Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Greed ❯ I aint a dress up doll, yo! ( Chapter 1 )

C Title: I ain't a dress up doll, yo!

LJ Author: pikapicokitt

Theme: fan/slash

Fandom: Fruits Basket/Advent Children

Pairing: Akito x Reno

Rating: PG-13 for the moment (foul language)

Disclaimer: I do not own either series and have no damned clue where this whole blurb of a crack fic game from…

 

 

Reno stared at Rude with a look that could kill, hands fisted at his side.

 

“I am NOT going through with this, yo”

 

His face twisted in anger when Rude snickered, the bitchy look going so well with the turks current attire.

 

“It looks good on you… let's finish the look off”

 

There was a bit of a struggle as Rude tried to snatch away the male's hair band, an atrocious act in Reno's mind.

 

“Don't even think about it! The hair's off limits, man”

 

The bulkier male shook his head, resorting to pinning the redhead down and extracting the tie from those fiery locks.

 

“It's gotta be down for this to work right. Stop complainin' so much”

 

Reno sulked, arms crossed in front of his fake bosom before he dropped them, clenching his fists. He had every intention of making Rude's life a living hell for this. Not only was his hair falling everywhere in an unwanted do, he was wearing a formal kimono; a FEMALE'S formal kimono. He socked Rude in the face when the man gave him a perverted grin, hiking up the ends of his attire and stomping off in a clownish fashion.

 

“Just think of the money you'll be earning if you can play it off!”

 

Rude snickered as his partner stalked off in the direction of the restaurant he was scheduled to be present at a dinner for. It was a crap job, he knew it, but if they could get the information needed they'd be a lot richer. All Reno had to do was make everyone believe he was a woman…that was harder said than done and Rude was positive he wouldn't last the night. Oh the mocking the flame-haired turk would receive when all was said and done then, Rude needed to remember to borrow a camera before the night was done.

 

They entered the diner, the `maiden' and her escort there to entrance the head of a family business with the title Sohma. Reno scanned the room, intent on holding up his end of the bargain since he had been so unwillingly shoved into it. He repeated the amount of money in his head over and over, telling himself he could get through it all for the amount of money they'd be receiving. He sat down beside one of the other family heads, having met the man name Tashikawa earlier; Reno was there to be his daughter.

 

“Not bad… but you should have cut that obscene mullet of yours”

 

The elder man whispered to Reno who flared with inward anger. It wasn't bad enough his hair had been man handled; now he was being mocked for it's shape and told to cut it. There would be a stop to that; Reno was doing the old man a favor after all.

 

“You're lucky you got what you see, yo. Who'm I courtin' anyway?”

 

Tashikawa pointed to the glowering figure toward the middle of the table opposite of them, Reno's face twisting in confusion as he leaned back over toward the man.

 

“I thought the deal was to demoralize a dude, that's a chick ain't it?”

 

He frowned at the shake of the old man's head, turning his aqua eyes back toward the rather tiny form. He couldn't see how the petite creature he was staring at could be a male, not unless he was twelve; the fact the boy was wearing a men's suit meant nothing to Reno.

 

“You sure? I didn't sign up to mess with no child, man”

 

“I assure you, Akito-san is of age and male. He is seventeen and head of the Sohma estate”

 

“And the guys got a fortune at his disposal… and you want me to get him to propose a weddin'? I can't say I really see your logic, yo…”

 

Rude shook his head, having been listening the whole time and finally butted into their before dinner whispers of conversation.

 

“In high-class families it's important to produce heirs for the head positions…marriages are done through binding contract and if `is daughter's name ends up on those papers they get a claim to the fortune, ya understand?”

 

Reno's mouth shaped an O and he nodded, his eyes turning back toward the feminine looking heir. Tashikawa had a real daughter, but she was in no shape to do the courting apparently from how the geezer talked. The bell for dinner sounded and the room grew quiet, it was now time for Reno to `work his magic'.