A/N: Only the general plot is mine, but Akito and Shigure Sohma (along with the rest of the Sohmas) belong to Natsuki Takaya. She imagined the relationship between Akito and Shigure as well and I'm just playing with it… out of boredom. Oh, and clearly Akito is a female in this story. You're also probably wondering, "What the hell is she thinking, submitting two stories in a day? She probably takes no time on them." For the answer, I'd written them a while ago and thought they were mildly acceptable. Woo. Enjoy and review, since I can't know what people think of it if you don't.

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"Shigure!" Akito demanded, and, but a minute later, the man called Shigure scrambled fearfully into the room, hearing his name from quite a distance.

"Yes, Akito?" he asked quietly, kneeling before the woman in front of him.

The woman that had been raised as a male, the woman with a heart as cold as stone. She was the one nobody could get through to. He had been told it was a lost cause to try to socialize with her - that she herself was a lost cause, and yet he remained intrigued by her. Akito. Her thoughts and her logic twisted, but somehow he knew that underneath the cruelty, feeling existed. There was a true heart, somewhere inside.

"I saw you outside," she said simply.

"I don't understand - " Shigure began.

"I saw you outside - " she repeated sharply, " - with a woman!"

"Akito, I don't - "

She smacked him before he had the chance to finish his sentence, and he winced from the pain of it.

"Who is she?" she requested, her voice dangerously low. "Tell me who she is."

"I-I don't know," he fibbed.

"Liar!" Akito growled, and grabbed a fistful of his hair in her hand, pulling it forcefully. "Tell me the truth!"

"She's a girl I met at - at school!" he said quickly, and again, he was lying about the last part: he had not, indeed, met the girl at school, but it was irrelevant because Akito seemed satisfied.

Satisfied with his answer, anyway, but not satisfied with his actions.

"What were you doing with her?" Akito dictated loudly, tugging heavily at his hair again, "What were you doing?"

"We were just walking!" Shigure replied hastily, tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to cry out, 'Let go!' but he knew that Akito would only hold on more tightly.

"I thought you said you were - " Akito began furiously, but Shigure cried out at that precise moment, "Nothing happened, Kito-chan!"

Kito-chan?

She let go of him slowly and fell to the floor, and Shigure realized that the mad gleam in her eye was extremely evident. She looked violent, like a bird ready to attack it's prey, a worm positioned in the soil. Shigure gulped, knowing, without a doubt, that he was the worm and Akito the bird. She tucked her fingers under his chin and tilted it upward to look at her face.

"Look at me," she said quietly, forcing him to look her in the eye.

He bit his lip nervously. What was there to say? She was so angry, so horrible… so what was it, he asked himself, what was it that fascinated him?

"You - you disgust me," she snarled, "and you deserve this."

She slashed at his face and he fell forward into a heap on the floor.

"Pathetic!" she yelled, "Just like the rest of them! You're nothing but weak!"

"Akito - " he cried.

"You're going to abandon me, Shigure!" she hollered, "They all are!"

"No one's going to abandon you, Akito!" Shigure found himself yelling now; yelling at her of all people.

"Stop! I don't want lies!" she screeched.

"Akito!" he said loudly, "We love you!"

She was silent for a moment, and then he knew that it had worked. She, Akito, had been touched - somewhere below the surface. When, she tried to remember, when was the last time anyone had said that to her?

The answer came in a quiet, cold voice. Never.

"We all do," he said, making sure it was coaxing her out of her hostility; the malicious gleam in her eye was faint, very much so.

And what he spotted next to that gleam, he couldn't believe. Had Akito shed a tear? He looked closer, unintentionally drawing his face closer to hers as he did so. And so she had - an unmistakable tear was forming in her eye and he pulled away quickly when it rolled down her cheek.

"Go!" she barked, and Shigure scrambled to his feet.

"Yes, Akito-sama!" he said, bowing before scuttling out of the room. When he was halfway down the hall, however, he heard a small noise coming from the room.

Had he heard it correctly?

"Wait," came Akito's voice.

He walked slowly back into the room, eyes wide when he entered. She was sitting there helplessly, on the floor, and when he looked at her, she gazed back. She still seemed angry, but less so.

"Shigure?"

"Yes, Akito?" he asked, looking at her. He wanted to make sure she wasn't going to snap again, wasn't going to hit him.

Or mess up my hair, he added as an afterthought.

She replied simply, "Stay."

Well, I hope you liked it. Leave a review, please, or I might not continue with it. I'll admit a failed story when I know that's how it is. It's over dramatic, I know, but you can hardly have Akito in a fic and not have it be over dramatic. Constructive criticism is always nice. -swoon-

Wait, where did the swoon come from? xD