Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Backseat Driver ❯ First Gear ( Chapter 1 )

Backseat Driver

By, Jamie1317kast

 

I've done it, you've done it, we all do it at some point. At some point in our American lives, we all take the horrible, and evil class known only as… Drivers Ed.

 

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Natsuki Takaya, not me.

 

AN~ including the one and only Madabuchi Trio! Witness the horror and the laughs as Ha'ri, `Gure, and Aya strive to achieve their driver's licenses.

 

Rated R just because `Gure and Aya are in the same fic together.

 

First Gear:

 

It was a nice, sunny day. Perfect for young lovers to get out and enjoy themselves by annoying their chaperones. And, speaking of a certain pair of devils, here they come now…

“ Oh, `Gure-san, isn't it the most wonderful day?” Aya cheerfully exclaimed, permanently attaching himself onto Shigure's arm.

“ Any day is wonderful if you're by my side, Aya.” Shigure glanced over to Ayame, his brown eyes full of mischief.

The two of them took their opposite arms and gave each other the thumbs up. “ Yes!” Smiling cheerfully, oblivious, as usual, to Hatori's cold glare.

“ Come on, you two. We don't want to be late.” Hatori walked past his foolish cousins, hoping that they would have the common sense to follow him.

 

The clear spring air wafted a gentle breeze across the boy's foreheads, cooling them on their walk from Sohma House to the private teaching school. It had all been Shigure's idea, hopefully one of his better ones. Hatori had already decided to be one of the few Japanese to receive his driver's license, and Shigure had suggested that as long as Ha'ri was getting his; he and Aya might as well get theirs.

So here they were, standing before a rather small building on the edge of town. Since less than half of the Japanese population actually owned or drove cars of any kind, the practice wasn't tied to their school curriculum. Which meant, of course, that the boys would have to attend a private class.

The bumpy parking lot was littered with orange cones and painted lines. Random pot holes were scattered along the pavement at inconvenient turns and cardboard replicas of people, walls, and stoplights were strewn throughout the lot.

The building itself looked no larger than the size of a regular classroom. The paint on the front sign was old and peeling, swaying and squeaking in the sudden harsh wind. A couple of the windows had bullet holes in the glass panes, and Shigure could swear he saw a random tumbleweed bounce by.

Oddly quieted by the sight before them, the now nervous trio advanced warily across the sandy parking lot. That simple journey seemed to take forever, as if they were staggering towards the last human outpost in the American desert, rather than walking a few brisk yards across an abandoned lot. When they finally reached the door, all three boys collapsed upon it at once, falling through the threshold into one giant heap.

“ Shigure.” Hatori gasped from somewhere within the pile, “ I do believe that your butt is in my face.” Shigure pouted, and wiggled his hips. His teasing was rewarded by a slap on the ass.

“ Ow!” He yelped, falling to the side and wriggling out of the heap of bodies and tangled limbs. “ Ha-san, that hurt.” He complained, rubbing his ass as though it had sustained serious damage.

“ It wouldn't hurt if you didn't tease me.” Hatori replied coldly, disentangling himself from Aya. Shigure and Aya both pouted, then, exchanged a look of mischievous daring behind Hatori's back. Winking back to his partner in crime, Aya stood to brush himself off.

“ But life's no fun if we don't tease you, Tori-san.” Ayame took care not to let Hatori noticed that Shigure was sneaking up behind their unsuspecting cousin. Hatori turned his full attention to Aya, ready to make a comeback when an odd sensation caused him to stop, words falling dead at his lips.

Shigure had succeeded in sneaking up behind his taller cousin, and, wrapped his arms around Hatori. Trailing finger-light touches along Hatori's stomach and chest, Shigure whispered softly into Hatori's ear. He was completely aware that, not only was Hatori shaking, he was aroused as well.

“ You like it when we tease you, Ha'ri.” His breath puffing far too close to Hatori's ear for comfort. “ I know you do, there's no denying the truth.” And, leaning in even closer, his fingers now tracing patterns on Hatori's chest, Aya's hands holding his hips still, Shigure gently nipped the Dragon's ear. Hatori shivered involuntarily, Shigure and Ayame grinning wolfishly to each other from cheek to cheek.

Stepping back from Hatori, the boys surveyed the room into which they had fallen. There was a small receptionists' desk off to their right, complete with a computer, office phone, and littered with official-looking papers. A brass plaque proclaimed the name of the owner of the desk.

“ Li, Ryoko.” Shigure breathed softly, taking in the woman's name. Ignoring Hatori's warning of other people's personal space, Shigure stalked over behind the desk, sitting himself comfortably in the plush, swivel chair. Pivoting himself back and forth on the chair, Shigure observed that the front office resembled a dentists' waiting room, including magazines on a small, wooden table. The trio was alone, there was not another soul in sight.

Shigure took this advantage to search through the drawers on the desk. His eyes surveying the discarded papers and pictures. Fingers lingering over a particular photo that happened to catch his eye. On impulse, Shigure picked it up.

“ Put it down. Do you want to get caught?” Hatori unsuccessfully glared at Shigure, attempting to guilt-trip him into releasing property that didn't belong to him. The Dragon's patience dropped another notch when his idiot cousin raised up his feet to settle them on the desk's hard surface.

“ I'm fine right where I am, Ha'ri.” Shigure's normally playful eyes were glimmering with challenge, and he locked onto Hatori's eyes with a daring stare. There were times such as this, when Shigure challenged Hatori's authority as the leader of their small pack. Times, when Shigure was completely serious, and dared Hatori to usurp him.

Hatori, he was no Dog and he had no such instincts, bit his lip to silence himself. Shigure, pleased that he had gotten what he wanted, turned back to contemplating the photo. It was a wedding picture, and Shigure took to looking it over with interest. The man wore a simple black suit, his long black hair was tied back into a ponytail much like Kazuma's. On the man's pale face, his dull green eyes seemed to shine out from beneath his hair. Looking closer, Shigure turned his attention to the woman in the photo. Her red eyes sparkled against her tan skin, and her shoulder-length black hair hung down, unadorned.

Glancing around quickly, Shigure made Hatori was distracted as he shoved the picture into his breast pocket. He was sure he had seen that man before, but he wasn't sure where.

A sound caught his attention a moment too late, and a gentle pair of hands had been placed on his shoulders. “ Would you mind giving me back my seat?” Turning, Shigure was met with a woman's breasts.

Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from them, he looked up into a woman's tan face. She had short blue hair, with two long blue braids that hung down into Shigure's lap. What was most startling about her Asian physical appearance, were her bright blue eyes.

Unaware that he was even moving, Shigure surrendered the chair. Hatori took this opportunity to pull Shigure back out from behind the desk, and to apologize for his idiot cousin. Shigure didn't even hear him.

“ Non, non. It's quite alright.” She replied laughing, her chest bouncing with each intake of breath. All three boys were instantly hypnotized. “ So, who has your papers? Ah, it must be this handsome young man with the responsible looking face.” She indicated a blushing Hatori, who handed over their registration forms.

“ Good, good.” She mused, looking over the papers. “ So you're all Sohma, huh?” All Shigure could do in response was nod.

“ Well, we'll start class right away, then. We won't actually be driving today, I'm afraid.” Two sighs of disappointment. “ You've gotta learn the rules of the road first.” She grinned.

Ryoko, for that was indeed her name, led the trio into a small classroom. The chalkboard held a diagram or too and several notes. Ayame simply read the notes, Hatori scribbled them down, and Shigure daydreamed.

 

“ Shigure, Shigure.” Hatori's voice woke him. Shigure blinked, looking around the small classroom.

“ Wha-?” He started to say. Hatori cut him off.

“ It's time to head home. Let's go.” Shigure sat up, he'd daydreamed away the entire class. “ Don't we get to drive? Where'd our Sensei go? How long was I asleep?” Sighing, and helping Shigure out of his seat, Hatori managed to answer every question. “ Not today. She's out front. The whole class, you can copy my notes.”

Thanking Hatori, Shigure made his way to the front lobby, suddenly painfully aware of the picture he had stolen. He couldn't put it back now, then Ryoko would know that he'd stolen it in the first place.

She waved goodbye to them, cheerfully, her breasts bouncing as she did so. Once again, Shigure was captivated.

Aya turned to him once they were well on their way back to the main house, “ We go back next Saturday, `Gure-san. Isn't it grand? I learned a lot today, what did you learn, `Gure-san?”

Shigure struggled for an answer, the truth was embarrassing. “ Let me guess,” Hatori began, “ you spent half the class trying to look up her skirt, then, when that couldn't be accomplished, you fell asleep and stuck her into one of your porn fantasies.” Shigure face faulted.

“ Oh come on Ha'ri!” Shigure gathered his composure. “ Don't tell me you weren't staring at her breasts.”

Blushing furiously, Hatori turned away from his perverted cousin. “ Of course I wasn't…” he began, walking faster to get away from his constant tormentors. They followed close behind him, of course, teasing Hatori into a raging blush. Shigure knew for sure that he was going to enjoy taking Drivers Ed.

 

To be continued…