Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 15 ( Chapter 15 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Ayame slowly backed down the ladder, a grin on his face.When he reached the ground, he paused listening for the classic sounds of a beginning fight.When no yelps, slaps, or thuds hit his ears, he turned on his heel and began his short trek around to the front of the house.

Ayame's bright gold eyes lit up when he reached Shigure's threshold.A trio of girls in school uniforms were gathered around the door, embroiled in a heated debate.

Snatches of conversation wafted in Ayame's direction.His sharp hearing caught phrases that widened the smile on his face.

"But she kissed the Prince!"

"She put a spell on him.Prince Yuki would never kiss someone like Hanajima like that."

"But what about us?"

"Shut up, Number Two."

The silver-haired man smothered a snicker behind his hand.It wouldn't do to have the girls discover him.Blackmail is too much fun!

"But Motoko-senpai, we-"

"I said be quiet.We WILL get the Prince back."

"Are you girls lost?"

The three students jumped as a striking man appeared from behind the corner.They remained silent, their eyes wide.

"I couldn't help but overhear that you are admirers of Yuki Souma."

Motoko stepped forward, eyes flashing."I am the president of the Prince Yuki Fan Club.What do you want?"

"I want to help you."

"Oh really?And what do you know about the Prince?"

"I know almost everything."

"How?"

Ayame smiled warmly."That's a secret.But I'll tell you. . .on three conditions."

"Alright, let's hear them."As usual, the president was assuming her duties.

"First of all, you take these flyers and distribute them throughout your school."Ayame pulled a stack of his store's flyers out of his sleeve and handed them to the girls."Second, you leave Tooru Honda alone. For good."

This request was met with a round of sighs."Alright, alright.What's the last one?"

Ayame attempted to hide his smirk.He failed miserably."I need you to do something for me..."