Yuki-chan?” His curiosity is just so cute, diary. Just so cute.
“No, no, not today, but I assure you… today’s visit was prompted by something of the utmost importance.” My grin only grew wider. “All you need to do is point me towards your nearest television with modern DVD player and you shall see something quite… impressive.”
“Impressive, eh?” But Shigure-chan did not push on. No, instead he just pointed in front of me, to the T.V. behind me. “You can do it there,” he offered, smiling. “But may I ask something before you begin?”
“Yes?” I asked, already becoming entangled into the wires with my silver hair everywhere.
“Is it a video of you? If t is, would like to keep it, if I could.”
I paused. “Why, no. It isn’t a video of me.” I continued to connect the correct wires to the DVD player, but couldn’t help but feel a dread creep up my neck, as if something were going to happen. And it did, diary. It did.
“Well then… shall we make a video of you then?” Shigure smiled, and it seemed a bit… predatory.
“Of me? Doing what, ‘Gure-chan?” I stopped moving altogether. “What for?” he stood up, walking towards me, that predatory look still in his eyes. “Shigure-chan?” He stooped low, in front of me, and it was then, up close, diary, that I saw the burning passion within the depths of his deep blue eyes as he smirked at me. “Doing what, Shigure?”
He laughed, moving forward. “Doing me, of course.” And then he pressed his lips to mine.
And diary, that was only the beginning.
To my Dearest Diary,
Usually I wouldn’t do this, diary, but today has been so different from the norm that it seems to have just influenced me to act just as awry. Instead of rambling as I usually do, I am going to get to the point without even considering anything else. And so, I begin.
Wait. Did I just ramble? I do believe I did. Hmm, I guess today hasn’t affected me as much as I first perceived. Hmm.
But oh diary, it’s been such a confusing, hectic day—everything was just so *wrong*! I truly do not understand how things could slip by like they did…even Tohru-kun had been acting awkward. But Shigure-chan topped them all.
It had all begun when I had entered Shigure-chan’s home. It was spotless, as usual (Tohru must’ve just left, the dear). Shigure-chan was in his personal lounge room (or whatever he calls it; he never gave his writing room a proper name. Come to think of it, I never gave *you* a proper name. Something definitely to think upon, I believe. But anyway…) Shigure-chan was in his room, typing up yet another undeniable bestseller. With his brow cocked a bit, and his lips firm in a tight grip, I daresay he looked quite handsome.
Perhaps… perhaps even more handsome than Hari’ right about then.
I know you’re blushing, diary, because I sure was! It was by now I remembered that there is no need to be shamed by these thoughts. I have always believed beauty is a thing that needs to be praised (of course, where praise is due). And that probably explains why I pounced on him from behind, shocking him a bit and causing him to halfway jump out of his chair.
“Aaya!” he cried out in honest surprise. “What are you doing here? I hadn’t been expecting a visit from you today…”
“Oh Shigure-chan! I do apologize for interrupting your work and coming over announced, but you should’ve known I just *couldn’t* resist your charms for too long!” It’s at this point, you must notice diary, Shigure-chan and I never stop our weird antics---we do not do it purposely (at least, not all the time). It always just came so naturally.
“I see.” Shigure-chan smiled. “Well, it was either you or me, I suppose. Your own charms are quite manipulating as well.”
“Yes, yes, well it does seem that only very few of us contain that trait to awe and impress everyone else with our looks and personalities alone.” I grinned at him, and he grinned back. It was just like old times, diary. It truly is too bad we don’t hang out as much as we used to anymore.
“So what else influenced this impulsive visit, Aaya? Come over to try to kidnap Tohru-kun again? Or perhaps… Yuki-chan?” His curiosity is just so cute, diary. Just so cute.
“No, no, not today, but I assure you… today’s visit was prompted by something of the utmost importance.” My grin only grew wider. “All you need to do is point me towards your nearest television with modern DVD player and you shall see something quite… impressive.”
“Impressive, eh?” But Shigure-chan did not push on. No, instead he just pointed in front of me, to the T.V. behind me. “You can do it there,” he offered, smiling. “But may I ask something before you begin?”
“Yes?” I asked, already becoming entangled into the wires with my silver hair everywhere.
“Is it a video of you? If t is, would like to keep it, if I could.”
I paused. “Why, no. It isn’t a video of me.” I continued to connect the correct wires to the DVD player, but couldn’t help but feel a dread creep up my neck, as if something were going to happen. And it did, diary. It did.
“Well then… shall we make a video of you then?” Shigure smiled, and it seemed a bit… predatory.
“Of me? Doing what, ‘Gure-chan?” I stopped moving altogether. “What for?” he stood up, walking towards me, that predatory look still in his eyes. “Shigure-chan?” He stooped low, in front of me, and it was then, up close, diary, that I saw the burning passion within the depths of his deep blue eyes as he smirked at me. “Doing what, Shigure?”
He laughed, moving forward. “Doing me, of course.” And then he pressed his lips to mine.
And diary, that was only the beginning.