Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Over the Hills and Far Away ❯ Happy Ever After ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Over the Hills and Far Away
A Co-write/Alternate Universe/Songfic from Aubreys_Master and BizarreLoveTriangle

Disclaiming: We don’t own. We don’t claim to. We just like writing stories. Please don’t sue us. Kthx.

Chapter 4

By the end of the week, Hatori was actually considering going to church, if only to get those old bats downtown to stop calling him a devil worshiper. He didn't really care, but it was starting to irritate him, and he could tell the constant whispering about him was hurting Ayame too.


Actually, in the end, it was Shigure who made an appeal to Hatori to go to church. He explained that with any gossip involving a 'woman' it honestly was only a matter of time before someone got the idea to say she was loose. And he most definitely would not have anyone accusing Ayame of such a thing. Hatori offered him a tired look, and sighed, but agreed anyway. He still couldn't care less what they thought about him, but he'd do this for Ayame.


The silly towns people were surprised to see their local 'devil man' appearing at church. Shouldn't he burst into the flames or something for stepping on holy ground?
As the man of his household, Shigure had to go out and speak with people, but Ayame was free to do as he wished, so he stuck close to Hatori in case anyone came to bother him. The doctor's French could still use improvement. Hatori was actually having a wonderful time speaking in Japanese with Ayame and Shigure, while the villagers stared on in bewilderment.

"Haa-san, you never change." His best friend chuckled shortly at the doctor's blatant taunting of the other people. It was funny, but Shigure was still having a bitch of a time convincing them that Hatori really wasn't an evil devil worshipper who was speaking in tongues.

"Would you have me any other way?" Hatori countered, with a smirk.

"Non," Ayame purred quietly from where he was standing next to the doctor. It was soft enough, that in the noise of the room only Hatori heard him.

"No, no." Shigure laughed, he was quite unaware of his husbands comment. "But I think they want to put some Holy water on you or something."

Hatori snorted in amusement. "And when I don't burst into flames and start screaming in pain, they'll have to give up these ridiculous suspicions of theirs, won't they?"

"Potentially." Shigure agreed with a grin. "But they like having something to gossip about."

"Hm, I suppose it's worth the sacrifice, to keep them amused." He shrugged a bit. "Besides, it's fun to tease them." He added with a small smirk.


It didn't actually matter either way, because the priest who appeared was appalled to see such an 'unclean' man in his church and was prompt in blessing and cleansing him. That seemed to make the people happy enough, and Aaya later assured the doctor of this. Hatori was sure there was something in Buddhism that frowned upon being baptized in a Catholic church, but he just ignored it anyway, and moved on. Though, it was a bit cold outside with wet hair. Once all of that was out of the way, Shigure insisted the doctor come have lunch with them. The coy smile that his younger 'wife' graced upon Hatori made it rather impossible for the man to refuse.

Hatori agreed with a small sigh. "I think they just unwillingly converted me." He muttered under his breath to Shigure. "Can that happen without the converter being informed?"

"They just raped you of your religion, Haa-san." Shigure confirmed.

"I thought there was something against Catholic baptisms mentioned somewhere." He nodded.

"I think so." The writer grinned back at him. "But, I never cared much for any religion, so I have no idea."

"Idiot." Hatori snorted slightly, though he still couldn't help but feel the stares of the villagers on him. "You're SURE they don't still think I'm possessed?" He asked Ayame, wanting to make sure.

"Oui?" The younger blinked. "They still think you an odd foreigner though."

"Ah." He nodded a bit. "That explains the staring."

Shigure snorted and they continued on their way to the house. Upon arrival the writer went upstairs to get out of his nice church clothes and wash up, while Aaya went into the kitchen. He'd decided despite how his dress tended to get in the way he would just leave it on. Hatori followed Ayame into the kitchen, and quickly placed a peck on his cheek, to show it was him. Shigure's 'wife' glanced over his shoulder cautiously before turning fully and hugging the doctor around the neck.

"Thank you for going with us today." The whispering rumors had been rather hard on him.

"Mmm, I did it for you." He brushed it off lightly, placing a few more kisses in various places on his lover's face, ears, and neck between words. The French creature smiled, but they had to halt all this when they heard Shigure. They pulled apart quickly and Ayame turned around and set about cooking while Hatori went to sit at the table. The writer came up behind his husband, hugging him around the waist and whispering for him to go change out of the dress, in French. When Aaya nodded Shigure kissed him softly before releasing him. Ayame cast a short glance at Hatori before going to do what his husband had said.

Hatori had been oddly quiet during that, keeping his gaze almost carefully off of them. He knew, on some level, that it really wasn't his place to be jealous of Shigure--after all, he was the one Ayame had actually married--but that's exactly what he was. Jealousy. And it was driving him mad with its severity. The brunette smiled fondly after his gorgeous spouse before sitting down at the table with Hatori.

"It meant a lot to Aaya that you came today. He was very unhappy about how they were talking about you." He told his friend honestly.

"I didn't care." He shrugged, his tone a bit flat, even though he tried to hide it. He'd never been too good at hiding things from Shigure; he was just lucky he'd been able to hide everything as long as he had.

Shigure snorted at him. "I know you didn't. I've known you long enough to know those sort of things don't bother you."

Hatori just drew a knee up to his chest, and rested his chin on it. "The harder they try, the less insulting it is."

"The more amusing it is." His cousin corrected, his glance straying when Aaya returned and started making lunch for his lover and his husband.


During lunch, Hatori almost purposefully avoided Ayame's gaze, not wanting to get any ideas or...desires in front of Shigure. Or say something stupid, which would give them away. It really didn't occur to him, until later, that that was almost as suspicious. He still didn't think Shigure had any clue, though. Ayame made sure to distract his husband. It was actually more of a way to distract himself. It was hard to eat at this table with Shigure. Since, he and Hatori had–
Aaya shifted slightly in his seat, biting his lower lip for a moment to push that particular memory back down until he wasn't in the room with his husband. Perhaps today was not a good day to have the doctor come over. Either way, once they were all done eating, Ayame wrapped his arms around his husband neck, leaning close to his ear as he whispered something in French. The writer turned and kissed him quickly as he got up.

"Oui, Oui, Aaya." He murmured, "You stay and keep Haa-san company, I'll go get it and be right back." Aaya looked at the doctor and bit his lower lip coyly as the writer went to get his shoes and coat.

"What did you send him after?" Hatori wondered disinterestedly, reaching over and idly playing with a bit of Ayame's hair.

"Tea." The younger pulled away and went over to one of the cabinets; he drew out a jar and then dumped all the contents out carefully. Only then did he return to his lover. Hatori smiled softly, and placed a small kiss on his lips. It really was sweet; Ayame was wasting money for him.
Aaya hugged him loosely and kissed back. "I wish I could just ask 'Gure for a new table." He mumbled against the other's lips.

"What?" Hatori blinked, pulling back a bit, interested to see what Ayame meant by that. The smaller man kissed absently at the doctor's jaw line as he explained.

"It would not be a problem if you ‘ad not decided to be so very intimate with me on it." He giggled lightly.

"I like to think it was a worthy cause." He murmured, he remembered that fondly.

"Oh, so would I, love." Aaya purred pressing closer to him. "But 'Gure ‘as to eat ‘ere and it's really rather bothersome to be thinking about such things while ‘e's sitting just a little ways away."

"Tell you what," He breathed contentedly, letting his forehead rest against Ayame's. "Next time, we'll do it on MY kitchen table. Better?"

Ayame chuckled and smiled. "Yes, much better. Merci." he added teasingly.

"You're welcome." He replied, with another slow kiss.

"Mmm," The beautiful creature that was practically in Hatori's lap sighed. "You are much loved 'atori." He remembered to speak in Japanese, but his grammar slipped into French. Hatori smiled softly at him. He really was too cute.

"Watashi wo maro no ai nimo." He breathed into the other's ear, running his fingers through his hair still. (I love you too) The younger hugged him tighter, and they had some time to sit like that before Shigure would come back with the tea he never really needed to go get to begin with.


Of course, there was a great deal of jumping apart, once he did return, that Hatori would just as soon to not have to do. But, he knew that if he wished to preserve his friendship, and Ayame's marriage, they'd need to keep hiding it. Ayame hurriedly went to greet his husband, kissing him gratefully so he wouldn't have a chance to notice any of the flush on his face. Then once they broke apart, Shigure was free to think it was from the just finished kiss.

"Hello to you too Aaya." The writer grinned, wrapping an arm around the other's waist and kissing him again. Then he offered up the tea, which Ayame took and hurried to make and put into the empty jar.

"I should be going." Hatori informed them both, tossing a subtle, yet meaningful, look at Ayame before bowing to Shigure and heading off for the door. He really did need to get home. Aaya licked his lips unhappily as Shigure went to see his friend to the door. The pretty thing already had plans to go visit Hatori tomorrow. Of course, he had to get through the night with Shigure first. Since the brunette proceeded to accost his 'wife' with kisses only a short while after the doctor was gone.


Hatori was quite happy to see Ayame the next day, but the poor thing looked quite ragged.

"Are you all right?" He asked, doctoring instincts taking over, as he shut the door behind his lover.

The silver haired man waved it off absently. "Oui," 'Gure hadn't let him sleep much. But he had still wanted to come see the doctor anyways. Hatori sighed, and placed a gentle kiss on top of his head before leading him over to one of the chairs he'd purchased, in addition to the traditional Japanese furniture he'd brought with him from Japan. Aaya got a hold of his wrist and drew him downwards until their lips met.
"Do not fuss, 'Tori, I am fine." He promised softly.

"I'm a doctor, it's my job to fuss." He pointed out, sitting down on a cushion, once the kiss had broken.

"There is no need to fuss over me right now." The younger giggled. "Save it for one of your patients?" He suggested with a wry smile.

"I don't seem to have too many of those lately." He sighed a bit, shaking his head, though he was still smiling slightly, despite the slight lessening. Those stupid villagers were probably afraid he'd rob them, or something.

"Oh?" Ayame looked concerned about that. He knew Hatori had money, but he would use that up if he didn't make more.

"Mmm, it's not a problem yet."
His lover muttered something exceedingly rude in French about those idiots in town. Anyone with half a brain could tell that Hatori hadn't really been guilty of that robbery. "Try not to worry about it." Hatori suggested, almost lightly. "I told you, it's not a problem yet. So don't get upset."

"'Tori," Ayame whined lightly, crawling out of the chair and then over against him. "They are very rude now about where you and 'Gure come from. I ‘ate listening to it, none of it's true."

"What do they say?" He asked idly, running a finger up and down the other's spine. It might very well be true, though, he'd like to think it wasn't. He was still quite fond of Japan--it was his home, no matter where he lived.

"They talk like everything different about you makes them better." His little lover frowned darkly. "Nous sommes tous les mêmes aux yeux de Dieu." They were all the same in the eyes of god, they should know that if they were really as religious as they claimed to be with their high and mighty preaching.

"Well, that’s not true." Hatori admitted, then added teasingly, "Our tea is still far superior to yours." Before placing a kiss on top of Ayame's head.

"Oui," Aaya agreed halfheartedly, melting against the doctor. There was apparently no arguing this subject with the man.

"Ayame, I mean it." He really was quite serious, as far as good tea went. "You haven't lived until you've tried green tea, or has Shigure given you some already?"

The younger giggled lightly. "Do not fear, 'Tori, 'Gure would never do something as blasphemous as not allow me to try green tea." He smiled up at his lover. "But sadly, I am a French lady at ‘eart and still prefer my Rose tea."

"Hmm, lady indeed." He snorted; placing several light kisses over his lover's face.

"That is the appearance I must keep up." Ayame's chuckled. He made a light humming noise, and gave Ayame a proper kiss, before breathing against his lips.

"Maybe not forever."

"Quoi?" Aaya wondered, eyes drooping half shut with the kiss.

"Nnn, don't worry about it for now," Hatori shook his head, before properly distracting the younger again. His French kitten purred happily for him. He was quite thoroughly distracted and forgot Hatori had said anything at all. He didn't even have to worry about when he needed to be home today, since he told Shigure he was going to visit the doctor for the afternoon.


Hatori even managed to keep his promise to Ayame, to be sure to sexually soil his own kitchen table, before the afternoon was done.

"There." He panted finally. "We're even. You don't have to buy a new table now."

Ayame giggled helplessly in between is puffs for breath. "Merci, 'Tori-san." He managed out before drawing the older man back to him for a 'thank you kiss'.

"Mm! You're very welcome!" Hatori smiled dryly, brushing Ayame's bangs out of his face affectionately.


Their affair, which still remained secret, had many... fun mornings like that. Occasionally they relocated to Shigure's house when they had no fear of him catching them. But, one day Aaya came to Hatori with a small problem.

"It is time for 'im to go to Lyone and Nìce again." The fairer pouted unhappily, his accent coming out heavily with his upset. "'e wants me to go with, like usual." Hatori looked decidedly dishearten over that.

"That really is too bad." he commented, in a subdued manner.
Ayame sat brooding in the doctor's house. If he went that would be about a months worth of time with no Hatori and an endless amount of time with Shigure. He needed a way out of this. Immediately. When an idea did finally come to him, he crawled over seductively to his lover.

"'atori," he purred. "Shigure 'as to go on this trip and I cannot just stay for no reason, that would be far to suspicious. But if I am far too sick to go ‘e will not make me. Non, ‘e will call on you to take care of me in ‘is absence. You will do this for ‘im, no?”

"Of course." Hatori agreed, with a small nod. "In fact, you do feel a bit warm to me." He murmured, jokingly, upon placing a kiss on Ayame's forehead.

His cousin-in-law smiled. "Oh dear, 'Gure is leaving in two days! I ‘ope I am not getting sick." he replied playing along happily.

"Hmm, as your doctor, I really must insist that you not travel ill." He stated, and then added in a perfectly serious tone, "As a professional, of course."

"But of course." Aaya agreed. "Poor 'Gure will just 'ave to go without me."


Two days later when Shigure and Ayame were getting things packed up, the younger put his little deception into motion.

"'Gure," Aaya mumbled. "I am feeling unwell." He sat down heavily in a chair.

"Oh?" The writer looked back at him with concern.

"Oui," his husband sighed, closing his eyes. "Moi tête nage." he complained softly. He purposely spoke in French to be more 'convincing'. He felt Shigure's hand on his forehead a moment later.

"Should I go get Haa-san?"

"S'il tu plaît."
So the brunette nodded and hurried to get his shoes and coat. Ayame sighed once he was gone. He felt a little bit guilty about lying now.


Hatori was quick to answer his door. He was half expecting Shigure, but the rest of him was still waiting for some poor, ill soul to wander up to his door, in search of a doctor.

"Haa-san." The shorter man sweat dropped when questioned as to what he needed. "Fate is no friend of mine. I'm leaving in the next half hour and Aaya says he's sick." He had no reason to doubt his husband’s claims.

"Oh?" He sighed a bit; they were going to be so busted if this didn't work. "What does he say is wrong?"

"He said his head was swimming, and he didn't look all that wonderful either." The not so wonderful look was just rather convenient nerves. Ayame knew that they were going to be caught in their own lie if this didn't work properly.

"Hm, alright." He nodded, going to get his shoes.


The writer was most grateful and they made their way back to his house once the doctor had his things. It wasn't much longer before that carriage appeared to cart him away. He was very unhappy about leaving Ayame home while he was sick. But he felt he could trust his best friend to take care of his husband. So he hugged them both and hurried off.

"It worked." Hatori commented a few minutes after Shigure was out of sight. His lover ran a hand through his long hair with anxiety before coming to stand next to the doctor.

"Bon," He mumbled. That had been a little nerve wracking.

"You're alright?" Hatori wanted to make sure that the stress hadn't actually made Ayame sick.

"Oui," He blinked up at him with pretty amber colored eyes. "I was worried 'e would not go at first." He explained with a small sigh.

"And yet, he did." He pointed out, with a small smile, leaning down and claiming a gentle kiss. "Which means I have you to myself, for the time being."

"Oh!" Aaya gasped happily. "I am all a quiver!" he taunted softly when they parted again.

"The ill shouldn't mock." Hatori shot back with a smirk, as he drew Ayame closer, into an embrace.

"I am sorry, doctor." The younger purred out in a silky soft tone. "I shall behave from now on?" He suggested idly.

"Well, I didn't say you needed to do that."

Ayame giggled and hugged him loosely around the neck. "Yes, that would ruin all your fun would it not?" If he were behaving he would have gone with Shigure.

"Mmm, quite a bit of it." He admitted with a small nod.

"And we certainly can not 'ave that." His shorter cousin-in-law breathed out slowly on his lips. The next few weeks were going to be rather enjoyable.

"It would be quite the tragedy." He agreed teasingly, nipping contentedly at his lover's lips.

"You make me very 'appy. It is the least I can do to return the favor." Ayame assured him.

"I think you've already done that sufficiently."

Aaya blushed a pale pink color. "Non," he disagreed. "It can never be enough. Not after what you 'ave done for me."

"Ayame," He sighed, moving so that he was pinning Ayame to the floor. "You've given me something I haven't had since Kana left. I think that's more than a suitable thank you gift."

"I love you, 'atori." The beautiful creature sighed softly. "I would like to keep thanking you for a long time."

"I love you too." He breathed out. "And hopefully, you'll be able to."

"I begin to wish fate 'ad let me meet you first." The younger mumbled sadly. He was very tired of lying to his dear Shigure.

"You're just beginning to?" He asked, with raised eyebrows. "Should I feel insulted?"

"I 'ad thought it would be okay, at first, as long as 'e did not know." Ayame admitted tiredly. "But now? Non." Every time he went to Hatori's he wished he could just stay there and not go back to Shigure. Hatori sighed a bit, and sat up, thus allowing Ayame to do the same.

"I'm sorry this is so hard on you."

Aaya sifted his fingers through his hair as he got to a sitting position.

"Non," He shook his head. "I should 'ave known better. You can not be a slave to two masters." The younger man quoted the bible carefully.

"You're NOT a slave." Hatori insisted with a small frown.

"It is not literal, 'atori." His lover teased him with a small smile.

"Metaphor, or otherwise, it's still not true."

"Even if I would not mind being your slave?" The other taunted mercilessly.

"I have no use for slaves." He promised with a soft kiss.

"Hmm, then what am I if not a slave for your love?" He wondered. He is an author's wife. He has the right to be poetic like that every now and again.

"You're--" He paused, and thought it over for a moment. "You." It sounded horribly cliché to his own ears, but it really was all he could say.

Ayame giggled. "I think we should stop now, we are beginning to sound like one of 'Gure's not so-good-novels." And with that he pressed his lips to the doctor's and licked there hungrily. And the sex directly following the terribly (terrible) romantic dialogue didn't sound like something Shigure would write at all, Hatori noted dryly, though he didn't go so far as to point this out to Ayame.




Over the next few days Ayame was Hatori's housewife to enjoy, whenever he wished, without fear of Shigure entering the room. They were both rather relaxed about that. But there was one little thing neither of them seems to be accrediting Shigure with. He loves Ayame. He came home early because he was worried about his wife. He left Lyon and arrived back his house early one morning, nearly a week before expected. This would explain how he caught Hatori and Ayame.

But he was one of the husbands, who opened the door to his bedroom, saw what was inside, frowned and went to wait downstairs. He hoped his husband and best friend had a damn good explanation. But he wasn't really so naïve as to not understand what he'd seen.

Which was probably good. Because, he'd had to be pretty damn naïve to not understand what two people, lying naked and asleep together meant. On the upside (if there was one) Hatori and Ayame got to wait until they woke up before they knew they'd gotten caught.

When Ayame came downstairs to make breakfast, Shigure finally made his presence known.

"Good morning, Aaya." He crooned gently.

The silver haired man made an odd squeaking noise. “'Gure! When did you get 'ome?" he asked, unarticulated and flustered.

"Just this morning. I'm rather hungry, would you mind cooking?" The author grinned. Ayame just nodded and scurried quickly into the kitchen. They were in so much shit! His head hung desperately as he set about cooking, wondering if his husband actually knew.

"Ayame!" Hatori called a few minutes later, as he walked down stairs, wearing only his pants as he yawned and went to search him out. "Aya--" He started to call again, as he reached the kitchen, but cut himself off as he saw Shigure sitting there. "Shimatta!" He swore unhappily, quite aware of his state of undress. "Shigure--you're–home–early--" (shimatta = damn it)

"Mmhmm." His cousin nodded darkly. "I was worried about Aaya. I felt bad about leaving my husband here when he was sick."

"He's–uh--feeling much better now?" Hatori offered weakly, a slight grimace on his face. There really was no point in denying anything.

"I'm sure. Thank you so much for taking care of him, Haa-san." The brunette hissed out idly. Aaya could hear all of this from in the kitchen, and he turned to cast an unhappy look into the other room.

"No--trouble." He muttered, placing a hand over his face to hide some of the light blush. Shigure didn't hiss. There was no arguing that he knew everything. Or part of it, anyway.

"Hn," Shigure sneered slightly. "It's nice to know I can count on you, Haa-san." He got up languidly. "Ayame is making breakfast, and I myself, am starving." He shrugged as he continued on his path to the kitchen.

"Anytime." Hatori muttered under his breath, before going back upstairs to get his shirt. The plan was to sneak out of the house, before Shigure could notice, and avoid any confrontation. That wasn't fated to be, apparently, though. Since Ayame came scampering up after him. Shigure had sent him, actually.

"'e wants--wants you to come eat with us." He floundered.

"He's just going to milk this guilt thing for all it's worth, before saying anything." Hatori realized with a small sigh, followed by several well picked, and rude, Japanese phrases.

"Oui," Aaya's head hung a little. This was quite possibly the LAST thing he'd wanted to happen.

"I'm sorry." Hatori murmured, risking a bit and placing a quick kiss on top of Ayame's head. They were already screwed, what harm could a bit more do? "This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this, anyway." The younger looked up for a moment before shaking his head and heading back out. There was a breakfast he still needed to cook after all.



Well breakfast was awkward, to say the least. Hatori's plan had been to eat in silence, hope Shigure didn't say anything, and take his leave. However, it appeared that Fate had decided to be a complete and utter bitch that day, and do the complete opposite of whatever he wanted, regardless of what that might be. Right, so, Shigure just propped his elbow up on the table and rested his chin in his hand. He smiled idly at the both of them. Ayame was about to say something but his husband interrupted.

"'Dieu nous disent que 'Tu ne commettra pas l'adultère'." He grinned, "Que votre mère penserait-elle? Maintenant, soyez tranquille et laissez-moi parlent avec Haa-san." Aaya frowned but kept his mouth shut. "So, Haa-san." He finally looked over to the doctor. "I think it's fairly safe to assume what's been going on right under my nose. But why don't you give me your account of events anyways?"

"You obviously already know, is this really necessary?" Hatori hissed stiffly, eyes closed and trying to remain calm and not vomit.

"No, not really. But I am a writer, stories do amuse me."

Poor, stressed Hatori just groaned, and let his face rest in his crossed arms on the table. "How far back?" He asked in a muffled tone.

"Just how far DOES it go?" his 'friend' wondered.

"About–eleven–years--ish." Hatori replied slowly, but ten of those didn't count, and Shigure knew it. It wasn't necessary to point out.

"Hn, staying with me while waiting for him? How kind of you, Aaya." The brunette snorted darkly. The beautiful creature's head hung further. "Well, now you see, Haa-san. I wasn't kidding when I said he seduces people."

"It wasn't seduction." Hatori muttered stiffly. "And it wasn't his fault. I kissed him, I started it."

"Oooh, so it wasn't like with you and me, Aaya?" Shigure grinned over at him. Ayame's face burned. "It's Nice to know you weren't just using my friend too." Despite his grin, there was quite a bit of bitterness in his tone.

"Shigure," Hatori tried to take a deep breath and calm down, but it wasn't working very well. "This isn't his problem, don't make it out to be."

"I think it's fairly equally shared between the two of you actually." The writer commented disinterestedly.

"It never would have happened, if it weren't for me. Leave him out of it!"

"Vraiment? Vous avez renoncé à vos vieilles manières?" He asked Ayame.

"Arrêtez-le!" Aaya hissed back at him, and Shigure just chucked in response.

"Really you two, calm down. It's my part to be angry in this little drama, anyways."

Hatori wasn't sure just what Shigure had said, but it must have been rude to make Ayame so angry. That irritated him to no end.

"Shigure," He bit off in a warning tone, his knuckles white as they gripped the seat of his chair.

"What?" The other man sighed. "Am I really supposed to be reasonable and nice when I find out my best friend and husband have been together for almost as long as they've known each other?"

Hatori took a deep breath, and uttered two words. "Shut. Up." He didn't care what Shigure thought about him anymore than he'd worried about those towns people, but he wanted him to stop right there before he said something rude about Ayame.

"Hn." Shigure snorted. "So what are you going to do?" He wondered aloud. "Leave me and you bring all that attention to yourself. And it drags your social status back down to what it was, dear." He uttered that last part a bit sourly, in Aaya's direction. "And really, this makes things difficult for me as well. The very last thing I need currently is a scandal undermining my career."

"Shut up, Shigure." Hatori repeated, a bit more forcefully, glaring fully at his cousin.

"Shigure--" Ayame finally cut in. "I am très sorry!" He looked pleadingly at the writer. "But if you knew I was only--"

"Aaya, please don't do that." he sighed. "It's my own fault for falling for you. And now I would rather like for things to just work out to everyone’s mutual advantage."

"'Mutual advantage'?" Hatori echoed with a raised eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, do you propose that?"

"That is why I was asking what you were going to do." His cousin eyed him dryly. "I really don't know."

Hatori was very tempted to say something to the effect of, 'I don't know about you two, but I'm going to go home and get very drunk. Come by later, if you want.’ but, he managed to refrain from that.

"When you come up with a plan, be sure to inform me." He replied stiffly, instead.

"Where would you like to go, Aaya?" His--er–husband--asked softly.

"Quoi?" The beauty blinked at him.

"If you two intend to stay together it's fairly obvious that you can't stay here." He looked at Hatori. "Unless of course, my finding out takes all the thrill out of it?"

"Shigure, shouben ofu." Hatori spat in irritation, using two words that he was quite sure Ayame DIDN'T know. "It wasn't THAT kind of affair." It felt a little odd to refer to it as that, but, quite honestly, that was what it was. (Shouben ofu = Piss off.)

"I know you'd probably like to go to Lyon, dear, but that won't do." He returned his attention to Ayame, if Hatori was just going to be rude. "Your mother is there for one thing, and I don't think Haa-san wants to meet your old friends." Aaya blushed a deep scarlet color.

"Shigure, you can stop that at any time." he mumbled.

"Hmm, how about Nìce then?" The author suggested. "How’s Nìce sound to you Haa-san?"

"Whatever." Hatori sighed, once again burying his face into his arms. He'd just woken up, and he was ALREADY exhausted!

"There. Problem solved." Shigure grinned. "Despite my love for you dear Aaya, I am not going to chain you down any longer. In Nìce we will never have been married." Ayame stared at him. This was just too much. But they had obviously underestimated Shigure's loyal, carefree, and accepting personality. On the upside, Hatori noted sourly, the people there might trust his skills as a doctor, and lack of felony there. And he'd be able to be with Ayame.

The writer was absolutely humming. "I'll never have to go over the Alps in a carriage to get to Lyon again!" He was thrilled about that, to the point where he kisses the silver haired man on the head and hugged Hatori before pittering off to make more plans for moving.

"Ah," Aaya watched after him with wide eyes.

"He's far too happy about this." Hatori stated, raising an eyebrow after his cousin.

"'e is insane." The younger man decided right there.

"Well, yes, but that's not exactly news."

Ayame got out of his chair and crawled into Hatori's lap, he was in need of some comfort here.

"'e is calm, then 'e is angry, then 'e is rude, then 'e is 'appy!" He listed off shaking his head in confusion. "Now 'e is moving us off to Nìce?"

"So it would seem." Hatori nodded, wrapping his arms around the bewildered thing, to keep him from falling over.

"Was 'e always like this?" Ayame had to wonder, since Hatori and Shigure had been friends a long time.

"Eh, relatively speaking." He confirmed with another nod. Aaya’s silver hair made a curtain round his face as his head hung.

"Well, at least 'e did not go into a jealous rage." Yay! It's an upside.

"I didn't really think he would." He admitted. "He's more likely to be an ass, than incredibly jealous."

"'e was an âne." Aaya hissed lightly.

Hatori snorted, and kissed him. "I'm sorry," He murmured against his hair. "But, it could have been worse."

"Oui," Ayame smiled. "Even though I am très confused. Nìce would be lovely. No more dresses." Then he murmured something under his breath about the built in bodices being evil.

"No," he agreed with a small smile. "No more dresses."

The French kitten grinned before kissing his lover with much enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Shigure was upstairs drafting a letter to have a house or two built down there for them.


This is one of those romance affair stories that have a happy ending. Ayame and Hatori get to be together and they still manage to be friends with Shigure, who is now free to find someone who oh, I don't know, actually loves him back?


The move was easier than Hatori had thought it would be, though he was still bitter about not having more time in his pretty little personalized house. But he'd live with it. After all, the sacrifice was rather small, compared to the reward. Which was constant access to Ayame. It was technically against his religion to divorce Shigure. But after his affair, Ayame decided that he was already going to hell. Might as well stop worrying about it. Anyways, nobody in Nìce knew anything about them, at all. So they were all rather safe and enjoyed themselves muchly. Shigure flirted shamelessly with anything with legs, and Aaya just stuck close to Hatori, since even though they weren't quite as young as they had been, they were always still quite willing. Well, young or not, Hatori considered himself anything but old. Which was probably how they ended up re-consummating their relationship, as soon as they got a bed into their new house to consummate in.

[There will be porn here as soon as Ali writes it.]
Ali the Co-Authoress Note: Amagad! Amagad! Amagad! A happy story! Amagad! If anyone reaaaaaally reaaaaaaally wants to know what kind of French things were said, just go use babel fish. I’m taking French in school, so I actually kinda sorta KNEW what the hell I was doing. But babel fish should translate it for you just fine!

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