Author's Note: Akito is a man. Probably.
The first time he met her, she was not yet broken. Tohru Honda bowed, smiled sweetly, and was so very polite. Hatori hated that he was the one who had to lead her to her doom. He slid open the door to Akito's dark room and she stepped inside, her pretty yellow dress out of place in the darkness.
Tohru was a sacrificial lamb, a gift to God himself. Hatori slid the door shut, and hurried away.
The second time he saw her, her eyes had lost their glimmer. She was much paler, and she had lost weight. Tohru sat next to Akito like a doll, her bright clothes replaced with a dark kimono. Hatori crouched in front of her, and Akito sighed.
"I'm afraid she is quite fragile," he said. "A shame. They sent me such a weak little thing." Hatori wiped the blood from her neck, revealing the teeth marks below. Tohru winced when he touched the wound, and Hatori quickly bandaged it.
He then stood, bowed to Akito, and left with a heavy heart, full of pity. As he walked away, he heard a soft thank you. Tohru wasn't broken yet. Just damaged.
The third time, he was checking on Akito when Tohru wobbled, and fell onto the ground. Hatori hastened over to her, and touched her cold forehead. Akito crossed his arms.
"She does that often," he said with a sneer. Hatori opened the front of her kimono, and was horrified to see that she was even thinner then Akito. He put his hand over a large bruise on her small stomach and turned to Akito.
"How much have you been feeding her?" He asked quietly. Akito shrugged.
"Whatever I don't eat," he said. His eyes found Hatori's, and he smiled coldly. "Don't forget that she is mine." Hatori was forced to leave without so much as another glance at Tohru's unconscious form.
The fourth time, Hatori met her in the hall. She rarely left Akito, but today it seemed she had been let out of her cage.
"Akito wonders when his food will arrive," she murmured. "He is very-" she was cut off by her own stomach growling. Tohru paled, and she gasped an apology. Hatori led her to the kitchen, where he insisted she eat something. Trembling fingers brought some rice to her mouth, but Tohru threw it up as soon as she swallowed.
Hatori went to sleep that night listening to the screams of the girl, who was being punished for ruining her kimono. He did not sleep well.
The fifth time, he found her standing in the rain. Tohru was so weak looking, and standing out in the cold rain wasn't going to help her health. He walked over to her.
"Why are you standing in the rain?" He asked, holding his umbrella over her. Tohru coughed into her sleeve.
"Akito was mad at me," she whispered. Hatori tried to wipe her face off with a handkerchief.
"Why?"
Tohru smiled darkly.
"I spilled his tea."
Hatori caught her when she collapsed, blood trickling from her lips. She was broken.
Hatori snuck Tohru into his room, and into his warm bed. He knelt by her side. Her eyes were unseeing, but her heart still beat.
"I'm dying, mom," she whispered. Hatori pushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"I didn't live happily, mom," she whispered. Hatori kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, mom," she whispered. Hatori kissed her.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered. Hatori watched as Tohru took one more shaky breath, tears trickling form her glassy eyes, before she breathed no more. He closed her eyes. Hatori heard his door open, and footsteps. And though he was punished for being disobedient, he smiled anyway. Tohru had died warm.