AN: Gonna start a little collection of Fruits Basket drabbles. Most, if not all, will be YukiRu centric, but there may be some AkiGure or AkiRu (likely friendship drabbles for this 'couple') as well.

The ratings will vary from drabble to drabble so I'll be sure to include the rating at the beginning, as well as provide warnings for T or M content.

Also FF is glitching on me so I am unable to view reviews or messages at this time. Hopefully it will be fixed soon! Sorry in advance, I promise I'm not ignoring them.

Rating: T

Warnings: 'suggestive' themes. Hardly worth warning about in my book but better to play it safe

Pairing: YukiRu (married)

Synopsis: Yuki finds Tohru bitterly working and attempts to quell her.

Additional (boring) notes: This was a vent drabble since I was told not even an hour ago one of my extended family members that attempted to kiss me repeatedly last time I saw him is coming to visit this weekend. Here's hoping he isn't drunk this time and doesn't grab my face in an iron grip.

Slam! Clank!

As Yuki made his way downstairs, the sounds of a very angry wife met his ears and a bead of sweat trailed down his face. Oh no...

He slowly made his way around the corner, finding the brunette angrily doing dishes. Not slipping past his alert senses, a couple ceramic plates lay in pieces in the trash can. It was rare for Tohru to let her anger show, even moreso full-on rage. Something major must've happened or been said... He swallowed and sauntered up to her as quietly as a mouse. Low mutters under her breath weighed down the atmosphere. The rat could sense her fuming ire and wrath and tense muscles. It was suffocating.

As she set a plate on the drying rack, he stealthily wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her back, bending his head to press his forehead to her shoulder.

"Let me go, Yuki. Not in the mood." Her tone was sharp, the equivalent of a dog snapping at a hostile figure advancing near its owner. He wouldn't be deterred.

"No."

"I swear, Sohma. Let. Me. Go."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." He lifted his head as he moved a hand to slide her sleeve down her arm, opening the curve of her shoulder to him. He trailed his lips over the soft flesh, gradually pressing them down in a tender kiss. He felt the rigidity in her muscles lessen but not disappear.

"Just an...idiot."

"Oh? What happened?" He turned his gaze to her hands still in the dish water, a brief flash of anxiety gripping his chest when he saw the gleaming sharpened knife in her clutch. Discreetly, he stepped back and pulled her with him, nudging her further from the sink.

"You don't care."

"Yes I do." Another step. The knife fell back into the soapy water, hitting the bottom of the sink with a dull clunk. The brunette sighed after a couple seconds, relaxing a tad more as he kissed up her shoulder.

"I was at the store... And this... Disgusting pervert kept following me and..." She swallowed, her aggravation tangible. He himself felt the consuming flame of fury flare within him. He had an idea where she was going with this, this wasn't the first time. "Everytime he thought I wasn't looking, I'd turn around and catch him staring at my..." She trailed off, an annoyed sigh finishing off her sentence.

"And what did my strong beautiful wife do?" He knew his onigiri well enough to know she had gotten quite bold (with his help) the past few years and wasn't afraid to tell people off, especially now that their wedding band sat proudly on her finger. A mischievous laugh trembled in her throat quietly.

"I told him where to shove his voluptuous thoughts." Her tone quickly turned dark again. "And when he tried to grab and kiss me, I may have brought my knee up and told him as he was curled on the floor where he can go."

Yuki couldn't help smiling. He was so proud of how well she could handle herself now, yet 99% of the time she was still her loving quirky self. He kissed her neck. "That's my girl. You told him." He turned her around to face him. "Now why don't you go watch a movie and sit at the kotatsu as I finish the dishes for you?" Before she could argue he pressed a finger to her lips, leaning closer to her. "And no 'buts.' You work too hard. Go relax, I'll take care of this." Tohru sighed after he pulled his hand away, leaning up to peck him on the lips.

"Alright, but only because you insist. Don't take too long."

"Of course not." He smiled as she walked past him, the air feeling very lifted and weightless as her wonderful warmth radiated from her once again. He turned to the dishes piled in the sink, wondering how just the two of them managed to create such a myriad of dirty plates and cups in just a week. Regardless, as he heard the TV flick on, followed by her humming along to the tune that played at the beginning of those movies she so loved, he found himself relaxed as he picked up a plate and started scrubbing it. Life wasn't without its ups and downs, but overall, he was happy with his and wouldn't change a thing.