Title: Replaceable
Day/Theme: September 1 // clumsy ersatz angel
Series: Fruits Basket
Character/Pairing: Akito, Tohru
A/N: This is set from the books of this series I've gotten around to reading. I'm little rusty with this genre. Ersatz = replacement, subsitute
Summary: She is an exotic flower. Interesting and diffferent, but crushable all the same.

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Akito would like to hit her sometimes. Hate, that angry feeling that wells up when he thinks of her, comes too easily with no release. Or maybe it isn't hate--it is hard to hate someone he knows he's better than, someone who can't even fight back when he wants to strike. To hate her is to raise her to his level.

She will never reach that level.

Instead, she is a exotic flower, a greenhouse pot. Something new and different breathing the winds of change to his carefully collected zoo. She tries to break those chains that keep them in the cages, tries to lift their eyes to the sky and find hope in those clouds. In her clumsy ways--she is all too human and trips and falls over every trap set--she tries to undo what he created.

Foolish girl. She should know better than to invoke the wrath of god.

She acts as though she can break a centuries worth of bonds with only some soft words and gentle touches.

Sometimes, not that he will admit it, Akito worries. Yuki seems to be getting bolder and bolder, moving closer to that warm breeze and away from him. And Kyo, that monster, is not quite as miserable as he should be. They are not dancing to his tune, instead a beat behind with a slightly different step.

It is one thing to try to do something, it is quite another to seem to succeed.

No matter, Akito still has a few moves left.

She's still a flower in the end, no matter how strange and different. All flowers die in the end, crushed underfoot or broken by hand. And when he wants her gone (they are all his, not hers, his!), she will crumble and a new pot can be put in her place.

(And one that is not so feminine, one that does not remind Akito of everything he gave up for this life, this body, this gender.)

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