Disclaimer: I sadly do NOT own Fruits Basket or anyone from it. However, I DO own Akumo(: No stealing mother fludgers.
ConeMcCaSum41: Just a short introduction. All it really does is describe the main character. Sorry if it's not so good :\
--- Chapter 1: Akumo? ---
"Know your place, Akumo. You may bare the Sohma name, but it holds no meaning. You're just a scrap of filth, my family merely had sympathy for you."
I trembled and quivered while on my knees. "Yes Akito." I felt another blow come in contact with back. My knees and elbows gave in, letting me collapse to the floor. I wanted to scream, run, anything to get away. But what could I do? Nothing, that's what. So he continued. I simply let Akito annihilate my ounces of dignity, let him beat me senseless.
I woke up screaming, holding my chest. I slouched back, relaxing from the horrific nightmare that has haunted me since the day. "Just a dream, just a dream." I kept murmuring to myself. I breathed in and out to calm my nerves down. I'm a teenager, and that memory still hasn't left me. I thought to myself. Not exactly a good thing to think of early in the morning. I glanced over to the green numbers on my digital clock.
It was 5:09. A.M. Sure, that's as early as ever, but being the first day of school, I didn't really care. I had to get up to be "ready". I sighed, and sat at the edge of the bed. "Stupid fucking school." I murmured, taking a seat at my vanity. I turned on my flat iron, keeping it at a cool level. When it was warmed up, I tried to smooth out my brown bed headed locks. When I was sure every inch of my hair was pin straight, I glanced at the clock again. 6:15. I still had over an hour.
I was fully awake and ready, I couldn't go back to bed now. I sighed, heading to my closet. I pulled out the soft sky blue uniform. I wasn't too fond of it, but what could I do? I didn't make the rules. The words 'Oh well', came to mind. Seeing as I still had over half an hour left, I headed to the corner in my room. My little music corner. It had everything I loved. My guitar, my drum sticks, my guitar picks, my guitar, my drum set, my bass guitar, and an armless chair.
I sat down in the chair and picked up my electric blue guitar. Out of the collection of guitar picks I owned, I picked a sparkly silver pick. One of my favorites. I sighed and played the first chord to a song I played too much.
You're running fast and missing, but cannot help convincing.
The reasons you gave me are all wearing thin.
It's not meant to hurt you, but let me assure you.
It's not what I said, but intentions I've read.
So when you hold onto, the past then you
Will break down what little is left.
There is nothing more, you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference to me.
Now that you're older, life's weighing on your shoulders.
You can't seem to keep things so perfectly straight.
With most things so basic, you might as well face it.
You can't help but worry, it's all just begun.
So when you hold onto, the past then you,
Will break down what little is left.
There is nothing more, you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
(instrumental break)
It makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference,
So when you hold onto, the past then you,
Will break down what little is left.
There is nothing more, you can't ignore,
And say it makes no difference to me.
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me,
It makes no difference,
It makes no difference to me.
I strummed that last chord, letting my voice fade. I sighed, getting up from my chair. I trotted over to my vanity, grabbing my bracelet that rested on a hook at the edge of the mirror. I sighed and clasped the silver chain. "I might as well get going." I muttered softly. I grabbed my chain necklace with a black and pink guitar pick as the charm. I sighed and grabbed my bag and headed out my room. I walked out the through the hall and slipped my shoes on. Without looking back, I shut and locked my door.
I still had plenty of free time before school started, why hurry? Walking by, I heard an unwanted wolf whistle reach my ears. I stopped in alert. I turned, seeing a tall guy in a leather jacket. I rolled my eyes as his eyebrows raised suggestively. "Hey baby, where ya headed?" I rolled my eyes. "To school." I answered casually. I continued walking my way. I could hear his footsteps following behind me. "C'mon, why don't you ditch the crap, come have a little fun?" I sighed. "Look dude, don't make me any worse than I already am." The pissed off tone was crystal clear in my voice.
This guy didn't get the clue. "C'mon, we'll have fun." I began to growl. I turned and faced him, my royal blue colored eyes held anger. "Okay dude, what the hell is your problem. Fuck off, I'm going to school. Leave. Me. Alone." My vocals were thorough and clear. I turned back around, heading my way to school once again. He was still following. I stomped my foot when he was close enough, I got him right in the center of his foot. He yelped out in pain. I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. "If I ever catch you within 100 yards of me, I won't hesitate to kick your ass." Venom was thick in my malicious voice. He held his arms up defensively. I threw him down onto the floor. "Scram."
I checked my cell phone. I was late. It was already 7:49, and I was nowhere near the school. My little stalker had slowed me down. I began to power walk, trying to not break a sweat. It made things seem to go a lot faster. Time was flying just as fast as my legs were moving. I arrived at the school, grabbing a late note from the office. I finally made my way to class room 1-D. I rolled my eyes at the curious glances that were directed my way. I walked to the front desk and handed the note to the teacher. He read it over and nodded. "Please find an empty seat." I sighed, making my way to the back.
As the lesson went on, I fiddled with guitar pick on my neck. Damn boring classes, damn school, damn the world. My thoughts continued to run on, damning the horrible things in the world. I grabbed a pen and began to write on my hand. Such a common habit to expect from me. I wrote the dumbest things on myself. I wrote things like graffiti numbers and flaming symbols. Also things I would want as a guitar design. I was that bored. Apparently, I had caught the attention of half the class. It was probably the fact that I was air drumming. "Ms. Sohma, would like to join us with the rest of the class?" I raised an eyebrow. "Umm, no, not really." I answered, returning to my air drumming. I was always good at ticking people off.
"Ms. Sohma, if you wouldn't like a detention on your first day, I suggest you pay attention along with your classmates." I just stared blankly. "What if I want a detention?" The class laughed at my serious expression. "Then a detention you shall receive." I shrugged. "Cool, see ya there then." The class was quietly sniggering until the lunch bell rang. I grabbed my bag and left, heading anywhere away from here. Best spot away from people, the roof. "Stupid Akito. Stupid deal." As soon as I reached the roof, I threw my bag on the floor. I grumbled and slumped against a wall. I grabbed an onyx black visor from my bag. I placed it upside down, shielding the sun from my eyes. I heard a door open and close again.
"Akumo…Is it really you?"