Akito Sohma's POV: One shot
Disclaimer: I do not own fruits basket!
His pain is unlike anything I've ever had the displeasure of fathoming. The way of which he sees himself is enough to destroy yourself. His raven black hair covers his eyes when he no longer has the words to speak. He launches himself at those who oppose him for the fear of being despised. His cold brown eyes search through your soul, trying to piece together why he is not happy, and everyone else seems to content. Is it her? Is that the reason for their ecstasy? He will never know, and no one will ever wish upon themselves to tell him. He will rot in the darkness of self pity, and of the ever present fear written in his heart.
His life is willed with despair, as his story is told in his eyes. Within every lie he holds so dear, there is truth behind it. Within every painful glance he gives, there is also longing. For the power to see past the lies is a very wonderful thing, but the power to change fate is even greater. He longs for that power, and he fear's that he will never obtain it due to his deformity.
Yes. He thinks of himself as deformed, as a creature made up by the hate of everyone else. He tells everyone that they are monsters, freaks without a cause, but in reality, that is how he sees himself. The dark snow and ice surrounding his heart only grows thicker every day; every minute.
His anger is often occurred by self arrogance. Though no one stays around long enough to find out. He cries in the rain behind closed doors, so that no one will ever see any of his weakness'. Pain is his life. And fear had built him up. He awaits for the day that he will finally leave this place, and onto what he had been told of, as a better world. Freak, is what they called him. Mutant, is what they're eyes said. Being a monster is why they left him.
But, why him? He appears normal; more so than anyone else! Why must they ridicule him? The answers that he wishes for, he knows will never come. The love that he so badly needs, will never come either. He knows that, and knows of which that burdens him. He is helpless to do anything about it though, and its because of that helplessness, that he enjoys watching the helplessness of others. Sadist; that is him, but is it without cause? No. Everything has a reason to be the way they are, even if its something fatuous. His reasons no one knows, his reason are beyond our understanding. But, his reasons are also beyond normality.
Nothing can or will suppress his nightmare. He sometimes thinks that no one will ever save him. This, sadist, will continue living her lie, until the strength she wants comes to her. She lives the lie of being the guy, just so they all fear her. Yes. Fear is what she yearns for, as it is the exact thing that follows her every step. Side by side, left and right, the nightmare follows as her second shadow.
For the power to see past the lie is great, but greater is the power to help those in need. It may mean nothing to you, but it could mean life or death to them. It could mean the world to them…
Akito Sohma
AN:I tried man, I did try to write in her/his perspective! But, I fear that it is not that great. Hmph, such is the oneshot deal. Please review! Please please please!