Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ He Said, She Said ❯ Part One - Yuki's POV ( Chapter 1 )

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HE SAID, SHE SAID Part One
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A follow up to the "I.M." storyline and more specifically "All for Love". A story in two parts about Yuki and Saki's relationship from the people themselves. This part is all Yuki. A shot of lemon-lime. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




It's strange how this all came about.

I was completely devastated when Tohru left. I wouldn't admit it to anyone and I put up a pretty brave front, but inside I was dead. I really did want the best for her. I still do. And if it was Haru she wanted...well I wasn't going to stand in the way. I know that my cousin is doing his best for her, and for their son. I wish them nothing but the best.

But...what about me?

All those things they have -- a house, a family -- I want those too. I crave them. I NEED them. Not because I'm still in love with Tohru, but because I've always wanted them. Who wouldn't crave those things that one's told they can't have?

While I kept that hope inside and a small look of confidence on my face, I slowly slipped deeper into a dark abyss. It's not that girls didn't want to go out with me. Plenty of them would ask me to dinners or special events. But I couldn't bring myself to go out with them. I felt that I would be using them when I knew in my heart that I could never love them.

I would never love again, of that I was certain.

And then...that rainy day....

The doorbell rang. It was most unexpected. Who would come to visit me? I had just moved into a new apartment, in a building owned by the Souma Corporation. Strange that the harder I tried to get away, the longer I stayed.

But stranger yet was the person on the other side of the door. I knew this person. We'd attended the same high school. We were both friends with Tohru. I suppose this person would be my friend too, although I'd never given it much thought.

"Konnichiwa, Souma-kun."

"Hana...jima-san?"

I hadn't seen her since...since the day my engagement to Tohru had ended. Like everyone else, she was shocked by the news, even if her expression barely changed. She was always good at hiding her emotions. How I envied that. Her only comforting thought was "it's probably for the best." Oh if I had a yen for each time I heard that after that night.

She and Uotani had sent me cards wishing me well, but we hadn't spoken since that night. I felt strangely rejuvenated seeing her on my door step. And I was curious about what would bring her here.

"Hai. Have I come at a bad time?"

"Iie. I just didn't...how are you?"

"I'm well. And you?"

"Fine. Umm...won't you come in?"

"Arigato."

I had meant to ask her a number of things -- why are you here, how did you find me -- but I asked her to come inside instead. Why those words should've come out first I'll never know. We've never been close, yet, I couldn't just turn her away. Perhaps she had news of Tohru. Did they still communicate, I wondered. Or was she in some kind of trouble? No, that seemed impossible. Uotani was the trouble maker, not Saki.

She looked no worse for wear as she settled onto my leather loveseat. It was a gift from Ayame. I think it was meant as a wedding present, but he gushed about it enough that I accepted with little argument. Some days there's no arguing with my brother. Most days I tend to avoid it.

Her dark hair was worn in its usual fashion, plated and slung over one shoulder. She was dressed in her usual black, but the form of the business suit was a bit...startling? Breathtaking? Surprising to be certain. Last I'd heard, she was working as a secretary in a law firm.

"Your probably wondering why I'm here," she stated simply. After I nod she continued, "I don't know."

I blinked, surprised. "You...don't know?"

"Iie. I just...felt like it."

A smile broke my usual stoic features and I couldn't help but chuckle. She looked at me a bit oddly, but I managed to ask, "How did you find me?"

"Your older brother."

Again, I blinked in surprise. "Ayame told you where I lived?"

"Well, not right away," she replied, a small smile of her own forming. "I was...asked...to model something for him. Then he told me where you lived."

"You modeled a piece of my brother's clothing?" I couldn't help but be in awe of this. "What did he--?"

"A dress that his assistant had been sewing together," she answered quickly, knowing my question. "It was nothing perverse I assure you. For if it had been, I would not be here."

There's a brief moment of silence as I stared at her from across the coffee table. She stared back and for a moment, I think I could see her power. That denpa that she has. Or perhaps it was my imagination. But for lack of a better phrase, there was a spark there. And that's how it all began.

Then we burst out laughing.

We started seeing each other regularly after that night. It was good to finally have a friend that understood me. Tohru understood me...and my curse. While Saki knew nothing about the curse, she was still my friend. I had forgotten how good it felt to have someone to confide in, to talk to, and just hang out with in general.

Sometimes we'd meet in town for lunch. Our favorite spot was a small cafe on the corner of DeWinter and Keichei. We'd sit in the corner, order a salad or a sandwich, and just silently bask in the other's presence. Or we would talk about our respective jobs and what a pain in the ass our coworkers could be at times, not to mention our bosses.

Other nights we'd get together at my place or go somewhere public to just relax and get the days worries off our minds. We talked about Tohru over dinner one night. I was surprised that Saki had not heard from Tohru in some time, but she was quick to reassure met that she was fine, Haru was fine and their son was very healthy. She even showed me a picture. He's a cute one, my little cousin. He looks like his mother. Hope he acts that way too.

We did this for two months before I finally asked Saki on a real date. It took some time because I didn't want to jump into another relationship for all the wrong reasons. Although, I think I'd been in a relationship the whole time, and never realized it. My heart soared when Saki agreed and I think the two of us became closer that day.

But then work got the better of us both. The holidays rolled by and duty and family separated us. We still talked over the phone, but it just wasn't the same. I started to have doubts. Perhaps I was rushing things. Granted I'd known Saki for a long time. Was this really right? Was I truly ready for another serious relationship?

The fact that she was Tohru's best friend made a difference as well.

But when she showed up at my house, unannounced, the day before New Year's Eve, I couldn't have been happier. Momiji was there visiting, but I know he kept our new relationship a secret, or at least somewhat. Shigure questioned me during the family get-together but I refused to give out any information. The last thing I wanted was for HIM to know about my relationship with Saki.

Her family...was another matter.

I returned the favor by showing up, unannounced, at her house on New Year's Day. Her father answered the door. I got a curious third degree until Saki's mother practically pulled me away and into the house. I must admit that it wasn't the way I had wanted to introduce myself to them, but they appeared to like me. Even Megumi, whom I'd met once or twice before, gave me a kind greeting...and the brotherly third degree.

It was out that we were dating now, at least to those few closest to us. I didn't mind. It actually felt...nice.

And the fact that she was Tohru's friend really meant nothing.

I loved her.

I DO love her.

Maybe that's what made our first time so...intimidating.

We'd been officially dating for three months. Some might think that that's too long to wait for sex. Still, sex had never really come up in conversation. The fact that I couldn't -- or wouldn't -- hug Saki didn't seem to bother her either. I was grateful for that. One of the reasons why I felt so at ease with her.

But that night...well, we just couldn't keep our hands off each other.

"Saki...chan," I muttered between kisses, barely able to pull myself away and put some distance between us on the couch. "Before this goes any further...I think there's something...you should...know."

"Your secret?" Whenever we talked about things like hugging, Saki always referred to it as "my secret". "I must admit I have always curious."

That made me pause. "Curious? About what?"

"Your vibes," she answered honestly, her fingers making freeform shapes on my half bared chest. Her eyes got this faraway look for a moment, then returned to the present. "I was always curious why the Sohma family has such strange vibes."

I smiled, but it faded quickly. My nerves hit the roof and I wanted to bolt. What if she was disgusted with my zodiac form? What if she no longer wanted to be with me? I questioned myself over and over. But her hand on my chest, her lips on my throat and the reaction my body was giving forced me to stay.

>>POOF<<

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her. It was impulsive and NOT how I had wanted to tell/show Saki about the curse. I just couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye. I feared her rejection.

"Yuki-kun?"

Such a tentative question. I can't say she sounded scared, but she was confused when the smoke cleared. I sighed, gathering as much courage as I could muster before speaking, "Down here, Saki-chan."

She looked down, the expression on her face little changed from the surprise. But her eyes did widen when she saw me. Or rather...saw a little, white rat sitting on the cushion next to her.

"Yuki-kun?"

I sighed again, this time audibly, and nodded. "Hai."

Gentle fingers picked me up, lifting me in the air until she could look me in the face. "Is this your secret?"

I nodded again. "Hai."

Then the most amazing sound filled the room. I had expected a scream, a shout or even a curse word. Instead, a steady stream of giggles began swirling in my ears. Then the sound started echoing from the walls. It got louder and louder until I realized that Saki was giggling.

And so was I.

"You're not surprised?"

"Of course I am," she replied, setting me back down on the couch. "But I had expected some big...I don't know...ox. Not a small, white rat."

That made me laugh harder. "There's already an ox," I told her without thinking. I looked at her curiously. "You're not...leaving?"

"Of course not," she stated. "Besides, I never really did like to run."

"I...was afraid...."

"I could feel it," she said, the hint of a loving smile gracing her features. "This is but a small obstacle, Yuki. We'll work through it."

And we did.

>>POOF<<

Right there on the couch.

"Are you sure about this, Saki?"

"Hai."

Or rather, the living room floor.

Not the most romantic spot, I think, but neither of us minded at the time. Hands and mouths moved as one. It took little time to go from fully clothed to completely naked. Of course, we moved around as we stripped. Our clothes ended up on the floor. Scattered. Somewhere. I'm not sure when we moved from the couch to the floor, all I can remember is her smooth skin, the sweet, raspberry smell of her hair, and the gentle pulsing of her denpa as she touched me.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Iie. It's...kind of nice."

"I see."

"Though, I know something that would feel even better."

"Nani?"

Grasping one of her hands gently in mine, I moved it between us. I groaned as her fingers wrapped around me for the first time. She gasped, her eyes trying to find that which she was touching. It was difficult to see in the position we were in -- her sprawled on the floor and me on my hands and knees above her. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and I saw her curiosity. Surely she saw my pleasure, because I didn't need to say anything.

Her hand began moving up and down over my erection in a slow rhythm. Occasionally she'd pause so the pad of her thumb could stroke the head, wiping away the pre-cum there. The first time she did so, she released me and raised her hand to her lips. I could've died watching her taste me. Before she could comment I leaned over and kissed her hard. Her hand returned to stroking me, but this time, she added just a touch of her denpa.

Gods but I thought the world would end!

The sound of her moans echoing through the living room kept driving me, pushing me to go further, faster. This was her first time though. I knew only because it had come up in conversation one day. I can't say I'm surprised. Saki just isn't that kind of girl.

But damn if she isn't good with her hands.

And her mouth.

Somehow she managed to flip us over -- me on the bottom and her on top. I can't say I could complain. No sooner than I realized what was happening her mouth engulfed the head of my penis and thought was lost to me. I had just enough consciousness to wonder how she knew what to do before giving myself over to the pleasure. So hot. So wet.

"Saki...stop.... Please."

Her mouth released me with an audible pop. I nearly flinched at the sound. It compounded my pain...and not a bad pain at that. The cool air only served to make me harder. Good gods but I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to last.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Iie."

"You look as if you're in pain."

"I am...kind of. It's...difficult to explain,"

She stretched upward, nearly covering my body with hers. She kept just enough distance between us to keep from triggering a transformation. "Try."

"I'm...holding back."

She looks at me curiously, brushing a piece of damp hair from my forehead. "I don't want you too."

"I don't want to either," I replied, returning the favor and planting my hand in hair. "I just wanted to be...somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" She looked confused, but her frown quickly turned into a small smile. "Ah. I see."

I pulled her down into a hungry kiss. I tried to flip us over once again, but she stopped me, both hands on my shoulders. My mind started to argue, but my body remained where it was. I felt the caress of her skin against mine, her thighs against my hips. Her warm center hovered above my straining erection and it's all I could do not to grab her hips and simply impale myself.

Through whatever silent connection binds us, she seemed to know what I'm thinking and quickly lowered herself on my erection. She winced, a small whimper escaping her lips as she broke our kiss. The tips of her hair grazed my chest as she sat upward, fully impaling herself on me. She moaned, closing her eyes as her body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

Then her eyes open and her body begins to move over mine. Our eyes remain locked until the very end. I'm the first to break the connection, my body letting go and drowning in a sea of hot, white light. She follows, murmuring my name. Her vaginal muscles milk me dry before she lifts herself off of my and settles at my side.

That's when the question slipped from my lips.

"Will you marry me, Saki?"

And her answer came just as quickly.

"Hai."

Head over heels, you think? Moving too fast, you think? That's all right, that's what I thought too. Especially when it came to that one final piece. The one thing we had to survive in order to be happy.

Akito.

If I may be honest, it didn't go quite as badly as I had thought it would. Hatori escorted both of us back to Akito's rooms. We took our places as several maids were told to leave the room. They were attending to his half-eaten lunch before being chased out. They ran like scared does in a car's headlights. And for a moment, I wished I could've run with them.

Saki and I talked a little about how this conversation might go. She knew the pros and cons of this meeting as well as I. I told her that he would put up and argument. I told her that he would try to make her feel guilty. He might even go as far as to physically hurt one of us.

And halfway through the conversation he didn't disappoint.

I had stated our reason for being there. He laughed at first. He thought it was funny. No, amusing. Very amusing. He laughed so hard he nearly doubled over in pain. When he collected himself he kneeled down in front of me and cupped my face in his hands. Cold hands.

The hands of death.

"You have no idea what you're saying," he said to me in a strangely quiet tone. "She's bewitched you. You don't know--"

"I know what I'm asking," I replied. "And I will ask again. Will you grant me permission to marry Saki?"

He looks from me to Saki then back to me. As soon as our eyes meet again I can see the change. See the evil that lurks just behind the wall of iris. And before I knew it, he picked up a bowl from his lunch tray and threw it, standing in the process and screaming some irate babble.

"How dare you?! If I say you don't know, then you don't know! You don't know what your asking! You don't!"

The bowl he threw broke just inches from where Saki was sitting. She barely moved as it shattered beside her and I was grateful that she didn't retaliate with her denpa, although the bastard would've deserved it.

I could feel my blood rising to a boil. How dare I? How dare HE?! He can hurt me all he wants but he will never hurt her. Never.

I stood so quickly I started even Saki. I looked down at her and I'm sure she saw my anger. I lifted a hand out for her and she accepted, albeit curiously. I helped her to stand and pulled her along behind me as we walked to the door.

That's when Akito's childish outburst turned into whimpering sobs.

"You can't leave me Yuki! Please...please, you can't leave."

I turned to look at him, stepping between himself and my fiance. "But I will. You've done this my entire life. And not just to me. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of suffering for you."

"But you should," he whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I suffer for you."

"No, you don't suffer for me. You suffer because others have told you it is your duty. People used to tell me that all the time. YOU told me that all the time." I felt my own eyes swell with unshed tears. I refused to cry though as I continued, "No more. I'm grown now. I will make my own decisions with or without you. Shigure and Rin have left you behind. Haru's done the same. Why shouldn't I?"

At the mention of my cousins, Akito cringed. This had been a touchy subject with him since it happened. He told them to leave. Was he regretting his decision now?

"Please Yuki, not you too. Not you."

"Give me a reason," I told him. "Give me a reason to stay."

"You...you can...get married," he muttered in defeat. His body seemed to cave in and he dropped to his hands and knees on the floor. Saki moved to help him, but I stopped her with one outstretched arm.

"He's barely breathing," she whispered to me.

"Let him be," I whispered back.

"You...can marry...her," Akito continued, one hand clutching his chest as the other raked the hardwood floor. "But...you must...do something...for me."

"Yuki--?"

"What do I have to do?" I asked, keeping Saki again at bay. He wasn't getting help until this was settled.

"You...you're child...first born *gasp* will be...the next *cough* *weeze* the chosen one."

"Yuki--?"

"You think that will keep me in the family, when I've been trying to get out for so long?"

"Please...." Akito looked up at us, one hand reaching out for me as he continued to shake and cough. "You always say *weeze* that...what I have *cough* is not a curse. Prove it. Do you think *gasp* *cough* you can...do better?"

This intrigued me, if nothing else. I still didn't think it was enough to keep me in the room, but when Saki had opened the door and called for Hatori, I knew the decision had been made. My body should've been reluctant to help, but instead it rushed forward and helped Akito to sit on his bed. He didn't fight or argue. There were no more harsh words or temper tantrums.

To be honest, I haven't heard from him since. He's not even coming to the wedding. Most interesting.

Speaking of which....

"What kind of ceremony do you want to have?"

"Is this cake too small?"

"How many people are we inviting?"

We've spent nearly a month planning the happy event. It's been very time consuming. Full of appointments, phone calls and fittings. We had to have the right style of cake. The perfect color of flowers. The right decorations.

And then there's the meeting with my brother...which brings us to the present.

"I can't believe they're late."

"They'll be here."

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?"

"WE agreed to this. And he's your brother. You've both been through a lot recently. It'll be good to talk."

"Did he ask you to say that?"

"Only after I modeled something for him."

"Please tell me you're joking."

A smile. "Hai."

We've been sitting at the same table for the past twenty minutes. It's now thirty-five past noon. Ayame and his girlfriend - or should I say fiancé, I'm not sure if he's proposed or not - should've been here five minutes ago. Knowing him, he probably procrastinated, or had to stop to look at something in a window.

"Yuki?"

I start, looking across the table at my fiancé. "Nani?"

Saki sits her drink back onto the table and nods to some point behind me. "They're here."

I turn around and there they are. Ayame and Mine. It's the first time I've actually sat down to talk to my brother in...months? Perhaps years. We've never really gotten along, although, in his own way, Ayame has tried to understand me. I've tried to understand him too. But we both came to the realization that understanding was probably not possible.

And that was okay.

Everything is okay, I think. I'm finally getting everything I want, although it's from a most unexpected source. I'm happy. And it's good to see my brother smiling like the idiot I know he is.

I know. I know everything is okay.

And it will only get better.


~TO BE CONTINUED~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^