Akito, not the name you would expect the daughter of Kyo to have. But some force, something caused Tohru to name her after the once dreaded God of the Sohma family. Fortunatly, Akito was nothing like her namesake.
"I don't" The small orange haired girl tossed around, avoiding the sunlight creaping through her window, "Wanna get up," She was sure her father would come and get her up soon enough, not that she wanted to leave the comfort of her bed. She could see the snow outside was fading and what snow would have been falling had turned to rain. Rain, just the thought of it made Akito Sohma extremly exahusted. The new family curse seemed to be getting Akito up in the mornings, she was like Yuki when it came to mornings, but, although neither one would admit it, just like Kyo in everything else. Short choppy orange hair, big brown eyes, but lets get away from the looks. She was short tempered, and very determind. This was probably why she and her father didn't get along well. Every morning there was a who-can-scream-the-loudest-and-still-not-get-their-point-across match between Akito and Kyo. Usually about nothing, but arguing was easy to do. Akito found Yuki to be her favorite, she was born in the year of the rat, one reason she thought her father might not like her that much. She got along quite well with Yuki, she wasn't sure why. Turning around she snuggled deep into her bed, not wanting to get out anytime soon, no matter who came to get her.
"Hey," The older version of Akito stood in her open doorway, the girl turned avoiding the light, "Wake up," His voice was cold and without entusiasm. Back when Akito was smaller Kyo seemed full of happiness and Joys, holding her above his head so she could nearly reach the top of the pink flowered cherry trees. But those days seemed long gone now. "Akito," A smiled crept across the mans face as he crossed the room. "Come on Akito," He picked up the half sleeping girl, "Do you ever change to sleep?" Kyo looked back at the girl he had draped over his shoulder, still fully dressed in Kacki cargo jeans and a black v-neck sweater.
"I was tired, I didn't really have time," She looked around, only now relizing that Kyo was walking down the stairs, "Hey, heeeeey! Put me down! Down! heeeeeyyyy!" Her kicking and punching went unoticed.
"Here," Kyo sat the girl down infront of a man about the same size as himself, "Take it fo the week." The man glared at Kyo, setting down a still steaming cup of tea.
"Akito is not an 'It' Kyo." He shook his head advancing towards Kyo, "Akito is a tweleve year old girl, did you even know she was tweleve Kyo?" He cocked his head to the side, smirking a bit.
"Of Course I did you little rat!" Kyo himself became fifteen year old, "Come one pretty boy, after all these years, you think you still got it? You think you can still take me?!" Kyo wasn't smiling half as much at the other man was smirking, but he held his fist up anyway.
"Dad get off Yuki San," Akito smiled a bit walking over to Yuki and Kyo. "Where are we going? And can we leave now?" Akito looked over at Kyo, "Please?" She tugged at Yuki's arm, trying to drag him out the door. Yuki chuckled ((I don't like that word...Chuckled)) following her lead.
"We'll have to countinue this Kyo." Yuki smiled putting on a pair of brown dress shoes while Akito laced up her combat boots. "For now," He pulled out his green umbrella opening the door to folllow Akito into the cold, "I believe I have to go with Akito, or she'll leave with no idea as to wheere she's going. She's too much like you Kyo, headstrong."
"She is not!"
"I am not!"
Kyo and Akito awnsered at the same time. Yuki smiled a bit to himself thinking silently, 'She getting more like Kyo everyday,' Althought at this moment Yuki's head was full of thoughts, as he watched the currently happy Akito he thought, 'She's going to hate me after today,' as he thought back to what the girl's namesake had done to him in the past he thought 'Why would I want to bring her into this?' Yes, poor Yuki's head was swirling in thoughts, he would have thought more if Akito hadn't interrupted him.
"So where are we going Yuki San?" Yuki looked down, forcing a smile.
"Sohma house today," He watched the girl's face twist in disgust, "Oh it's not that bad," Yuki lied, "I was just going to take you to see Kiada today, I'm sure she's a lot different from when she was little, you know?" Kiada, Akito's daughter. She had inheritated her mother's dislike for Yuki, and lately poor Kiada had been rather lonely. She had inherited he mother's gift for getting ill as well, so she needed a new 'toy' so to speak.
"Do I stay there the whole week?" Akito watched the ground, walking slower under Yuki unberella, she coughed a bit, trying to hide it like she always did. She didn't want to have to stay at Sohma house for another seven years. Akito had the same sort of past as Yuki had had at Sohma house. When she was younger she was fairly ill, she would have to stay at Sohma house with Hatori for months at a time. He thought it had something to do with the air in the mountains. So she stayed in Sohma house, and was the same age as Kiada, so they were forced to be friends.
"Erm," Yuki appeared to be avoiding the question, "Iriko is home for holiday this week," His daughter went to a small boarding school at the other end of the country, "I didn't think about it until yeaterday, and I had already agreed to keep you while Kyo was away..." Akito stopped, Yuki went forward a few feet before he relized this, "Look, it was Hatori Idea. He said that you hadn't been coming to see him and he wanted to make sure that your cough wasn't getting worse. Akito didn't move, Yuki resorted to moving himself toward her, she took two steps back when he came near.
"I hate you Yuki." This was the first time Akito hadn't called him Yuki San.
"Hate me all you want," Yuki manged to get close to her, his knees bent his purple eyes only inches away from her brown, "I don't have an opinon in this."
"You could have told him no!" Akito shouted over the thunder, "You have no idea what it's like, being there, with her, the things she says, what she does!" The girl yelled at Yuki, unaware of his past, "What happens to you if you happen to have an opinion that she doesn't agree with!" She was fighting back tears, she might have been able to hold herself together if she hadn't noticed Yuki's tears that gathered in the corners of his bright eyes and slid down his cheek.
"Have no idea!" Akito backed up a bit as Yuki threw his unberella onto the ground, "I understand better than you ever will! Her mother," She paused taking in a couple gulps of air, "Kiada's mother tourted me Akito! The woman you're named after, she tourted me, you only had to spend a few years with her daughter, I had to spend most of my life with her!" Yuki's fist shook at his side, she thought he was mad. He thought he was mad until Akito fell into his chest sobbing.
"I- you never told me," The man looked shocked for a moment before putting his hand under the girl's legs, and another hand behind her head lifting her off the ground, "I'll go, I won't be happy, but I'll go. For however long I have too."
The two stood in the rain for a few moment until both were calm enough to stand without shaking and to make their legs work. Yuki picked up his umberella holding it over Akito thinking, 'Kiada won't he happy. The old Akito was ver happy when her rat was wet, or in an inperfect condition. I won't wait around to see what happens.' They walked in silence to Sohma house, Yuki led the way to the main house, the house where he and Akito had some of teir worst memories. "May I ask you something Akito?" He looked at the girl who had turned whilte staring at the door , shivering, not only because she was cold but because of what she imagained Kiada saying. She simply nodded, unable to speak, "Kiada, does she ever" Yuki took a shaky breath, "Does she ever put you in 'the cage'?" He remembered the room he had concidered 'the cage' when he was younger. Simply a large room with no windows that only the old Akito and he came in and out of, the old Akito came and went more often than Yuki did, but Yuki was there more. Akito looked up at Yuki, she nodded slowly looking up, eyes wide with a number of emotions. "Hmmm," Yuki tunred away, knocking slowly at the door.