This is my third Furuba fanfic, and I hope you like it!! Ok the weird
thing about the first one is, Akito continues telling the story... after...
some things happen. I kinda liked the way it worked, so just bear wif me
if you don't like it!! Enjoy, ok?! ^^totoro^^
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and stared in the face of a bright new day. The long thin curtains on my window flapped in the cool autumn breeze as sunshine scattered itself across my bedroom floor. A frown tainted my expression as I thought of the day awaiting me.
I dressed, thinking of what I would do today... probably nothing. I couldn't help but think of that horrible face, always smiling. So cheery, yet so oblivious to everything that affected her. My frown deepened. Damn her, sucking our family into her trap.
I strolled out into my living room, which was richly decorated in simple but beautiful art. The room was dark, like I liked it, and I slipped into a the shadow of a corner. Hatori wandered through the house, having heard me get up. "Hatori," I called out, hoping he'll hear me.
"Akito-san, you awoke later than usual today," he commented bringing me the bento he ordered. His bored expression was enhanced by the dimness of the room as he handed me the box. "Let's eat, and then I'll check on it." With that said, he opened the door to the dining room and seated himself on a cushion. I ate quietly, watching the shade play on his features.
"So has it progressed further, Hatori?" I looked at him intensely, and swallowed a mouthful of rice. He brushed the dark hair away from his face for a moment, letting both of his olive-green eyes stare at me for a moment. He sighed as the strands fell back in place. I don't think he could look at me any more than that, and he stared into his food as he answered.
"I think it has. The tests show that the cancer..." he trailed off, looking into my eyes, his tinged with sadness. "The cancer spread to your liver and lungs. Added to your other ailments, this could cause a problem..."
"That is nearly all of my organs, Hatori," I said calmly, as if I didn't care. I hated the façade I put up, the face of Akito was not real... I did care. I didn't want to die. I never asked for this.
Hatori nodded and said nothing. "Make the best of it," he said, a little too gruffly for my tastes.
We finished our meals, and I headed back to my room. Hatori, following a distance behind me, searched through his medical bag to find something. I sat on my bed, and opened the top of my robe, exposing my thin frame, and pale skin. My hair fell carelessly into my eyes. As I raised my hand to brush it away, my breath caught in my throat as a pain shot through my lower abdomen. I gasped in pain and held my stomach, trying to make it stop. "Auuugh! Hatori... Hatori!" I cried out, clutching harder. I fell forward onto the floor, landing in the fetal position. Spasms shot through my legs as I lay helpless, Hatori hovering over me. It was like I was being torn in half, my entire body racked with pain. I couldn't move. The pains shot through me over and over again, and my legs shook and kicked without my control. Thoughts ran through my mind over and over. No one will ever know me... I don't want to die. The memories and faces flashed through my mind as I struggled, panting on the floor. I saw everyone I ever loved, ever hated, ever took advantage of. Watched myself give beatings over and over again to Yuki, watched myself make Hatori erase memories, watched myself die. I could see myself... it was an odd feeling, being outside of your body... watching yourself suffer. Then I returned, the pain shooting through me once more as I was brought back to reality by my leg slamming against the bed. I knew it was broken, the deafening crack filling the air in the room.
As my mouth hung open, I screamed in pain and tried to control myself, but it only hurt worse. Hatori crouched, trying to restrain my arms as they flailed wildly. My stomach seemed to be being ripped out of my body, and my lungs burned. Black waves rolled over my eyes as I continued to scream, and I stared out my window. The light blinded me, and I wanted to reach out and touch it. I was no longer breathing, and slowly my body grew quiet, stilled by the lack of oxygen fueling its rage. Hatori was frantically pushing my chest, but my eyes did not move. My heart did not beat. Nothing worked anymore, and I lay dead under him, staring at him with unseeing eyes.
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and stared in the face of a bright new day. The long thin curtains on my window flapped in the cool autumn breeze as sunshine scattered itself across my bedroom floor. A frown tainted my expression as I thought of the day awaiting me.
I dressed, thinking of what I would do today... probably nothing. I couldn't help but think of that horrible face, always smiling. So cheery, yet so oblivious to everything that affected her. My frown deepened. Damn her, sucking our family into her trap.
I strolled out into my living room, which was richly decorated in simple but beautiful art. The room was dark, like I liked it, and I slipped into a the shadow of a corner. Hatori wandered through the house, having heard me get up. "Hatori," I called out, hoping he'll hear me.
"Akito-san, you awoke later than usual today," he commented bringing me the bento he ordered. His bored expression was enhanced by the dimness of the room as he handed me the box. "Let's eat, and then I'll check on it." With that said, he opened the door to the dining room and seated himself on a cushion. I ate quietly, watching the shade play on his features.
"So has it progressed further, Hatori?" I looked at him intensely, and swallowed a mouthful of rice. He brushed the dark hair away from his face for a moment, letting both of his olive-green eyes stare at me for a moment. He sighed as the strands fell back in place. I don't think he could look at me any more than that, and he stared into his food as he answered.
"I think it has. The tests show that the cancer..." he trailed off, looking into my eyes, his tinged with sadness. "The cancer spread to your liver and lungs. Added to your other ailments, this could cause a problem..."
"That is nearly all of my organs, Hatori," I said calmly, as if I didn't care. I hated the façade I put up, the face of Akito was not real... I did care. I didn't want to die. I never asked for this.
Hatori nodded and said nothing. "Make the best of it," he said, a little too gruffly for my tastes.
We finished our meals, and I headed back to my room. Hatori, following a distance behind me, searched through his medical bag to find something. I sat on my bed, and opened the top of my robe, exposing my thin frame, and pale skin. My hair fell carelessly into my eyes. As I raised my hand to brush it away, my breath caught in my throat as a pain shot through my lower abdomen. I gasped in pain and held my stomach, trying to make it stop. "Auuugh! Hatori... Hatori!" I cried out, clutching harder. I fell forward onto the floor, landing in the fetal position. Spasms shot through my legs as I lay helpless, Hatori hovering over me. It was like I was being torn in half, my entire body racked with pain. I couldn't move. The pains shot through me over and over again, and my legs shook and kicked without my control. Thoughts ran through my mind over and over. No one will ever know me... I don't want to die. The memories and faces flashed through my mind as I struggled, panting on the floor. I saw everyone I ever loved, ever hated, ever took advantage of. Watched myself give beatings over and over again to Yuki, watched myself make Hatori erase memories, watched myself die. I could see myself... it was an odd feeling, being outside of your body... watching yourself suffer. Then I returned, the pain shooting through me once more as I was brought back to reality by my leg slamming against the bed. I knew it was broken, the deafening crack filling the air in the room.
As my mouth hung open, I screamed in pain and tried to control myself, but it only hurt worse. Hatori crouched, trying to restrain my arms as they flailed wildly. My stomach seemed to be being ripped out of my body, and my lungs burned. Black waves rolled over my eyes as I continued to scream, and I stared out my window. The light blinded me, and I wanted to reach out and touch it. I was no longer breathing, and slowly my body grew quiet, stilled by the lack of oxygen fueling its rage. Hatori was frantically pushing my chest, but my eyes did not move. My heart did not beat. Nothing worked anymore, and I lay dead under him, staring at him with unseeing eyes.