Peering In From the Outside (Fruits Basket)
Summary: There were many counter-measures that he could have taken if he only had the will to fight. Yuki was no such person - weak at heart and gentle by nature - he unknowingly chained his tormentor to him by means even he couldn't understand. Their intricate web of tantalizing love and hate for one another would only stab so deep. Unaware of a life beyond the prison-like walls he called a home, Yuki viewed people as outsiders who were merely looking in.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. They are the creation of the almighty, Takaya Natsuki.
A/N: My very first Fruits Basket story, and I'm quite nervous as to how people will receive it. I'm not too sure where I'm leading this. You could say I wrote it on a whim, but I assure you I will try my best to make the story enjoyable. If you like it, please do tell; if you dislike it, please do tell as well. I'd like to know! XD
( ) Thoughts will be displayed surrounded by these.
Oh, I'm making Akito a guy as well. BL! Yay, yay, yay! Right? Hope everyone knows what BL stands for. It is also rated a big, fat "M" for sexual content, and extreme violence, so all you kiddies who cannot take in any of the mentioned things, then . . . Skedaddle! XD
Peering In From the Outside
Chapter 1: Faith
A array of smells hit his nose all at once and he was forced to shun away in fear of getting distracted. Yuki was trying to prepare tea for his supposed companion, and he never did like it when he'd mess up. Looking up from his tea brewing, he noticed for one brief second that the sun was shining very strongly outside on the other end of the wall-like fortress. At least that was what he liked to think of it as. (What am I saying . . . The sun can't be different there than it is here.) Yuki was about to start stirring the tea again, but was stopped by a hand encasing itself around his own.
Yuki looked up to see who it belonged to. "Akito."
"You seem rather distracted, my pretty bird," he said in response.
My pretty bird: those were the words Akito chose to use when he felt like calling Yuki in an endearing way. It had long since been perceived as his second name akin to the many other titles Akito has bestowed upon him.
"Did you not want tea this afternoon?" Yuki asked, trying to appease his companion's insatiable need to touch him constantly. "If so, I'll throw the water out and put away the wares."
"No, no, my pretty bird, leave them here and come with me for a moment, won't you?" His one hand squeezed Yuki's possessively. It was a reminder to the ash-haired boy to know that he was with Akito, no one else. (It's time.) "You haven't forgotten why I wanted you to make tea in the first place, did you?" Yuki shook his head. "Good. Then you should remember why I want to see you in our special room, no?" Ashamedly, Yuki nodded his head.
(Am I nothing more than a toy to him?) He stood up fully only to have the top of his head reach the crown of Akito's nose; the other boy was a good two inches taller than him, and not to mention far more stronger in physical strength. Therefore, if he were to struggle, he would only end up getting punished. (It replays itself in my mind over and over again.)
"Do not tremble so . . . You know I dislike it when you cower." Akito waited for Yuki to nod in condolence. (It is about time. Oh, how I've waited till now!)
Their footsteps hardly made a sound as they started to walk down a narrow strip of hallway together. Yuki's breathing hitched in his throat when Akito leaned in close to nip at his left ear lightly - he could already tell that the raven-haired boy was growing impatient the more he had to stall. The sun was definitely brighter on the other side of the wall; Yuki was sure of it now, he needn't know that everything he's been through could be a farce - it all seemed too real to be a dream. In repetition and through time's constraints, he was bared to Akito alone.
Upon reaching the designated room's door, Yuki felt like hesitating. "Wait . . . Before we go in . . . can I go put on the scent that you're so fond of?" Akito actually smiled at what he said - this in turn, only made the ash-haired boy cringe. "I simply thought that it'd help alleviate the strain from your brows," Yuki, unsure of how to initiate, timidly pecked Akito on the cheek, "because you're always frowning when I see you from a nearby window."
"Quite the observer, are you not?" Akito said, a smirk spraying over his cherry-red lips. "Go then, I'll wait for you inside."
"All right." (He loves me, right? I'm sure he does . . . In his own twisted way, I'm sure that somewhere in his heart, he cares.)
A jumpy blonde-haired boy zoomed from one end of the yard to the other - he was excited that he was going outside today with the others. On occasions when Akito was feeling a little better he would let them all pool out of the fortress to the outside world. Yet, on such rare getaways did Yuki stay behind - he always declined to leave when it was deemed to be all right to do so. A forlorn look would cloud his eyes as he'd smile and shake his head without uttering a single word. The blonde thought it a bit strange, but he never worked up the courage to ask what was bothering the lonely soul.
"Hey, Momiji, hurry up before Kisa and I leave you behind," a brunette-haired boy said from beside the large gate used to confine them inside.
Pouting, the blonde shouted back, "no, don't leave me behind! I'm coming!"
The boy who had shouted merely rolled his eyes as he stood beside Kisa. She looked past Momiji towards the small patio she normally saw Yuki sitting on; today, he was not there. Despite what everyone thought of her, she was very keen on figuring things out that at times, that the others did not know about till much later. In a way, she was considered a physic by Momiji and was sometimes asked to predict things for him. Momiji knew it was a silly thing to ask of her to do, but she knew it was all for fun and games because that was how the blonde liked to have fun.
"Hiro, have you seen Yuki at all today?" she asked of him.
"No. Did you need him for something?" One of his eyebrows arched up questioningly. She usually didn't ask about Yuki - it was even more rare that she'd ask of him when they were about to leave for the day.
"I was just asking." Her eyes lingered on the patio a little while longer until Momiji caught up to them, huffing and puffing the whole while.
"Shall we go?" Momiji offered an arm to Hiro and Kisa.
Hiro looked at him as if he were stupid. "Are you seriously thinking I'm going to take that arm of yours?" Momiji nodded while smiling cheekily. "Heh, in that case, dream on."
"Awwwwwww, Hiro," Momiji went into whiny mode, "do you have to be so cold to me all the time? We're practically brothers so come on, come on, come on! Pleaaaaassseeeeee!" Kisa took his offered arm. "See? Kisa doesn't mind."
(He's insufferable . . .) Begrudgingly, he took Momiji's remaining arm with a "hmph" tittering on the edge of his lips. Kisa frowned at him, but he paid her no mind - not this time anyway. Momiji, like the bubbly person that he was, did not care that Hiro was being ill-tempered about it as long as their arms were linked as one.
"So, where do you guys want to go today?" Hiro glanced around him to see that the others had already dispersed onto their own separate ways. "And don't say to an ice cream parlor, Momiji," the blonde visibly shook with disappointment, "it's because of you that Kisa had a stomachache the other time."
"Hummmm, I didn't mean to do that to her," Momiji interjected. "It was an accident."
"How about we hang out at the park today then." Kisa wanted to stop the arguing between the two boys. "We haven't gone there in a while now. Wouldn't it be nice to swing on the swings again, Momiji, Hiro?"
"Yaaaayyyyyy! Swings!"
Hiro shrugged. "I guess so."
As long as Kisa asked for something, Hiro was more than willing to comply to it as long as it was not out of the norm.
Akito was toying with the hem of his dark-blue yukata when Yuki stepped in and closed the screened door behind him. He breathed in deeply, obviously liking the fragrant smell of the pear fruit. With the same hand that was toying with his yukata a moment ago, he used that hand to usher Yuki towards him. Before the ash-haired boy could completely seat himself down on the futon, Akito yanked him by an arm and was on top of him before Yuki realized what had happened. Soft, wet kisses were planted along the right side of his neck.
"You're so enticingly beautiful today, Yuki," Akito purred. "I could mount you now."
"No, not so quickly . . ." Yuki pleaded. It always hurt when Akito did not prepare him first - it had happened in a few instances, but Yuki did not want to have to feel the searing pain afterwards. The other boy was never quite gentle, yet, neither was he so harsh that Yuki would not be able to walk properly after the ordeal.
Their lips locked when Akito moved his head back up. Yuki automatically opened his mouth for the other man's leeway; their tongues met and the ash-haired boy swore Akito tasted of candied apples for some reason. While they were kissing Yuki could feel Akito's right hand sneak up through the open slit in his yukata up to his creamy white thighs. His hand stopped directly beside his manhood - it made Yuki sputter for a moment and their mouths unlocked.
"My pretty bird," Akito began, "be still or I will make it hurt immensely."
(We've done this countless times, and still, I am afraid of his touch.) "I'll try."
"Do not say that, say that you understand," Akito growled.
"I-I understand . . ."
"Good boy."
Yuki moaned when his manhood was grabbed with cold, unfeeling fingers. A light blush came to his cheeks as he tried not to moan again when it was being squeezed. Akito knew all about his body - he knew the areas where he was most sensitive and the areas where he was most unwilling to fork over - indeed, Akito knew all about him. A thin film of sweat was already forming on his forehead and body merely by the sensations he was feeling in the nether legions between his legs. Akito was quick and precise when it came to love-making, so he wasted no time in applying the lube onto his anticipatory right hand. One finger was slipped inside of Yuki.
"Ah, ah . . . already?" he asked through gasps as another finger was inserted. There was no teasing this time - Akito was aiming for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
"Shut up and kiss me." The reason Akito said this was because within the next few seconds he withdrew his fingers and in place of them poked in his penis. The burning pain ripping through Yuki's bottom was quite unbearable, but the raven-haired boy did not let his lips unlock from his to let him give out a loud moan of discomfort. When they did break free from one another, Akito was fully snug inside of him. "You feel really good today."
Yuki was utterly at a loss for Akito's confusing sexual remarks. It was intentionally his own language in his own little world when they were together like this; Akito was one with few words when this stage of the courtship began. In all extremities, he once said something very endearing that has stuck to Yuki ever since, although he wouldn't dare ask Akito to say it again.
It began. Akito started to thrust against Yuki, softly at first, but after the first few he started to find it hard to contain himself and sped up the pace. A soft yelp would escape from the ash-haired boy's lips when Akito pushed forward deeply, sending him sliding across the futon and back down when he pulled out almost to the tip. It was a pleasurable feeling, Yuki had to admit, but he convinced himself that he loved this boy so it was all right to say that being loved was all about the sex. Akito never did say that it was, but Yuki couldn't think of it any other way because when they were not in bed together, Akito was a hard block of ice staring him down.
Leaning down low towards Yuki's belly, Akito made sure to let his weeping penis know that it was not being neglected nor left out of the fun. The rubbing of their stomachs caused a friction for Yuki's penis and it did not take long before he cummed, spraying his own chest with his own semen. Even though Yuki felt spent, Akito was by no means close to coming to a closure - as a matter of fact, he had a lot more pumping to do before he was ready to let it all out.
Yuki laid there silently as Akito continued to work his body. Vaguely, from the small slit through the screened door, he could see the sun shining brightly outside, letting everyone else bask in its faith except for him.
Chapter 1: END