Summary: CAUTION- Yaoi fic. Odd pairing(s). I've only read up to Manga number 14, so take it easy on me!

For months now, Akitou has slowly been drawing nearer to Momiji in his own twisted way. Momiji has been acting weird...and when he meets up with Akitou, he may have reached his limit. Please review.

Disclaimer: Takaiya-sama owns Fruits Basket, and I, sadly, do not. I do, however, own the pairing and the story...and the plot line. The songs that I may or may not use are probably not mine, either.

Title: Closer and Closer to You

Chapter Title: Hatred

Momiji had changed. And obviously not for the better. It had been months, and since then, no one had seen his chocolate eyes light up. No one had seen his bright smile, or heard a laugh so glorious it could bring the sun up. Every day, he trudged his tired body up out of bed and changed into what ever he felt like. Mostly it was some thing bland, gray or white seemed to suit him now-a-days. He still dressed up too, mostly in flowing white gowns whenever he felt like or even tu-tu's he managed to ransack from some one who had a sister. But today, however, he decided to do nothing different. It was his 16'th birthday. So what? He threw on a white blouse with matching white jeans, white socks and tennishoes. On his wrist was a gold watch- he had to know when the torture of school was going to end- and there was also a white bow in his hair. That was it. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked to school.

"Ohayo Miji-chan!" Tohru smiled. Momiji managed to let a small smile tug at his features.
"Hallo, Ru-san." he said, pronouncing it with a perfect German accent. Other than having grown an inch taller, Momiji didn't look much different than he had at 15.

"You're looking lovely today." she said, still chipper. His heart heaved a sigh.

"Tohru, can I tell you some thing?" in that moment, his voice sounded much older. Much more mature. Cheerless, too calm for Momiji. Tohru looked hurt it, and nodded vigorously.

"Tell me!"

"It really upsets me when you look at me that way." he said carelessly, shifting his backpack. The bell rang, and he continued without thinking of how he'd hurt his best friend's feelings.

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After school, he didn't stop by the rest of his group. He just stuck a red lollipop in his mouth, and complained out loud to himself about how much homework he had. After a while, he just stopped and sat down, watching Haru and Yuki walk down the street. Part of him still wanted to jump up and say "Yuki-chan! Haru-chan! Wie ging Schule?" but some thing strange held him down. A strange feeling in his gut, some thing called 'pride'. He'd never had it before, pride. Not in himself anyways. Most of his pride went out to the friends he used to love. But now his pride was getting in the way. He sighed, and placed his head in his hand. Momiji wasn't the kind of person who'd favor any thing getting in the way of him and his friends.

"Momiji-chan, it's good to see you." Yuki said in his typically soft, soothing voice.

"Hallo Yuki, nett, Sie auch zu sehen."

"We've missed you, Momiji-chan." Haru said, coming up to the little bunny. The way he said it made shivers go down the half-German boy's spine. It seemed to say every thing to Momiji that he knew Haru probably wanted to say, but didn't because Yuki was there.

"Gomen Nasaii Haru-chan, I've just been busy lately." the bunny lied to his best friend for the first time. That feeling came back to him again, but also with another feeling. A feeling of authority. As if he now commanded the world. Momiji swallowed a smile to make sure his words were convincing.

"I see." Yuki intervened, seeming to understand. "Haru-chan and I were worried that some thing was wrong with you. "

"No, no Yuki-chan!" Momiji said, smiling for the first time in months. "I'm doing great! Nie besser!"

Haru smiled back, this time intervening for Yuki. "Well then, would you like to come over to my house tonight? Say around 7?"

"Hai Haru-san! That would be fun!" for some reason, Momiji couldn't seem to dig deep enough into himself to bring his old cheerful self back up. His pretending was fine...he hoped, but he could tell that it wasn't the same. He was changing. No, scratch that. He had changed, dramatically.

"See you." they agreed, and all three of them parted in their own directions.

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Momiji showed up at Haru's appartment at exactly 7:00, dressed up as usual. He had on a soft yellow dress with red roses and gloves to match the dress. "Haru-chan, Yuki-chan, wo sind Sie?" he called, sounding unusually timid for a boy like Momiji. "Yuki-chan, Haru-chan...wo sind Sie? Wo sind Sie?" he sighed, trudging further in as the hare's curious nature got the best of him. "Haru-chan..." he began, going for the back door. He stepped outside, and the shadow of a lone figure greeted him. All of his emotions pummeled him at once.

Anger. Fear. Sorrow. Loneliness. Pride.

"Wer ist dieses?"

"Do you really need to ask, Momiji-kun?"

Akitou-sama stood with his back towards the rabbit, arms folded and his head hung with a mischevious smirk on his face.

"Akitou-sama..." Momiji balled his fists. He'd never felt angry before, never. Not this angry. He realized that the feeling he was feeling wasn't anger at all. It was hatred. "Watashi ha nikumu! Watashi ha nikumu, kono akutai o nikumu! Giji jigoku iki da!" he snarled, not realizing he had that much in him. Enough in him to tell the person he feared most that he hated him.

"Well then, Usa-kun." Akitou chuckled, turning around to face the boy. "You truly do hate me. Now you understand what it's like to hate. Now, watashi no usa...you are no better than I."

Momiji paled at the God's words, realizing that Akitou was right. Tears welled up in his eyes. "No better...than...Akitou..." he whimpered, suddenly feeling his stomach lurch. He began to sweat, and he vomited all over the ground until he hadn't enough substance in himself to remain concious. His body fell to the ground in the putrid stench, shivering in the shock of all that had happened.

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A/N:
I used a lot of foreign words in this chapter, sorry about that. This lovely little section of the page is where I translate it.

Ohayo- Good Morning. I do hope I spelled it right '

Wie ging Schule- How was school?

nett, Sie auch zu sehen.- It is also nice to see you.

Gomen Nasaii- I'm Sorry.

Nie Besser!- Never better!

Hai- Yes; Okay.

Wo sind Sie- Where are you?

Wer ist dieses- Who are you?

"Watashi ha nikumu! Watashi ha nikumu, kono akutai o nikumu! Giji jigoku iki da!"- "I hate you! I hate you, and I hate this curse! Go to hell you bastard!"

And also, I'm sorry it was so short. The next chapter will be better and longer, I promise!