Everyone always write fics of Ayame confessing to Hatori. Why not the other way around? Takes place AFTER the curse. Not that it really matters in this story, I guess. I also apologize for any OOC-ness, especially with Hatori. Why the heck did I write this in first person?

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket. I own a cat. Two actually. They're really fuzzy.

...Anyway, onto the story.

AyamexHatori- Broken Hearts

Hatori Sohma was a lot of things. He was a doctor, he was handsome, he was intelligent, he was respected. And yet, he was in pain. Not pain as in 'ouch-you-stepped-on-my-foot-pain', but 'ouch-my-heart-is-broken pain'. But that sort of pain was common in the family. No one cared about the suffering of others in this family. It was either suck it up or be locked away forever. Or, at least, it used to be that way. Now it was just suck it up or look like an idiot. So Hatori continued to suffer his pain silently, and nobody seemed to care.

You'd think he'd at least open up to a friend of close family member, but unfortunately, that family member was his best friend, as well as the cause of all his suffering and pain. His name was Ayame Sohma.

Hatori's POV

Heartbreak must love me. It gives me no peace whatsoever. A few years back, I met a wonderful woman named Kana. We fell in love and were going to get married, but Akito made sure that didn't happen. Instead, I was blinded in one eye, Kana was driven away and I had to erase her memories.

After the curse was broken, I started dating Kana's friend Mayuko, but that just didn't work out. I already loved someone else, so to me, Mayuko was merely a friend. Our relationship ended after only two months.

And today, I was standing outside a rather scary looking shop, prepared to do something that could very well scar me for life. It had taken me two weeks just to work up the nerve to come. Luckily, I had no time to chicken out, because suddenly, I heard a crash and...

"TOOOOORRIIIIIII-SAAAAAAANN!" Ayame flew out of his shop and bowled straight into me, sending both of us crashing into the ground. After we picked ourselves up and dusted off a bit, Ayame pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, Tori-san, I'm so glad you came!" he gushed, apparently unaware of the fact I needed to breathe.

"Good morning, Ayame-san," I gasped. Ayame (finally) let me breathe again and looked at me and frowned.

"Non, non Tori-san. Aaya. Goodness, it's only been two months since we've last seen each other, no need to get all formal again!" Ayame declared.

"Okay, okay. Aaya." I smiled, for even though Ayame was nearly 30, he still loved using nicknames.

"Well, let's go inside. I'll make some tea!" With that, he skipped inside, so I followed him into the bright, scary abyss that was his shop. As I looked around, I saw fabric, sewing supplies and several nurse, maid and other lacy and frilly outfits. But the thing that disturbed me most was that several of those dresses came in men's sizes.

An image of Ayame wearing a skimpy nurse's dress flashed through my mind. I quickly shook my head, trying to dispel the mental image. It should have been terrifying, but...

"Helloooo? Earth to Hatori!" Ayame was now right in front of my face, flailing his arms, trying to get my attention. I jumped back, startled.

"God, Ayame, don't do that!" I muttered.

"Well, how else do I get your attention? Anyway, come into the back. There's tea ready!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the back. I just sighed and let him lead me wherever.

"Here you go, Tori-san!" he sang as he handed me a cup of tea.

"Thank you," I said, taking the steaming cup from him and sitting myself at the table he kept in his back room. Ayame poured himself a cup and sat down beside me.

"It's so great to finally see you again! We've both been so busy lately. Why, just last week..." Ayame launched into a story about some crazy customer who ordered 12 dresses. I only half-listened, hearing only his voice and not so much the story. It was then I realized something.

"Hey, Aaya, where's your assistant? What's her name... Mine?" I asked. She was usually with Ayame at the shop.

"Oh, yes, Mine..." his brow furrowed slightly. "It's her day off today."

"I see. And how are things with her?" I remembered that they were going out.

"Well..." Ayame paused. "Lately, things haven't been going so well between us. What about you and Mayuko?"

"We broke up. Things weren't going too well with us either," I explained. I nervously paused, licking my lips. "But... A-ayame..."

"Yes, what is it?" he asked, looking at me, slightly confused.

"I..." Come on Hatori! It's not that hard! Just spit it out and have it over with. This was the chance you've been waiting years for!

"You what?" Ayame asked, now looking at me with concern.

"Hell with it," I muttered, turning to face Ayame. I looked directly into his golden eyes and swallowed the last of my pride.

"Ayame, I realize I could destroy a twenty-something year friendship with you in twenty-something seconds, but I'm willing to take that risk. I can't take this anymore. Ayame, I love you. I know I'm the last person you would expect to hear this from, but it's true. Wrong and creepy, but true." After I said that, I leaned in and pulled his face to mine. The kiss was awkward, and Ayame didn't even react. He was like a statue, completely unmoving. When I pulled away, He looked thoroughly shocked.

"T-tori... san? What was...?" he asked shakily, looking somewhat frightened. He covered his face with his hands. "Oh my God..."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, grabbing my coat and running out the door. I think Ayame called my name out a few times, but I just ran until I was safely in my car.

Oh yeah, that's right. I'm gay. Or, I guess, bi. But what mattered right now was that I loved Ayame. Bet you didn't see that coming, stone cold and straight Hatori putting the moves on Ayame, whose appearance practically screams homosexual. Just goes to show you can't trust a book by its cover.

Straight, gay or bi, now I guess it didn't matter. I was rejected, so now my heart had just been broken again.

Tears were now flowing freely down my face, so I had to pull over to the side of the road. I wasn't going to get my body broken by crashing my car. So I sat there in my car, crying out the tears I had held back for years.

Once my sobs ran dry, I tried to compose myself as best I could. I picked up my cell phone and dialled the familiar number.

"Hello, Shigure speaking!" came the cheerful reply on the other end.

"Hello, Shigure. It's Hatori," I said as steadily as possibly.

"Haa-san! Well, this is a surprise! How are- oh, can you hold on a moment?" A loud shattering noise sounded over the phone.

"Akito, can you please refrain from throwing vases? No, I don't care if the painters got the colour in the kitchen wrong!" Shigure's muffled voice called. Shigure and Akito were the only 'Mabudachi' couple to have actually survived. They were moving in together, and I could even fathom what Shigure saw in that crazy Akito. Well, so long as they were both happy.

"Sorry 'bout that. Now, what did you want?" asked Shigure.

"Well... Did you have plans this evening? I need to talk to you about something..." my voice faltered at the end of my sentence.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice suddenly concerned.

"I'll tell you later," I murmured, trying to keep it together.

"I'll come over later. Will you be in your office?"

"Yes."

"See you soon then." He hung up, yelling for Akito to stop breaking the house, she was no better than Yuki and Kyo or something like that.

So having nothing better to do, I started the car again and drove to my office to wait for Shigure.

To be continued. Please review! Also, should I change the format to third person?