Author's Notes!
this is an amarouse story.
to all of those who don't know, my friend baku [volatili] is sharing my pen name with me, so all stories from here on out will be marked in the AN who they are by. c:
okayso. this isn't a one shot. woot.
this is a story i wrote like...last year, i swear, and i just found it and realized i should post it and continue it! happy jacku.
it's actually really sweet. which is weird, because i normally just do angst and smut. XD
though, this will be a tad sad. kyahaha.
oh dear, thank you to every single one of you who has been giving me and my stories favorites and all those beautiful reviews.
i want to marry each and every single one of you.
and thanks to baku. duh.
Baku: Don't forget to poke air holes in your pokeballs, folks.
Disclaimer!
okay. i don't own furuba. hi.
I JUST WANNA POINT OUT TWO THINGS. YES, AKITO IS MALE IN THIS STORY, AND YES, I KNOW HE ENDS UP BEING A FUCKING GIRL IN THE MANGA.
ah jesus christ.
i watched the anime first and honestly, he will forever be a man in my mind.
IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ THIS 'CAUSE OF THAT, THEN GOOD RIDDENCE TO YOU.
oh, so i'm gonna rate this M.
i plan on putting boysmex in here sometime. :3
so read up and enjoy.
please review and as always, no flames.
flames are for pansies.
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It was too quiet.
The silence was unnerving. There were people all around, yet no one spoke. A scowl took over the face of the head of the Sohma family as a robed arm extended, pale pink sleeve falling back as he did so. A bird came to rest on an extended finger; one of his lovely finches.
He had a bond with these birds. He had a bond with no one else. Instilling fear and hatred did nothing good for making positive relationships and improving one's social skills.
Perhaps he didn't want any. Any bonds, any friendships. He only wanted one, one he could never have.
"Get Hatori."
One with Hatori.
Someone stood, nodding slightly and leaving the room. Akito flicked his finger, nudging the bird off, watching as it flew out of the room. Akito did love is access to the outside from his room. It was beautiful, not to mention his birds could come and go as he pleased.
The servants however...made to stay. Hatori's orders, and Akito hated it. He hated them. He'd hit a few of the girls, causing a weary Hatori to sigh and tell him not to. If Hatori's words did anything at all, they at least made him apologize, though he wasn't sorry at all.
And so, the doctor entered and the servants left (as one of Akito's fits made it clear that if Hatori was in the room, they were to get their "worthless asses" out pronto).
"Is something wrong, Akito-san?"
Hatori was weary. Weary as he'd always been since Kana. Since that whole...incident had occured. At first, he was afraid of Akito. Then the fear subsided and turned to weariness, but never hate. He could never hate or blame Akito for what he did.
Akito was his God. It was the curse he was born and would die with.
"I feel like I have a fever," Akito said softly, pulling his robes closer to him; they often tended to slide down his shoulders. He stood with his back to the doctor, who was sitting on his knees. Hatori faced Akito. Akito faced the setting sun and the trees.
"And this cough hasn't gotten any better."
You see, Akito was getting very close to death. The reason behind the servants that were always in his room. The reason for the frequent (more-so than usual) doctor visits.
Akito didn't mind Hatori's visits, however. It was quite the contrary.
"And I'm starting to think that death will be better than having all these wretched girls in here all day."
"That isn't true, Akito-san..."
"I much rather enjoy your company, Ha'ri-san."
You see, Akito was in love with Hatori.
-ch. one ++ fin-
