Riku says: this is my first ever FanFic, and I hope it's good. Please review!

Eiri says: no flames, please!

Warnings: This FanFic contains yaoi (mmmm, yaoi...), and if you don't like it, DON'T READ! Ya hear?

Disclaimer: I may not own Fruits Basket, but I DO own Eiri Itsuki and his pals!

Thanks for the save, Doc

By

Riku-chan

Hatori Sohma was in a small restaurant not too far away from the Sohma estate, slowly drinking a cup of coffee, and picking at half a piece of sponge cake. He'd come here with his cousins, Ayame and Shigure, but they had long since left, leaving him a small amount of money to cover what they had eaten when the bill arrived.

He had just finished his coffee, and was requesting the bill from the waiter, when someone shouted.

"Is there a doctor anywhere?" Hatori heard some hacking coughing from the non-smoking section. He looked over to see a crowd of people surrounding someone.

Hatori grabbed a small bag at his feet, containing medical things ((A/N:I dunno, thermometers?)), and rushed over to the group of people. He pushed his way through, and once someone realized he was a doctor, they moved the other people out of the way for Hatori, before explaining what had happened.

"He'd been getting a bit wheezy, but then he just started coughing while he was eating!" the frantic man said, who obviously knew the man on the ground, coughing. "It must have been something in the food he was allergic to!"

"You said he'd been wheezy, does he have any health problems?" Hatori asked.

"Yes, he has asthma, but never brings his inhaler with him," the man explained.

'Damn,' Hatori swore to himself. He opened his bag, and searched around frantically for the inhaler he kept in there, in case Yuki ever took an attack in his presence.

He looked down at the man, who was now lying on the ground, coughing even more violently.

Hatori instructed to the other man to sit the 'patient' upright, while he gave him the inhaler. The man did as he was told, and Hatori placed the metallic instrument in the man's mouth, pressing the canister down three times. The man instinctively breathed in the cool medicine, letting it ease his breathing. Soon the man ceased coughing, and returned to normal.

Hatori studied the man's face, as he waited for him to stand up. He had dyed blonde hair (his roots were black), and pale skin (yes he'd just been coughing violently and nearly died, but his skin IS actually really pale). Handsome, chiselled features, and, after he opened his eyes, Hatori saw that they were a soft meadow green. The man turned those green eyes towards Hatori, before standing up. Hatori stood up also, and seen that the man was on the short side (well, compared to Hatori, certainly).

The man was still panting slightly, as he dismissed his friend's queries.

"Are you okay, man?" his friend asked.

"I'm fine, Takeshi, really," he said. "Thanks to this guy," he added, turning to face Hatori.

"I'm Itsuki Eiri," the blonde said, holding out his hand for Hatori to shake. Hatori clasped Eiri's hand, and shook it.

"Sohma Hatori," Hatori replied. Eiri smiled.

"Thanks for the save, doc," he said.

"It was nothing," Hatori said modestly.

"Nothing! You saved his life, man!" the man named Takeshi exclaimed, before shooing the crowd of lingering people away.

"I really owe you one Sohma-sensei," Eiri said. "How can I make it up to you?" Hatori was expecting him to say something along those lines, but was still speechless. Eiri smiled at him, and the normally solemn Hatori felt his stomach do somersaults, and the smallest of blushes rose to his cheeks. Eiri pretended not to notice.

"How about dinner?" he suggested. "My treat. I have to repay you somehow for it," Hatori considered it for a moment. He couldn't see the harm in it. Ayama was only just saying little more than ten minutes ago how he thought Hatori needed more friends. Why not?

"Sure," Hatori replied.

"Great!" Eiri exclaimed, smiling brightly. He dipped down to the ground, and searched through a backpack on the ground. He took out a pen, and grabbed Hatori's hand. He scribbled down a number on his palm.

"This is my number, 'kay? Call me and we'll sort something out, alright?" Hatori nodded.

"Great!" Eiri exclaimed, and turned to his friend.

"Takeshi, I'm gonna go, okay?"

"Okay, wait up, I'll just pay the bill and I'll go with you," Takeshi replied.

"Okay, hurry up," Eiri told him. "Well, thanks again, Hatori-sensei!" Eiri said, as he walked out with Takeshi. ((A/N: already on first name terms, Eiri?))

Hatori watched them leave. He heard Takeshi scold Eiri for leaving his inhaler behind again, and Eiri holding up his hands in defence, and apologizing, promising to take it everywhere from now on.

Hatori sighed, staring down at the number on his hand. Searching in his bag, Hatori took out a pen and paper, writing the number down, in case it smudged on his hand. He slowly walked back to his table, simply picking up his jacket, and going to pay his bill.

As Hatori left the restaurant, he debated with himself on whether or not he should tell his cousins about tonight, and the dinner he was to have with Eiri.

He decided against it.

Riku says: So? What do you think? Bad? Good? Please review! I'll give you candy! o.O even flames! As long as it shows people have read it! (T-T)

If I get one good review, I'll post chapter two. Not that you shouldn't post more than that! I just want reviews… sniff