Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Teach Me How ❯ Select The Variable ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: S Ryo 
Regardless of how much she studied; Tohru wasn't going to pass that stupid class. Appearances aren't everything and an unlikely hero stepped forth; leaving her palms sweaty and heartbeat erratic. Is this a panic-attack or the result of too much yaoi?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.28.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 704 | Status: Work In Progress
Regardless of how much she studied; Tohru wasn't going to pass that stupid class. Appearances aren't everything and an unlikely hero stepped forth; leaving her palms sweaty and heartbeat erratic. Is this a panic-attack or the result of too much yaoi?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.28.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 704 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Teach Me How
Lesson One: Select The Variable
Chapter Rating: K-
Disclaimer: If I own Fruits Basket... then Hell has frozen over and pigs fly in Hooter's jets.
Medication: Crack – snorted through rolled up manga.
Author's Note: I am in severe denial: Akito is a man! I cannot live with it any other way!
*looks around frantically... chews on fingernails* If Akito isn't a man how will I get my yaoi fix?! Waaah! Weird, fingernails actually taste alright. *ambles off to tell Jade-y-chan* 0_o
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Manga is my anti-drug. How could I possibly afford drugs after buying manga?
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Tohru regarded the paper in her hand with a sullen expression. Tears glistened in her big eyes and she tried valiantly to hold her hopeless feelings in. After all the long hours and strained patience Yuki and Kyo had put in to tutoring her, she still managed to fail. She had waited until she was far enough from the school to look over the test; there was no way she wanted her friends to find out. Defeated and rather annoyed with herself, she crumpled the paper and threw it over her shoulder glad to be rid of it. Heaving a sigh she walked away, ready to forget all about math.
“Ow.” A voice behind her spoke in brief pain and she whirled around to see who it was. Tohru gasped in surprise as the one and only Sohma Akito stood not more than three feet away from her. His nose crinkled, brow furrowed as he absently glanced down at the paper wad that attacked him. Reaching out a slim arm, he picked the piece of paper up off the ground and straightened it out.
Nervous to be in his presence, Tohru stood frozen, watching his every move warily. She noticed that he appeared to be on an outing of some sort for he was dressed in street clothes. Amazingly, he wasn't decked out in all black this time playing the angsty Sohma leader. I did not just think that he's an angsty head of household! Startled by her own train of thoughts she scolded herself and resumed her observation of his clothes.
Stylishly destroyed blue jeans encased his long legs, sitting low on his hips held up by a plain black leather belt. A white long sleeve shirt with black dragons decorating the sleeve hugged his upper body; showing off muscles she never knew he had. Well, I thought he was terribly ill! I never knew he had muscles! Not that I'm looking...stop looking! Slung over one shoulder was a dark green messenger bag with black trim, filled with something that suspiciously resembled the outline of textbooks. Curious brown eyes traveled back to his face and she began to panic as a sardonic brow lifted while he read her paper.
Akito didn't have his fearsome reputation for nothing; everyone in the Sohma family was terrified of him. What in Buddha's name was he going to do with her math test? The math test isn't that important, though. Wait! What in Buddha's name was he going to do with her?! Without a second thought she screwed her eyes shut and blurted, “Please don't critique me! I won't make you read my poetry! I'm not going to jump in front of your Mercedes in the pouring rain!”
“Huh?” Akito's eyes widened for a moment in slight confusion. Shaking away the what he figured was a random statement he proceeded to inform her in an ever-superior tone, “You are stupid.” She snapped her eyes up to his face realizing that he was standing directly in front of her, his arms crossed and a haughty expression set upon his features.
“I-I- I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!” Tohru shrieked; the sound caused Akito to take a hasty step back to save his eardrums. Ashamed by her outburst and test score, she bowed repeatedly, “I'm so sorry! I'm so horrible at math no matter how much time and kindness Yuki-kun and Kyou-kun put into tutoring me! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I don't understand math! It's so dif-”
“Enough!” Akito grabbed her shoulders to keep her from bowing any more. Impatience shone in his countenance and her knees began to quiver in fright, she hung her head, scared to look at him. Long fingers dug into the fabric of her uniform as he tightened his grip and growled, “Stop bowing. Stop apologizing. Stop being stupid. Go straight home.”
It was only natural for her to want to obey the head of the Sohma family, yet upon remembering her schedule she protested respectfully, “But I have work tonight Akito-sama. What should I do about work? I'll get fired if I don't show up and I really need-”
Not even bothering to bat an eyelash at her rambling excuse, he let go of her shoulders and turned on his heel, “Go home Tohru-san.” Tohru watched in amazement as Akito was swallowed up by the crowded sidewalk. He really was different when he wasn't playing the angst-y head of household, he looked and acted almost, dare she say, normal.
The encounter with Akito, frighting as it were, was nearly laughable. Tohru giggled to herself recalling her Gravitation reference and Akito's reaction. Of course the man wouldn't know anything about yaoi! Still, the order he gave was sudden, what was she going to do about work? She should call at least, but her emergency and vacation days were quickly running out. Obviously, it would not be a wise decision to go against the emo' head of the Sohma's. Not that he's emo' all the time, but still. Settling for self-preservation she trotted on home.
Trudging up the driveway, Tohru made it too the front door and wearily announced herself. She had to remember to call work and let them know she wasn't coming in. For the second time in a week, not counting that she missed all last week because Kyo caught a kitty cold from a kitten he was tending. She paused to chew her lip thoughtfully, worrying if she would still have a job. Oh geez, if she didn't have a job then... then the horrors! Life would spiral out of control and even a tent would be out of her price range! Then she wouldn't be able to go to school and she would fail her Mother. What if she had to live on a park bench? Would the local bums share with-
"Welcome back." Tohru's eyes bugged out of her head and her jaw fell to the floor in sheer surprise. Akito leaned against the door frame, coffee mug in hand and a smirk gracing his dark pink lips. Wait! I'm staring at his lips! Oh my gosh!
"Um, uh- Akito-sama! You're here! At-at Shigure-san's house!" Dropping her bag she fled by him and in to the kitchen. She looked around almost frantic, finally locating the green tea mix, a cup, and sweets. "Did you want something to drink? Something to eat? Oh my gosh! I am such a bad hostess I didn't even know you were-"
"I'm fine Tohru-san." Akito calmly replied, silently watching her rampage.
Without thinking about her words Tohru cried, "I know you're fine! I was asking if you want some tea and snacks!" Comprehension hit her like a bullet to the chest and she dropped the serving plate, a dull thud of plastic echoing through the kitchen. Staring dumbly at the ground, she quickly turned away from him, embarrassed. Her face felt hot and she knew she resembled a tomato; a clumsy, stupid tomato. Bashfully, she knelt to pick up the serving plate, whispering, "I- I'll prepare a quick snack then."
Akito grinned and sauntered out of the kitchen, allowing Tohru to do what she did best- serve others. Days like this did wonders for his ego. It had been a good day, he hadn't expected to run into Tohru, nor did he expect to be attacked by a paper wad, but that's neither here nor there. Three gorgeous girls had given him their numbers and his sensei spent at least thirty minutes complimenting his intellect, then Tohru happened. Naive, stupid, and clumsy Tohru had a Freudian slip and called him "fine." Yes, yes, his ego was swelling five time the normal amount. Maybe she wasn't so dumb since she noticed his all around hotness.
"Here you go Akito-sama!" Speak of the devil. Tohru chirped and set down the serving plate loaded with coffee and sweets. If this was how she greeted her guests no wonder she was the jewel of the Sohma family. She settled down on the opposite side of the kotatsu and smiled, earlier mishap forgotten. Or else she buried her slip-up alive and hoped he never noticed.
"So..." Silence prevailed as Tohru lost the courage to speak. Her hands rested in her lap and she fidgeted in her seat; uneasy with the somber air. Ideas floated through her mind as she attempted to deduce the reason behind his sudden visit. Is he here for Yuki-kun or Kyo-kun? Maybe he's here for Shigure-san? Or dear, I hope I haven't done anything that would upset him! The poor man is so overloaded already. I am so inconsiderate of others. Maybe I should-
"Not speak your thoughts aloud?"
"Eh?"
"You're voicing your thoughts, Tohru-san."
For the second time that night Tohru turned into a tomato. Lowering her head, she bit her tongue in an effort to keep from speaking. In a rare mood, Akito took pity on the girl and explained; "The rat went to his secret base, cat-boy is hiding in a giant litter box, and the dumb dog is taking cover in his office with his tail between his legs. Not that I mind, I'm not here to see them." Coal-colored eyes narrowed and he stated ominously, "I'm here to see you."
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And the Muse commanded; “Thou shalt review-ith!”
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Lesson One: Select The Variable
Chapter Rating: K-
Disclaimer: If I own Fruits Basket... then Hell has frozen over and pigs fly in Hooter's jets.
Medication: Crack – snorted through rolled up manga.
Author's Note: I am in severe denial: Akito is a man! I cannot live with it any other way!
*looks around frantically... chews on fingernails* If Akito isn't a man how will I get my yaoi fix?! Waaah! Weird, fingernails actually taste alright. *ambles off to tell Jade-y-chan* 0_o
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Manga is my anti-drug. How could I possibly afford drugs after buying manga?
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Tohru regarded the paper in her hand with a sullen expression. Tears glistened in her big eyes and she tried valiantly to hold her hopeless feelings in. After all the long hours and strained patience Yuki and Kyo had put in to tutoring her, she still managed to fail. She had waited until she was far enough from the school to look over the test; there was no way she wanted her friends to find out. Defeated and rather annoyed with herself, she crumpled the paper and threw it over her shoulder glad to be rid of it. Heaving a sigh she walked away, ready to forget all about math.
“Ow.” A voice behind her spoke in brief pain and she whirled around to see who it was. Tohru gasped in surprise as the one and only Sohma Akito stood not more than three feet away from her. His nose crinkled, brow furrowed as he absently glanced down at the paper wad that attacked him. Reaching out a slim arm, he picked the piece of paper up off the ground and straightened it out.
Nervous to be in his presence, Tohru stood frozen, watching his every move warily. She noticed that he appeared to be on an outing of some sort for he was dressed in street clothes. Amazingly, he wasn't decked out in all black this time playing the angsty Sohma leader. I did not just think that he's an angsty head of household! Startled by her own train of thoughts she scolded herself and resumed her observation of his clothes.
Stylishly destroyed blue jeans encased his long legs, sitting low on his hips held up by a plain black leather belt. A white long sleeve shirt with black dragons decorating the sleeve hugged his upper body; showing off muscles she never knew he had. Well, I thought he was terribly ill! I never knew he had muscles! Not that I'm looking...stop looking! Slung over one shoulder was a dark green messenger bag with black trim, filled with something that suspiciously resembled the outline of textbooks. Curious brown eyes traveled back to his face and she began to panic as a sardonic brow lifted while he read her paper.
Akito didn't have his fearsome reputation for nothing; everyone in the Sohma family was terrified of him. What in Buddha's name was he going to do with her math test? The math test isn't that important, though. Wait! What in Buddha's name was he going to do with her?! Without a second thought she screwed her eyes shut and blurted, “Please don't critique me! I won't make you read my poetry! I'm not going to jump in front of your Mercedes in the pouring rain!”
“Huh?” Akito's eyes widened for a moment in slight confusion. Shaking away the what he figured was a random statement he proceeded to inform her in an ever-superior tone, “You are stupid.” She snapped her eyes up to his face realizing that he was standing directly in front of her, his arms crossed and a haughty expression set upon his features.
“I-I- I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!” Tohru shrieked; the sound caused Akito to take a hasty step back to save his eardrums. Ashamed by her outburst and test score, she bowed repeatedly, “I'm so sorry! I'm so horrible at math no matter how much time and kindness Yuki-kun and Kyou-kun put into tutoring me! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I don't understand math! It's so dif-”
“Enough!” Akito grabbed her shoulders to keep her from bowing any more. Impatience shone in his countenance and her knees began to quiver in fright, she hung her head, scared to look at him. Long fingers dug into the fabric of her uniform as he tightened his grip and growled, “Stop bowing. Stop apologizing. Stop being stupid. Go straight home.”
It was only natural for her to want to obey the head of the Sohma family, yet upon remembering her schedule she protested respectfully, “But I have work tonight Akito-sama. What should I do about work? I'll get fired if I don't show up and I really need-”
Not even bothering to bat an eyelash at her rambling excuse, he let go of her shoulders and turned on his heel, “Go home Tohru-san.” Tohru watched in amazement as Akito was swallowed up by the crowded sidewalk. He really was different when he wasn't playing the angst-y head of household, he looked and acted almost, dare she say, normal.
The encounter with Akito, frighting as it were, was nearly laughable. Tohru giggled to herself recalling her Gravitation reference and Akito's reaction. Of course the man wouldn't know anything about yaoi! Still, the order he gave was sudden, what was she going to do about work? She should call at least, but her emergency and vacation days were quickly running out. Obviously, it would not be a wise decision to go against the emo' head of the Sohma's. Not that he's emo' all the time, but still. Settling for self-preservation she trotted on home.
Trudging up the driveway, Tohru made it too the front door and wearily announced herself. She had to remember to call work and let them know she wasn't coming in. For the second time in a week, not counting that she missed all last week because Kyo caught a kitty cold from a kitten he was tending. She paused to chew her lip thoughtfully, worrying if she would still have a job. Oh geez, if she didn't have a job then... then the horrors! Life would spiral out of control and even a tent would be out of her price range! Then she wouldn't be able to go to school and she would fail her Mother. What if she had to live on a park bench? Would the local bums share with-
"Welcome back." Tohru's eyes bugged out of her head and her jaw fell to the floor in sheer surprise. Akito leaned against the door frame, coffee mug in hand and a smirk gracing his dark pink lips. Wait! I'm staring at his lips! Oh my gosh!
"Um, uh- Akito-sama! You're here! At-at Shigure-san's house!" Dropping her bag she fled by him and in to the kitchen. She looked around almost frantic, finally locating the green tea mix, a cup, and sweets. "Did you want something to drink? Something to eat? Oh my gosh! I am such a bad hostess I didn't even know you were-"
"I'm fine Tohru-san." Akito calmly replied, silently watching her rampage.
Without thinking about her words Tohru cried, "I know you're fine! I was asking if you want some tea and snacks!" Comprehension hit her like a bullet to the chest and she dropped the serving plate, a dull thud of plastic echoing through the kitchen. Staring dumbly at the ground, she quickly turned away from him, embarrassed. Her face felt hot and she knew she resembled a tomato; a clumsy, stupid tomato. Bashfully, she knelt to pick up the serving plate, whispering, "I- I'll prepare a quick snack then."
Akito grinned and sauntered out of the kitchen, allowing Tohru to do what she did best- serve others. Days like this did wonders for his ego. It had been a good day, he hadn't expected to run into Tohru, nor did he expect to be attacked by a paper wad, but that's neither here nor there. Three gorgeous girls had given him their numbers and his sensei spent at least thirty minutes complimenting his intellect, then Tohru happened. Naive, stupid, and clumsy Tohru had a Freudian slip and called him "fine." Yes, yes, his ego was swelling five time the normal amount. Maybe she wasn't so dumb since she noticed his all around hotness.
"Here you go Akito-sama!" Speak of the devil. Tohru chirped and set down the serving plate loaded with coffee and sweets. If this was how she greeted her guests no wonder she was the jewel of the Sohma family. She settled down on the opposite side of the kotatsu and smiled, earlier mishap forgotten. Or else she buried her slip-up alive and hoped he never noticed.
"So..." Silence prevailed as Tohru lost the courage to speak. Her hands rested in her lap and she fidgeted in her seat; uneasy with the somber air. Ideas floated through her mind as she attempted to deduce the reason behind his sudden visit. Is he here for Yuki-kun or Kyo-kun? Maybe he's here for Shigure-san? Or dear, I hope I haven't done anything that would upset him! The poor man is so overloaded already. I am so inconsiderate of others. Maybe I should-
"Not speak your thoughts aloud?"
"Eh?"
"You're voicing your thoughts, Tohru-san."
For the second time that night Tohru turned into a tomato. Lowering her head, she bit her tongue in an effort to keep from speaking. In a rare mood, Akito took pity on the girl and explained; "The rat went to his secret base, cat-boy is hiding in a giant litter box, and the dumb dog is taking cover in his office with his tail between his legs. Not that I mind, I'm not here to see them." Coal-colored eyes narrowed and he stated ominously, "I'm here to see you."
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And the Muse commanded; “Thou shalt review-ith!”
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