A/N: I noticed a lack of Kyo, cage, Akito stories, and I wanted angst sort of, so I decided to write this.
Warnings: Spoilers, mainly pretaining to Akito. Cursing, het sort of, nudity, and yeah. Mentions death and a pile of bones. Violence, Akito's insanity (if that's what it's called).
Just so you know, Akito bashes Tohru, heck, Akito bashes Tohru in the manga so I'm not character bashing. I love all the characters, even Kureno and Akito, so if it seemed like any bashing was going on, it wasn't intended that way.
A/N Part Two: Also, if anyone wants me to write the Zodiacs reaction, tell me and I'll write it. Pleae review.
"You're a monstrosity, no one will love," Akito murmured in his ear, "Only I can care for a monster like you, my pet."
Kyo grit his teeth as Akito leaned into him, his breath ghosting against his ear.
"Yuki's my favorite."
"Than why aren't you playing with him?"
"Because, you're much easier to break, to taunt. You're much more available, not even Shigure would dare protect you."
Akito smirked, "Even Tohru, that ugly hag monster, is too scared of you to act, to afraid of me, of my beauty, of my wrath."
"Don't . . . don't you dare talk about Tohru like that," Kyo's voice was shaky and Akito descended on that like a vulture.
"Why . . . . Do you love her? Does a monster like you care about a monster like her, you filthy animal?"
They were in a dank windowless room with only a lantern lighting it up, a lantern that Akito would take with him when he left, plunging the cage into darkness. It was the same one the last cat occupied, Kyo could tell because there was a pile of bones in one corner and it stunk of death. Scrapes of material could be seen near the pile of bones and every time Kyo looked over there he couldn't help but cringe.
Kureno came every so often to drag him to a room that had one window. He was usually only there one or twice and every so often, if Kyo looked past the bushes that hid the window from view, he could catch glimpses of Zodiac members and Sohma family members. Besides Akito and Kureno, the only one who knew about the one windowed room was Shigure. Shigure never came to visit, it wasn't allowed, but sometimes, if Kyo felt like it, he could look out the window and once in a while catch a glimpse of Shigure walking past the room.
The only other people he saw regularly walking past the window was Yuki and Tohru. From what he gathered from Akito, Yuki and Tohru were living together in a house on Sohma property. Akito often taunted Kyo that the two were together, but Kyo knew that wasn't true. Shigure had once announced loudly that Tohru wouldn't date anyone for anything. It had seemed as if he was talking to himself but Kyo knew better.
From what he could see, Tohru had grown an inch or two taller, but that was about it. As for Yuki, he seemed to have grown a few inches and seemed to stand as tall as Shigure. Tohru's hair was the same length as was Yuki. The only real difference seemed to be Yuki's features. They seemed hardened yet softened all at the same time. While Tohru's only real change seemed to be a maturity in her stance and eyes. He hadn't gotten all this from glimpses, instead, Akito had brought in a photo of the whole cast of Juunishi, minus Akito of course.
He only got a meal once a day and to occupy his time he'd practice martial arts in the windowless room and one windowed room. The proof was in the bruised walls. Still, despite all that work, he could still feel his muscles start to deteriorate. Even Hatori wasn't allowed to see him. Instead, whenever he fell ill, Akito tended to him, spitting insults and curses at him the whole time; usually about how weak he was, how pathetic.
Than finally it happened.
Kyo got ready to hit the wall again, this time with a kick, when the door behind him opened. He turned rapidly, getting ready for anything. A bright flash met his eyes, stinging them. His hands flew up to cover them as another flash light the room. Suddenly a tight grasp gripped his wrists and dragged him forward.
He leaned away from whoever it was that was dragging him, but it didn't work. Soon enough he was outside, and he felt something close on his neck. When he managed to open his eyes he was squinting at Akito, Akito who had a camera in one hand and a leash in another. When he looked down he noticed it was an orange cat collar and orange leash. He hissed angrily and glared at Akito. A third flash happened in his eyes, but this time it wasn't as bad because he was out in the sunlight now.
"Now, now Kyo be a good boy and pose for the video camera," Akito was grinning widely, and laughing every so often.
"You goddamn son of a bitch!"
"Now, now Kyo, everyone's going to be watching this, so no foul language. We wouldn't want the kiddies to be scared or for them to know our relationship is actually that close," his voice lowered suddenly, but it was still loud enough for the vidoe camera to catch, "No one undermines my authority. Not without consequences anyway. I am your master, your god, you'll obey me like a good little monstrous kitty, and you'll like it."
The camera was set on a tripod Kyo hadn't seen. Akito put the camera he had taken pictures with down next to the tripod and Akito stalked forward, tightening his hold on the leash all the while.
"You know, I take back what I said before, Yuki was much easier to break, you monster," Akito finally stopped in front Kyo, "I will eventually have complete control over you, even if that means using unorthodox methods. Of course, this means I'll have to touch the disgustingly filthy cat, but it's nothing an exorcism can't fix."
With no further warning other than a condescending sneer, Akito tilted his head up at the same time he yanked on the leash, cutting Kyo's breath short and making his lips land on Akito's. Akito's free hand came up to twist harshly the hair at the nape Kyo's neck and tug him close enough so that their bodies were pressed closely together. Finally, Akito reared back and slapped Kyo hard across the check, and in his shock, Kyo allowed his body to fall to its knees.
"How dare you, you disgusting monster? You filthy, filthy vermin! How dare you kiss me? You sick freak!"
All Kyo could do was stare straight ahead, letting Akito yank harshly on the leash with every word.
"I didn't even allow Yuki to do that you pathetic cat. I ought to have Hatori put you down. You're worthless!" than Akito seemed to gain a bit of composure, though not enough in Kyo's opinion, "But no, that's too good for you. You'd be happy to be put down, to be euthanized. No, I can't let that happen, you have to be miserably happy with me; you have to suffer with me, like the rest of the Juunishi. Yuki, oh yes Yuki, he's special to me, he's just like me. He'll enjoy this immensely, he'll be begging to be apart of it. But I won't let him because he's mine, he's me. You're mine alone, no one else's. No one but me can love you."
He seemed to stop to catch his breath, panting hard. Kyo looked up to gaze dazedly at Akito, wanting it to stop.
"You're more like me than Yuki. Yuki will live . . . but you . . . you'll die with me, you and I will be together for eternity. Forever and you'll be dependent on me. The others . . . Shigure will take over for me until a new god is born . . . maybe this one will actually be male. Maybe she'll finally be satisfied, and Shigure, . . . I know he slept with mom . . . . Rotten dirty dog, . . . constantly in heat . . . kind of like you, monster. I know you wanted Tohru . . . how fitting . . . a monster for a monster. You don't deserve me, I'm a god, and you're a monster . . . well, more like a goddess."
Kyo was too tired to really care what gender Akito was at this point. All he knew was that Akito was a dirty rotten bitch and deserved to be treated like one.
'Why can't we stand up to Akito?'
Finally Kyo gained enough wits to talk, though the yanking on the leash didn't help him to gain enough air for speech.
"Why . . . do we . . . follow you? You . . . you're nothing . . . but a hag, . . . a bitter shrew, . . . who's scared . . . to die . . . and who can't feel . . . love for others . . . or itself . . . You're pathetic!"
That seemed to be that last straw for Akito, for than Akito did something that was very much illegal, something called public indecency. Akito's violent shaking caused her loose robe to finally fall off, the sash easily unfurling. She wore nothing underneath and it was easy to see her bones, her skin thinner than paper due to intense constant illness. She was nearly flat chested, having only small round breasts, not nearly big enough to show through the loose robes she usually wore.
She lunged at Kyo and pushed him onto his back, and his knee's painfully folded beneath him. He could swear he hear his knee's breaking . . . or at least spraining. She straddled his hips and started to scratch and punch him repeatedly, all the while yelling insults and threats, plus the occasional rare swear words. Her creativity surprising, even for one nearly twenty years old.
Pounding footsteps vaguely reached Kyo's ears and all of a sudden, an eternity later it seemed, someone pulled Akito off of him. It appeared to be Kureno. He hauled Akito off by the waist, turned and happened to give the camera a full frontal blast of Akito as she was straight as a piece of cardboard in shock. Less than a minute later she seemed to realize what had happened because she dropped the leash and started flail wildly.
"Kyo . . . stay here."
With that monotone order Kureno walked away with the struggling Akito. Kyo would have gotten up and attempted to flee, but his knees were broken or at least sprained and it hurt too much. His head, body, mind was sent reeling, by pain new and old.
He struggled, but the physical shock was too much, tears slipped down his cheeks, though he didn't sob. It didn't come in a torrent or even slowly, they just slipped steadily if not shakily down his cheeks.
It took fifteen minutes for Kureno to come back and lift Kyo up. He slung Kyo's arm over his shoulder and allowed him to lean into him.
Before he led Kyo away, he stopped in front of the camera.
"You . . . want to say anything?"
Kyo hesitated but slowly a pained smile slipped on his face.
"Tohru . . . I never got a chance to say this . . . . I was satisfied with being by your side till the end . . . . Though I regret not saying anything now, . . . I love you. Oh, and tell . . . Yankee she's still a prissy bitch and that . . . Hanajima is still very creepy."
He paused before going on. This would be the last time he would get to say anything to them.
"Shigure . . . I still think you're a perverted bastard and a scheming liar but . . . thank you, you are a . . . kind person . . . you did let me and . . . . Yuki . . . stay at your house . . . though we destroyed your door, your house countless times . . . I guess I'm grateful . . . though you'll never hear me say it to your face. Just . . . don't regret anything . . . or it's all waste."
Getting enough breath was difficult, but he was determined to keep going.
"Haru . . . I may be the cursed cat . . . but at least I . . . have more control than you . . . . You really should get a lid for Black Haru . . . . Though I . . . think you're still a brat . . . and a irritating bastard . . . I enjoyed our fights."
Light-headedness threatened to send him unconscious but he was determined.
"Hiro, Kisa, Momiji . . . Hiro you really . . . should stop being so condescending . . . . You'll never get closer to Kisa otherwise . . . so . . . be nice to Tohru . . . or you won't get anywhere. Kisa . . . remember, chin up. Momiji, as annoying as you were, always bothering me at the . . . most inopportune times . . . you do manage to lighten up the atmosphere . . . . Keep it up . . . for Tohru at least . . ."
"Hatori, Ayame . . . . Well, I guess Hatori, you should . . . keep looking out for the family . . . even . . . that . . . Akito bitch. I don't want to even think what it'll be like . . . if Shigure takes over . . . even for a little while. Ayame . . . I still want you to stay away from my stuff, . . . keep aggravating Yuki for me . . ."
"Kagura . . . I don't love you . . . but you aren't a half bad friend . . . . Just wish . . . you didn't give . . . me those . . . injuries all the time . . . and that annoying girly mushy stuff . . . . Ritsu, you . . . need to relax . . . Rin . . . keep walking . . . and talk to . . . Haru . . ."
"Kazuma . . . I know you can't be proud of me . . . and yet . . . you are . . . you . . . really were . . . are my . . . father . . . thank you . . . for everything . . . I love you"
"Akito . . . you bitch . . . I'd say I hope you rot in hell, but that's too good for you . . . but . . . you're scared right? Of being alone and unloved . . . but . . . acting the way you do . . . won't solve anything . . . you'll . . . never get . . . that . . . will you? I hope . . . I die . . . before you . . . do . . . I don't want to . . . die with you . . . ."
Kyo shuddered, his body shaking and he could tell he was very close to transforming.
"Yuki, you rat bastard . . . now you'll have to . . . fight Haru . . . when he turns black . . . . Than again, you'll probably have . . . an easier time of it . . . as much as that stings to admit . . . . I . . . want you to . . . take care of . . . Tohru you stupid rat . . . even if it . . . costs you . . . your life . . . . I hate being in your debt . . . but Tohru's an exception . . . ha; you'd protect her anyway . . . . You wouldn't want to listen to me anyway . . . . Damn rat . . . I hope . . . you rot in hell . . ."
Finally feeling too close to transformation, he managed to get in one more sentence; he managed to make it steady despite his straining body.
"I'll miss you all despite everything, even you, you damn rat . . . at least our fights anyway; they were fun while they lasted."
With one last hard stare at the camera, he allowed himself to transform. When the smoke cleared Kureno had Kyo held by the scruff off the throat, and let the leash trail on the ground.