I strecthed in the morning, procrastinating swimming, then I lay back down, turned and groaned. I opened my eyes then I saw a sight that I really wasn't expecting. Haru and I both saw each other and screamed. So here we are, together, in my bed... together... laying next to one another... together.
Questions raced through my head:
1)Why is he in my bed?
2) Why were we sleeping in the same bed?
3) Did he rape me in my sleep?
Oh wait, even if he were black, he wouldn't do that. Okay, scratch that.
3) Was I aware last night that he was in my bed?
4) Did he attempt anything?
We both jumped up and faced away from each other. We were silent for at least 8 minutes. Then finally realization hit me. I was wearing my night gown, which hiked up in my sleep, so my under wear was showing. I got off the bed and quickly pulled down my skirt. But Haru turned and caught a glimpes of my underwear, which caused him to turn red and look away, and caused me to blush and avert my gaze to the ground. I picked at the hem of my night gown, grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants, and headed toward the bathroom to get dressed.
I took a step out of the bathroom, now fully dressed, not just in a flimsy night gown, and Haru was waiting outside the door. "Hey." I said quietly, rubbing my eyes. "Hey." he croaked, clearly tired. "Do you want something?" I ask, pushing my side bangs out of my face. "I have to pee?" He answers. "Oh okay." I moved out of the doorway so he can enter and I walk downstairs, Tohru was cooking breakfast.
Yuki looked up from his food. "Oh Akemi. Sleep well?" I stiffened up. "Wh-what?! NO! NOT AT ALL!" He looked a little weirded out. I sat down. "Uhm. Okay then." Shigure looked up from a newspaper. "Are you alright? You aren't looking so well." I jumped immediately. "What are you talking about? I'm okay!" Hatori walked in, his hair wet from a shower, I'm guessing. "What's with all the yelling, Akemi?" My eyes widened and I felt all eyes on me. I took a deep breath and smiled. "Nothing. It must be the weather. It's really hot out. Messing with my head!" I rubbed my hair. Haru walked in, and I poured myself a bowl of cereal, and just stared into it, pretending he wasn't there.
"Hey, Akemi?" I looked toward Yuki. "Uh huh?" He grabbed my hand. "Can we talk?" My eyes widened. I don't think that's a good thing. "Uh... yeah... sure." I said, already feeling like crying.
He pulled me into a corner. "Akemi. We promised no secrets, right?" I nodded, grabbing both of his hands and rubbed them lovingly. "What's going on with you and Haru?" I paled. "Well... you were going to find out sooner or later." He raised his eyebrows. "Tell me." He demanded. I was shocked by the sudden change of his tone. "I-I woke up this morning... and h-h-he was in my bed..." Yuki, turned pale, then slightly purple. "He was in your bed?!" I took a step back, but I was a corner, so I was only cornered more. "Why was he in your bed?" He sounded angry. I pretty sure he was partially angry with me, which made me angry with him. "Why the hell should I know?!" He pulled his hands away, as if mine were coated in a fine layer of bacteria. "Because he was in your bed!" I stamped my foot. "And what does that have to do with anything?!" He crossed his arms. "You should know!" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, as if he were a rag doll. "BUT I DON'T! CAN'T YOU SEE?!"
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his room. "Why are we here, Yuki?" He slammed the door. "Because you belong to me! Understand?! Akemi Sohma, you are mine, and mine only!" I took a step back, this time, I was able too. "Wh-what do you mean by that?!" I took a step closer. "You are my girlfriend, not Haru's. You are in a relationship with me, not with Haru!" I took a step closer, manning up. "You think I don't know that?!" He moved in even closer, and grabbed my waist, the way Haru did when he was playing Fyedka in Fiddler. He leaned in, and then, it happened.
"OH MY DEAR BROTHER! I HEARD YOU WERE HERE AT THE SUMMER HO-!" Ayame's eyes widened. "YUKI! HOW WAS I TO KNOW?! I DIDN'T KNOW MY YOUNGER BROTHER-!" I dragged him out of the doorway, slammed the door, and kneed Ayame in the stomach. I held onto his hair to keep him standing. "Shut up, you idiot!" I hissed. "My Akemi... you're stronger than I remember." Ayame said, less flamboyant than usual. "I grew. Now I'm only 6 inches shorter." Yuki looked at me pleadingly. "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" He yelled. "You nedd to chill the f--- down!" I yelled. Ayame looked at me, surprised yet again. "My my, Akemi you also have quite the potty mouth now..." I glared at him, and he shuddered. "Now... is not the time Ayame. But... um... do you have my kimono ready?" He nodded, still in awe. "In my car." I nodded. "Cool. Thanks!" Yuki grabbed my shoulders. "Once again, can we stay on topic?!" I rolled my eyes. "Right. Ayame," I sat him down on a swivel chair, then I leant over on the arms so we were at the same eye level. "If you tell anyone, absolutely anyone I will reach down your throat, and rip out your bladder!"
He shuddered. "Can you be anymore descriptive?" I smiled. "I can, but I don't want you vomiting everywhere." Yuki waved me out of the room. "I'll take care of him, Akemi." I nodded and left the room. Little did I know Hatsuharu was walking past. He fell on me, causing me to fall, so we were lying on the hall, his lips accidently pressed against mine. I pushed him off, so we sat cross legged in the hall, looking at each other awkwardly. "Nice weather we've been having." He nodded. "It's been rather mild..."
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It Doesn't Matter if You're Black or White! (Fruits Basket) #Wattys2014Fanfiction
Ok, so, this is the first story I ever posted, so it might suck. Short chapters, I might get the character's wrong, that whole thing. Just don't hate me. Please. *look up at with big green eyes* Thanks for reading, even if you dont add it to your li...