This one does not own Fruits Basket, nor does she own Akito. She just likes to write about himher, is all.
2. Love
Love, Akito believed, was useless. A crutch, a pointless emotion that held you back and made you do the stupidest things- look at Hatori. Simply something for the weak romantics to draw hope from. He watched Kyo and Yuki and that Tohru Honda girl with disgust, sneers, and loathing, and he never once thought to envy them or wish that he had someone to care for. No, they were the fools, and he, the god. But late at night when his body ached and his heart was cold, he wondered, briefly, occasionally, what it would be like to be loved.
Yesss. Anime format because I just realized I called Akito a him. Anyway, can be read as manga if you wanna substitute.
Wrote this a couple weeks ago but didn't think to pout it up till just now.