Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Circumstances ❯ Unforeseen Circumstances ( One-Shot )

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UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This story has had nearly five incarnations before arriving at this...the final product. Somewhat of an odd pairing most will think, and it took my muses a while to get a grip on it, but I think they did a good job. Done at the request of dear, sweet Mona-chan - rabid fangirl extraordinaire. *huggles* I present this, a Kazuma x Rin LEMON fic (talk about the odd pairing). Told from Kazuma's point of view. Comments are welcome. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the conclusion of the story.




I really don't know when things got so out of control.

I invited her over to my place for some practice and meditation. She said there were things she needed to sort out, to overcome. Life is not without obstacles, this I know. She wouldn't talk about it over the phone. A good idea since prying ears could be listening. Speaking out from the main house is difficult to do, especially when you are one of the cursed.

As my grandfather was.

As she is.

I have tried not to pity my younger cousins who have been cursed by time...and the spirits of the Chinese zodiac. They are indeed special. Not that they want to be, they just are. It is often times frustrating, as I've seen in my "son", Kyo. But I understand him better than any of the others.

That is not to say that I do not try to assist everyone else.

Rin has had a difficult life. Her parents have denied her their love. Akito denies her most of everything else, including the love I know she craves from a certain individual. She's a rebel at heart, but has the same wants and needs as any other young woman her age.

At 19 she is capable of making up her own mind, doing what she pleases, as long as she obeys the rules set down by Akito and her curse. She cannot have prolonged contact with people outside the family. She cannot even hug a member of the opposite sex unless he, too, is cursed. As you can see, this would make almost anyone miserable.

And when she came to me today, she was more miserable than I'd ever seen her before.

There had been a fight. A big one. But with who...she wouldn't say. Judging from the look on her face, it was with her lover. Now, Rin isn't the type to cry, at least not right away. No. She usually gets this mildly stoic expression, which later turns into an angry, spiteful look. If she doesn't work out her aggression, her tears, then she caves.

It's sad, but it makes her a wonderful sparring partner.

She put 110% into it today. Her defense was lousy, but her offense was stunning. I put a moderate amount of energy and concentration into my own fighting. Slacking off wouldn't be fair to her. She's a good fighter when she focuses, remembers everything I taught her as a child.

Which is why she knocked me to the floor in a matter of minutes.

But not all of her aggression was gone. No. Upon my falling, she followed me to the floor, her legs straddling my waist, her feet pinning my knees. Her hands pressed my shoulders into the hardwood floor. The look on her face was like nothing I had seen. A look that ugly should not have been on a face so beautiful.

Then she started to cry.

There is little comfort I can offer her. I cannot hug her and words would be meaningless. Even in my experience sometimes silence if the best option. She did not need the sage advice of an old man. What Rin needed was to work this out for herself. Her anger. Her fear. Her loneliness.

My own heart skipped a beat. I have been alone for years, completely by choice. I raised a "son", taught martial arts to other family and students. I cared for other people, and did very little for myself. I am neither sorry nor ashamed. But even I need the companionship provided by a member of the opposite sex.

Rin, even in her torment, must have sensed this.

Because she kissed me.

'That must have been some argument,' my mind tried to reason. Young love is a difficult subject. My hands immediately go to her shoulders, gently pushing her away. It took some doing, but she moaned in acquiesce, the kiss finally ending.

"Gomen nasai," she immediately responded, her eyes refusing to meet mine as she sat up, moving away. "I didn't mean to--!"

"It's okay, Rin." And it is. I can't remember a time when I was kissed quite like that. Uncertain, yet caring. Emotional and passionate. A small smile passed my lips. "That was quite a kiss."

"Gomen," she repeated, but she stopped moving away. She dared a look up, then hid her eyes behind her long hair.

I managed to sit up slightly. With Rin straddling my knees it was easier to do without triggering a transformation. As much as I care for my cousin, I had no desire to have a horse sitting on my legs. I also realize something else as I sit up. My body, separate from my mind, had responded to Rin's advance. Gods, I pray she doesn't notice.

But Rin is an observant girl.

And I realize, with a large measure of embarrassment, that her hidden eyes are staring right at my covered erection.

I never had to deal with this with my son. Sure we had the talk. All parents do with their children. But I was never aroused having him in my lap. Honestly, I'd never been aroused with Rin before either. Perhaps I was turning into an old pervert as Shigure so warned me about.

Rin is beautiful. Long dark hair. A slim figure. Beguiling dark eyes. I can't question what's before me. But I have never seen her as anything other than a student, a cousin. I'm certain my face was a bright red color when I asked:

"Perhaps, I should make us some tea."

I expect her to move off my legs. To sit on the floor. Hopefully forget that it ever happened.

Instead, she did it again.

The second kiss was more certain, more passionate. I opened my mouth to protest but her tongue quickly plundered it. My mind formed a very logical argument against what was happening, but again my body acted of its own will. While my brain screamed how wrong it was my lips responded, kissing her back. My tongue moved to dance with hers. Her hands pushed against my chest, rubbing upward and downward in sure strokes as my growing erection hit its peak, throbbing and begging for more.

I'm her teacher. I'm her cousin. I'm too old for her. Every argument I could possibly think of to say when we parted was gone when I saw the look in her eyes. There was want there. A dire need. Not desperate, although I'm sure I looked it.

She whispered my name and an overwhelming urge to hold her came over me. An urge to protect. To take. I could not do the first, but the second two choices were wide open. My body, again, moved of its own volition. My hands framed her face, my eyes taking in her delicate features.

Okay. Here's where it got out of control.

I pulled her to me offering a kiss of comfort. But comfort quickly turned into want. Want turned into need. The last of my good consciousness disappeared. In its place was instinct.

I couldn't stop kissing her. Her lips tasted like grape, her skin like orange. My hands roamed in those places where I know they shouldn't have, caressing her hip, behind her thigh, over one well-rounded breast. I thought she'd tell me to stop then, but instead her hands explored me, brushing over the taut muscles of my chest and stomach. She moved lower until I broke the kiss, groaning as her hands cupped my already engorged sex under my yukata.

By the gods she's good with her hands.

My yukata was an invisible barrier as she grasped me, stroked me carefully. Her fingers worked expertly, slipping under the cloth to touch firm skin. They grasped my hardened flesh, dancing gently around and over. Tentatively then aggressively. My breath caught in my chest and I fought to maintain what little composure I had left.

It was gone when I found Rin's eyes staring intently at me. Silently questioning, almost begging. My response must have been in my eyes because they closed again as she moved lower, the light touch of her lips against my groin forcing the air from me.

Her lips and mouth were as skilled as her hands. While her fingers continued to stroke my balls carefully, her mouth lowered itself over me. The sensation of her warm mouth and conniving hands pushed my already strained senses. Her tongue pushed against the underside of my erection, my head poking at the opening of her throat.

Gods, you must be joking!

She moved carefully over me, around me, before finding the rhythm that worked for both of us. My hips began to move as well, lifting just slightly off the floor to meet her eager mouth on its way down. This continued until one particular movement of her hands caused me to push off the floor completely, forcing the head of my erection into her throat. Her moan was my final undoing, forcing my orgasm to the brink.

Then she stopped.

I wasted no time in lifting myself, grasping her shoulders and forcing her down to the floor beneath me. There was no argument from her, not even when my hands started roaming her beautiful form. Shaky desperate fingers pushed away the hindering workout clothing. My lips rained kisses from her neck downward, stopping to pay homage to each well-formed breast. My finger, however, worked lower, easing into lacy panties until they found her hot and wet. Ready and willing.

Her hands pulling at my body, silently telling me she wanted more, I lost the last of my control. Without thinking I took one taut nipple into my mouth, positioning myself at her entrance. Pinching that same nipple between my teeth I pushed forward. Fingernails dug into my back, her light whimpering urging me onward.

I stopped only when I felt myself fully lodged inside her, releasing her nipple to better position myself above her. Even my animal instinct knew it didn't want to trigger her transformation. Her eyes met mine, her embedded fingernails tugging at my hips. At her urging I began to move, easing my hardened flesh in and out of her center until I found the rhythm I had enjoyed earlier.

But it wasn't enough.

Not for me.

And certainly not for Rin.

Before I knew it, I had been flipped. My back pressed against the floor as my student moved above me, forcing my still erect flesh in and out of her warm core. She was beautiful, moving so over me. Her hands grasped mine, holding them to her chest as she moved a fraction faster. She moved faster still as my hands molded those firm globes in a tight grip. And faster again as I toyed with her nipples, pushing her body over the edge.

Her orgasm triggered mine. White speckled with colors filled my vision. I could feel my entire body harden, muscles tensing, before the feeling of weightlessness came over me. An overwhelming orgasm rocked my senses, sending me spiraling. Colors merged together as it began to wane, my body heavier than it should have been melting into the floor.

Then everything went black.

The sound of rain woke me. My room was covered in gray shadow. What time was it? How long had I been asleep?

It took me several moments to gain my bearings. To my surprise, I was wearing the same yukata that had been discarded earlier. Shouldn't I have been naked? When did I put it back on? I was also in my room. How did I get there? Rin couldn't have carried me here from the practice room.

Rin!

Where was she?

Sighing I stood from my futon and made my way to the window. I found a clock on the way. It was late afternoon. Almost five o'clock. Rain poured outside, the sky becoming darker with the setting of a sun I had not seen all day.

Still no sign of Rin.

Hmm, is it possible that I slept all day? That what I thought happened was only a dream? Maybe this is the dream. Alone in my room. In my house. As it has been for far too long.

What an unforeseen circumstance.

Sighing again I turn from the window. Perhaps I should go back to bed. My dreams are far more preferable than my reality. At least for the moment.


~OWARI~

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 don't sue. No money is being made from the production of this story therefore I have no money to give you.