Tripped Out | By : rileycharlotte Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2622 -:- 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. |
Lessee… I promised myself I wouldn’t start another fic
before the play was over (and it’s opening night) and I STILL HAVE EXAMS TO
STUDY FOR *grrrrrr….. ….. but… you know what? I don’t give a shit! I’m gonna
write this bitch because I wanna *sticks out tongue at directors and
professors* HAHAHAHA!!! Sorry… I gotta little carried away… well… hope this
makes you happy as it’s makin’ me…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fruit’s Basket… though I wish I
owned all the characters… they’re all so complex and different and… man I love
‘em… *sniffle* …
Hmmm… k…. guess I should warn you this is gonna be a long
baby… (my stories are my babies! Or my bitches…) and…. What else… OH! There will be all kinds of coolie little
shocker bits! So… uh… look out for those… can’t tell you exactly where the
lemons will be… or who they’ll be with… I will tell you right off that ayame
and shigure are going to be a couple… from the first word I type they’re gonna
be a couple… other than that… you’ll just havta see who people are sleeping
with… I dunno… just read and you’ll figure it out, k? okay…
There is a lot of
yaoi in this… because that’s the way I like it… problems with too many dicks in
the fic? Hit the road now before it gets busy… (hehehehe… I crack myself up…
I’m such a loser…) … and this WILL get
progressively darker… though it will always have its moments of strange happy
funny pants… such is my style… of pants? ">
God… I don’t even understand me any more… just R&R if you desire (or
if your name is rei-rei, always-in-the-dark, or… what is it now? Hodge-podge?
Damn, kid, you need a better name… how ‘bout chorion… j/j! studying my bio… the
amniotic egg!)
Ready? BRING IT!
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*
“Ge>“Get me off! Get me out! Get me anywhere but HERE!!!” Ayame
wailed, though his fingers clenching desperately around the armrests spoke
otherwise.
On the other side of him, Shigure sat, stroking the silky
silver hair and whispering encouragement into the man’s ear.
“It’s okay, Aya, we’ve almost reached…”
“We have now reached our cruising altitude for the flight to
Hawaii. You may now turn on all portable electronic devices, but please remain
seated until the fasten seatbelt sign is turned off. Thank you,” the crackling
intercom interrupted.
As soon as it had stopped, the little red light over the
seatbelt icon beeped into blackness. This was the cue Shigure had been waiting
for since they first left the ground.
Unbuckling Ayame’s seat belt with one hand and his with the
other, the dark-haired man then pried his terrified friend from his own seat.
This feat being achieved, Shigure planted Ayame on thigthighs, wher cou could
snuggle softly and stroke more efficiently.
The snake, living up to his zodiac form, drew his limbs taunt
around the novelist and, in no time, had forgotten his “tragic fear of heights,
flying, and anything with wings” and fallen asleep, his head pressed into his
lover’s chest.
At the end of the row, a rather queasy Haru found himself
even queasier at the sight. It turned his stomach into knots having to watch
such open displays of affection mostly because he coveted their romance with
acidic fervor.
It had only been that morning at the airport that he’d found
out.
Ayame ran to Shigure and kissed him, right in the middle of
the waiting room. The chill it sent up him had lodged in his heart and had yet
to dissipate. He wasn’t the only one it bothered. Hatori couldn’t even sit near
them and had to move himself into first class to escape. Haru could see how
having your friends since high school suddenly fall all over each other and
start making out in public would be a little weird, but he also suspected that
Hatori avoided them because he wasn’t all in favor of two guys being a couple.
As things were, Haru couldn’t take the constant reminder of
his own unrequited forbidden love, seated across the isle from him, cringing at
the sight of his brother clinging for dear life to another man. Haru pulled
down his tray table and sighing, lay his head down in his arms upon it blocking
out the fluff Shigure was spewing to his Aya. Why couldn’t he have that? Why
wouldn’t Yuki nestle in Haru’s arms? He wanted to encase him close and warm, to
protect him from his fears and his troubles. He wanted to be there in Yuki’s
life, more than he had been in the past months.
But the fact of the matter remained that Yuki didn’t love him
back and that he probably never would. Not the way things had been turning out
lately.
Just the other day, the last week of school before vacation Haru
had approached his love and asked him if he wanted to go see a movie. Nothing
like a date or anything just a movie, a harmless G-rated movie where they’d sit
in the front row and have plenty of body space between them. But, despite these
assurances, the Prince had cordially declined. And Haru was left standing in
the hall, biting his lip to keep from breaking down.
Shaking the thoughts of the boy from his mind, Haru tried to
let his body relax into senseless sleep.
Meanwhile, the unwilling object of Haru’s desire still had
his eyes plastered to his brother.
“He’s making a complete fool of himself. I can’t believe
someone could be so afraid of heights,” Yuki turned his violet eyes to the girl
next to him.
Tohru was seated in the middle of the row, and had been
reading a guidebook on Hawaii that Yuki had gotten heforefore they left. She
hadn’t entirely freaked out by the strange relationship that had bloomed
overnight between Ayame and Shigure, and was perhaps the only one who managed
to stammer out a congratulations, though afterwards she would admit to being a
little taken aback.
“Well… maybe it’s his first time flying…” Tohru glanced
briefly at the display across the aisle and then smiled at Yuki. “They look
happy together… I guess…”
Yuki gave her a simultaneously amused and frightened
expression.
Looking at her, he caught a glimpse of Kyo.
The cat was seated by the window, eyes wide and staring
straight into nothing, white knuckled fingers on armrests.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid
of flying too, baka nehko,” Yuki cast coldly in the orange-haired boy’s
direction.
“Of course I’m not!” he snapped shakily leaning over Tohru.
“If you are scared, just admit it. Don’t try and hide it, it
only makes you look pathetic.”
“Pathetic?” he leaned over towards Yuki even more, without
moving his hands from their spots.
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
And on it went, their quarreling, with poor Tohru stuck in
the center of it all trying to squeeze a word in edgewise to put a rest to
their chatter. It was just a typical outing with the Sohma family for the girl.
When she found out about the trip she was completely
surprised. The Sohmas had done so much for her already, but a five-day stay in
a Hawaiian resort was almost too much. She must have thanked them more times
than she could count, and still she felt undeserving and grateful.
The others seemed excited about the trip as well. Even Hatori
hadn’t seemed all ice-cold at the prospect of warm sandy beaches and soft
waves.
Thinking of Hatori made her think of the strange way they
were all chosen by Akito to go on this vacation. No one questioned him in
normal circumstances, and when orders so frivolous came about, well, the best
thing to do was to take advantage of them. So, Hatori, Shigure, Ayame, Haru,
Yuki, Kyo, and Tohru were all on their way to Hawaii, and the rest of the
Sohmas were back in Japan. Why he had chosen that place or those people, Tohru
hadn’t the slightest idea. It did put a strange little knot inside the mass of
happiness brewing inside her that Akito seemed to know something that they
didn’t know about this vacation.
Tohru sighed and tuned back into the argument still taking
place. Whatever happened, this was going to be an adventure. That was for
certain.
* *
*
Well… what’d ya think? It’s just the first chapy… much more
to come (and cum… hehehe) … but, I
am afraid that I really SHOULD try and focus on those tests… (the play’s almost
over now… by the time I publish this, our last show will have gone up… *sniff*
I’ll miss it. I really will….) hmm… so the next chapy will haveta wait until at
least Thursday… at least… man… it’s storming here and my internet connection
just broke… damn it to hell… oh well… I can post this later when the storm goes
away… *sigh* so… that’s all I have to say… ttfn!
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