Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Patterns ❯ Life Patterns ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

PATTERNS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Ah, another spin-off! Boy am I on a roll. This story focuses on Ayame Sohma. AU to the furuba universe, this story takes place roughly three months after the end of "The Difference Between Love and Hate." Warnings for a semi-serious (and sometimes totally serious) Ayame and there is LEMON flavoring in this particular part. Told from Ayame's POV. ^^ Standard Disclaimer follows story.


Part One - LIFE PATTERNS




Ah, another beautiful day. It almost makes me want to take my work outside, but I'd ruin the material that way so...no.

The volume of designs is nearly overflowing on my work table and I'm eager to get a few of them completed today. Perhaps I should keep the store locked to that end. Mine has a key to let herself inside. OKAY!

With the door still locked and the shade drawn downward, I turn on a lamp beside my design table. Once again I'm left to stare at all the marvelous designs I've come up with...and a few that I've modified. The question remains: which to start with?

OH! Perhaps the beautifully elegant peasant dress for the cultural festival. The woman who ordered it would be most pleased by my flashy creation. Of course, it took me nearly a month to get the proper fabric....

Or maybe the new school teacher outfit. Mine suggested it after watching some anime series. After an episode I was hooked too. And the outfit had JUST the right amount of flare (not to mention a very short skirt). Oh but my high school teachers were never like that! *sigh* Too bad she married a high school boy.

WAIT! I still have a wedding gown to finish. There's not much to it, save for a lot of silk scraps and a small, tight skirt. It still needs the finishing touches though....

AH! And there's also the outfit for Rin I promised to Shigure....

Suddenly my mood shifts at the thought of my cousin and best friend. Shigure's been married for three months. Married, with a daughter. Tori-san and I had made a bet that his marriage wouldn't last one week. He married Rin after all. But it looks like we were proven wrong. Their marriage is still going strong.

And I owe Tori-san 12,000 yen and a pack of cigarettes.

I find it horribly depressing that Shigure is married now. I suppose it's not so much Shigure as it is the premise of marriage. Or maybe it's life simply catching up with me and biting me in my delicate tush.

I live day to day, taking on whatever it is life deems to send my way. I'm very free that way. Marriage seems to take some of that freedom away. And children more so. But Saiya is a very precious little girl. She looks every bit like her mother too. I wouldn't mind having a little girl that looks a little bit like me....

I can hear myself hiss unconsciously. Since when did I start thinking about children?! Not that it's an unpleasant thought mind you.

*Sigh* Now where was I?

Ah, yes, Shigure's marriage.

While I know he's still my friend and cousin, it feels weird to see him married. Perhaps it was the casual way we always flirted with each other. I know it means nothing. Really it doesn't. I'm not interested in Shigure that way.

A shiver runs down my spine just trying to imagine it.

Maybe it's just strange for me to think of marriage at all! Honestly I'd never given the idea much thought. No, that's a lie. I've given it plenty of thought with each and every wedding dress I make. But it's something nearly forbidden to us juunishi, us cursed Sohma. Granted Shigure and Haru have both managed to beat the odds, even Kyo and Kagura or Hiro and Kisa might someday too.

But I know the odds aren't so good for me.

Then...is it love, or the lack thereof, that's bothering me?

GAH! I'm starting to brood like my baby brother! No, no! That just will not do!

As I return to the work on my table, my mind wonders even further. It's not unnatural, or so Tori-san would say. I hear myself sigh happily, almost whistfully.

My wedding night will be the most spectacular show anyone's ever seen. I'd prefer to be alone with my wife, but I'm not against putting on a good show for others, you know. *sparkle*

The honeymoon room would be luscious and well decorated. I'm a fashion designer after all and all must be in good taste. I'll carry her from the doorway to the bed where I would proceed to kiss and take possession of my newly wedded bride. Ah, the images! My body burns just thinking about them!

Our clothes would be discarded very quickly, for I would never ask my wife to wear something I could not easily remove. In all my wondrous glory I'd stretch her upon the wedding bed, murmuring promises of love and phrases of lust. Our bodies would be locked in a tender embrace on the bed...well as close to an embrace as I can get. I'm pretty creative in this area. I can nearly wrap myself around my wife, just like a snake. Our bodies barely touch as our hands doing all the talking.

She'd be perfect beneath me, smooth skin over toned muscle. Her dark hair spilled over the pillows like an angelic halo. Dark rose lips all pouty until my lips finally consume hers in a searing kiss. Her hips graze my nearly risen erection, eliciting a moan from me. My hips jerk into her thigh, pressing my hardness against her smoothness and I moan again. She moans into my mouth as well as our bodies begin an exhilarating dance of eroticism.

My hands mold over perfect breasts, with taut rosy buds calling out for my attention. My lips leave hers to taste those hardened peaks, my lips suckling her like a newborn. I can feel her squirm beneath and around me. I return the motions, slithering around her and grinding my now throbbing erection as close to her center as I dare. I can't give in to my primal urge yet. There's still so much to explore.

With my lips squeezed tightly around her nipples, my hands begin exploring again. I can feel her dark eyes watching me as I caress her ribcage and the smooth expanse of her stomach and waist, feel her eyes burn holes into the top of my head as I find her wet center with my fingers. She gasps as I pull on her nipple, releasing it through clenched teeth just before two of my fingers find their way into her core.

"Aya...AH!"

I smile as she cries out my name. Anxious to hear it again, I start to move my fingers within her. Her hips buck under my intimate caress and move in time to my thrusts. She screams my name as she comes, her body shivering with pent up desire. My golden eyes lock onto her dark ones and for a moment I feel her release, feel myself grow harder from the experience. Her lips move but no sound comes out at first. Then I smile when I realize what she's asking.

"Ayame, onegai!"

At her request I position myself at her entrance. With my weight on my arms, I push my hips into hers, causing a sensational burning friction that makes us both gasp and moan in pleasure. I can feel her slickness against the head of my now straining erection. With a little agility I maneuver myself into the proper position.

She calls out my name just before my initial thrust. I can feel myself buried within her wet heat, absorbed by her tight vaginal muscles and the moan of ecstasy that escapes us both. As her body begins to relax I begin to thrust within her, building us both to a fevered pitch before taking us both over the edge. It's a wondrous feeling, blinding white light mixed with an all consuming heat.

Then I open my eyes.

I'm still in my shop. Still at my work table and I find myself in a very interesting position, slouching back in my chair with one hand over a very large tent in my pants.

Since when do I get hard-ons from daydreams?

And since when do I have these types of daydreams?!

Perhaps it's been too long since I've had sex. Oral or otherwise. Far too long, if I MUST admit to it. Still, my dream had felt very real. Doesn't help that my hand had a part in it either.

And the girl in my dream...my wife. While I never saw her face -- just her lips and her eyes -- I distinctly heard her voice. Heard her moan and call my name. All beautiful sounds to be sure. Sounds that seemed very, VERY familiar.

So familiar that I thought I'd hear that voice at any moment calling "Taichou, why haven't you finished this project?!"

*gasp* Kami! Was it Mine I'd been imagining?!

Mine. My assistant, Mine. I may not show it very often over my own obnoxious behavior, but I value her creativity and intelligence. Granted they weren't the first things I ever noticed about her.

But since when did I start thinking of her in such a manner?

And should I really complain?

It could've been someone else, my mind tries to reason. Perhaps Tohru, or one of her friends.

But I'm quick to correct myself. Tohru's cute, and her friends aren't bad either, but I'll leave them to my little brother and Kyo. Besides, Tohru's married! I prefer my women slightly more upper-class, intelligent, not so clumsy and well...a few years older than Tohru.

Feeding my ego is also a plus. *smile*

If I think about it, Mine is all of those things.

She is the closest thing I have to a girlfriend. She spends most of her time with me -- quite willingly -- and I do enjoy her company and her chatter. A day with her is never boring and I never know what to expect from her. She's also one of the few women I feel comfortable enough around that I can simply be myself.

Besides, she looked pretty delicious in that candy-stripe outfit I'd created last week...and the school teacher outfit I'm making would be stunning on her, especially with the glasses and the pocky....

GAH! What could I possibly be thinking?! She would never think of me, her taichou, like that.

Would she?

RING! RING!

The phone diverts my thoughts for the moment. And probably for the best as I can feel my erection start to throb again. Sweet Maker, how am I going to take care of this one?

Okay, I suppose that's obvious.

I'm not sure who could be calling me at this early hour. I don't get too many phone requests for my work. I prefer people to come into the shop and see for themselves what it is I can do.

Although now would NOT be a good time.

I rush over to the front desk, walking rather strangely -- almost painfully -- in my current state. Picking up the cordless, I say happily, "OHAYO! Moshi, moshi?"

"Ah, taichou! I didn't wake you did I?"

That voice. *gasp* Calling my name. *choke* Moaning in pleasure.

It's Mine. Sweet Maker!

"Ohayo, Mine." My breathing suddenly picks up and I have to force myself to calm down. "No, no, you didn't wake." Gah! What do I say?! "It's too fine of a morning to sleep in. I'm just getting ready to start on some work." I pause for a moment as I suddenly realize I have no idea why she's calling. I don't think she's ever called in before, for any reason.

"Ano...is everything all right, Mine?"

"H-hai," she says on the other end. Her voice is happy, casual, but a bit strained. "Hai, taichou. Everything's f-fine. It's just that...umm...well...."

"Out with it!" I say boisterously. Then a bit more seriously I add, "You know you can tell me anything."

With a sigh she finally concedes. "I'm going to be late."

"Is that all?" And here I thought it was going to be some big secret. Perhaps even her own confession of love for me. No, that's asking too much of her. Still, disappointment shows in my voice.

"H-hai," Mine replies. "I didn't...ah...hear my alarm this morning and woke up late. I'll be in as soon as I can, taichou. Gomen nasai."

"There's no need to apologize." My voice still sounds disappointed, but I feel a smile spreading across my face. "I'll just have to work you extra hard when you get here."

"Hai!" Mine responds happily. The squeal in her voice is enough to make my pulsing dick twitch and I have to bite back a moan. Oh, if she only knew. "I'll be there in about an hour."

"Make sure to bring your key," I tell her. "I'm keeping the door locked this morning to get a few larger projects done. We'll open the shop after lunch."

Again, Mine responds happily. I can picture the smile on her face. "Hai. I'll be in shortly."

"Ja ne," I tell her, pressing the OFF button on my phone.

Quickly I rush off to the bathroom at the back of the store, hidden from the view of any window shoppers, and take care of the intense matter at hand. Or should that be hands? That done, I clean myself off, straighten my clothing and walk back out into the shop. With a sigh I sit it down at the work table and once again stare at the many designs I have to work on.

Absently I grab the peasant dress pattern and begin to lay out the design on the import material. I'm not sure what's gotten into me today. I'm usually not this...brooding. That's Yuki's angle. I don't brood. I never brood. I'm never depressed...well all right, I'm RARELY depressed, but I'm naturally high strung and almost always in good spirits.

So just what is it that's really bothering me?

I spread a few yards of fabric over the table like a cloth cover and begin positioning the pattern. I wish Mine would hurry and get here, I think in a flustered rush. I need a distraction.

But as my thoughts get the better of me, my body reacting in a not-so-unpleasant way, I suddenly have a change of heart.

Perhaps she shouldn't show up today at all.


~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. Some liberties have been taken...and not necessarily for myself.... ^_-