When Enough Is Enough

Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing a fanfic if Fruits Basket belonged to me.

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Tohru was angry. It was extremely rare for her to get angry. For a sweet girl like her to get angry, either the object of anger is very, very good at using his/her words, or the reason is reason enough to make her angry. In Tohru's case, it's both.

Said object of anger: Akito.

Said reason: Insulting her friends.

NOT a good mix.

"They should expel her ..."

At all.

As he went on about her friends, Tohru excused herself. After a few breath-in, breath-outs, she managed to calm herself enough to go in again.

By now, he was starting on her parents and Kyou and Yuki were fuming but able to hold their anger (they really love her don't they?).

"... useless ... deserved to die ..." Tohru felt her anger rise up to maximum level again.

"## ... " Kyou, Yuki and Kisa looked as if they wanted to say something butwere too afraid to do so. He WAS the feared Head, after all. The otherswisely refrained from commenting or opening their mouths for that matter, in case they say something they'll regret.

"... served her right ..." Tohru was just about to snap. She could feel it. Hell, they could feel the dangerous aura coming from her.

"Ex-excuse me", she said before standing up shakily.

"Sit down, I'm not done", Akito commanded her like she's his pet.

Kyou's last string finally snapped. "DON'T TALK ..." He was interrupted by a rather unusual sight, or sound, whichever you want it to be.

"LIKE HELL, YOU'RE NOT DONE!" Tohru was shaking from pure rage, she was glaring, and if looks could kill, Akito would be ashes in mere seconds. Everyone stared at her, but she's far from done.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? COMMANDING ME LIKE THAT? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO INSULT MY FRIENDS AND PARENTS LIKE THAT? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT EVERYONE LIKE SOME RUBBISH? WHO DIED AND MADE YOU KING? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? GOD? ..."

This went on for a full 5 minutes before Tohru was out of breathe and her throat was hurting. By the time she regained her composure, Akito was cowering from her wrath and the others were looking at her with a mixture of respect, fear, amusement and shock

"That felt good," she muttered before looking up. "Oops," she blushed and rushed to her room.

Silence filled the room before Ayame commented, "is she on PMS?"

The End

A/N: I know, I know. It's short, it's crappy, but hey, give me a break will you?

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