'Kicking And Screaming'


Disclamer: I do not own anything related to furuba (Fruits Basket)…but I did buy the books, and the DVD…O.o, but still, no stealing! Have a nice day now, and eat plenty of ice cream :)

Warning:This fan fiction contains true content based on facts in the Manga Series, Fruits Basket. and it is NOT a 'jolly-jolly' story, so if you like pink bunnies and fluffy pillows, I strongly suggest you to not read this, so don't say I didn't tell you so! xD Spoilers! Language! Violence!

Japanese: 1) Doa- A Japanese style door 2) Chikara- Power, strength 3) Itai- Expression of pain 4) Damare!- Shutup! 5) Bakemono- Monster 6) Shikata ga nai- There's no one to help; this cannot be changed..

Author's Note: Er..this is my first fanfiction, so please don't be too hard on meh xD. And it would be really appreciated if you R&R :P, Thanks! Hope you like my fanfic!.

--mAi


Chapter One

S h i k a t a G a N a i

Tired lashes fall from dreadful eyes. A sigh. A teardrop. Splash.

A fourteen-year-old watched the glistening globule dance in midair, as if lingering, yearning to return. Her vision steadily faded; indistinct. Her thoughts punished itself with memories of Shigure Souma...

"Oh, my dear Shigure-san, you promised me. you promised..."

A smile lingered on her bleeding lips. Those lips were touched by sacred reminiscences. Those moments...unforgettable...restricted...divine. A broken shard winked at the young Souma. It still held color; pink, splashed with patches of dying lichens. Though it was shattered but, to her, it was stunningly brilliant in it's perfection;

It's perfection of preserving a Summer's Night of dreaming fantasies.

Akito trembled in her satin attire. She struggled against the dangerous spell that bound her to this opressive, dark room. Akito wanted to escape, to wiggled in that bed of grass, to smell the open sky.

That desire was powerful, for she crawled towards the patio. Every inch drank up her blood, her energy.

She cursed herself for being so weak, for not being able to protect herself from that witch's beatings, threats, murderous attempts.

Cursed she was, and damned forever.

Rewarded for her delicate struggles, she reached the patio clearing. A fragile index finger held out, relieving against the warm, frosty edge. The crisp scent of cool air forgave her, bestowing upon her, more time to live again. It dried her wounds, sealing them to heal in their nursery of scars.

Never before now did she find that patio to be striking, a place she shared a comfort to be in. Even the stiff, emotionless ground pitied her, comforting her tired cheeks. Stressed, but yet stillalive.

Lifting her face up took the last of her energy, but it was worth it. For she has again met the sun...for the second time in her life.

"Oohh, the Sun. I have been kissed by the Sun." She whispered, not for anyone to know of, it just comforted her to speak of it aloud--as if it proved to her that this moment was indeed, true.

Akito couldn't help but smile at this simple, yet rare moment. She wanted to die right there. To leave her broken body. To forget her broken grin; her broken soul.

Moistened tears threatened the curse that beckoned, returning to her.

"Ah! I have been kissed by the Sun!" Akito whooped at the sad willow tree that sulked in a lone corner of the garden. Grateful, as it brushed the pack of sweat strewn across her temple with it's trim branches. Estacy. An owl turned his head, and Akito let the kisses of the Sun melt the snow in her heart.

She cried. And the wind wailed.

Akito allowed the droplets to spill, cascading over her nimble legs; searing the skin in mental scars as each tear made its way down. She cradled herself in a fetal position, thin arms grab at her toes, a flat, bandaged chest pressed into her thighs; heaving from deep sobs. Her whole body shaking. Knees buckled under her, unable to hold the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her, kill her with it's honey. Sweet, sweet nectar.

The owl cocked his head upside down. Seemingly curious of the girl in front of him.

Harsh footsteps echoed in the labyrinth the Soumas called...home.

A lock of dark hair whipped the air behind wooden frames, just like the ribbons atop a gift was carelessly thrown about; in the excitement of the receiver. Its owner panted. Those thin ribbons covered menacing eyes. The Sun hid behind a passing grey cloud. the whole world seemed to bend at her command. To hush among its residents. Cowering.

"You."

Ren Souma jabbed a shaking finger at the shaking bundle crouched before her. The air whistled in conflict, as if that jab deflated it.

"YOU DAMN WORTHLESS BITCH! STOP CRYING! TEARS PROVE THAT YOU ARE WEAK! A REAL MAN DOESN'T CRY! MY GOOD SON WOULD NEVER CRY!"

A scream. The owl flew away, signing off its existence with a drifting pale feather. Akito's fear.

Ren Souma tore through the thin paper doa. Chikara. Unparallel chikara. The young Souma cringed in sighs as the poisonous nails dug into her pale flesh. Red. Akito felt so cold, so very cold…

"Itai! Please! No more! I am sorry mother! Please!"

"DAMARE! SPEAK NO MORE! YOU DISGUST ME! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TOBREATH THE AIR THAT IS AROUND YOU!YOU WILL POLLUTE THE OUTSIDE WITH YOUR PRESENCE! YOU PATHETIC BASTARD! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE A SOUMA!"

A cold hard slap. Another. Stars bloomed in her head. 'They are so pretty.' Akito thought. She had nothing left to defend herself, and could only watch her empty self being torn apart, flesh from skin, hair from scalp. More redness.

"I WISH I NEVER SAW YOU, A MONSTER, A BAKEMONO COME OUT OF MY BODY"

Those last words echoed in Akito's mind. How cruel. She winced. How much it damaged a pure, innocent heart. She wheezed.

The stinging slap echoed, but, Akito could no longer feel the pain. She only saw the hand with the likeness of her mother strike upon her. It was just like watching a tedious soap opera, repetitive, on schedule. Dull. And it always end in darkness. Most of the time Akito blacked out, yet her mind always expected the words "THE END" to appear; the end of each episode. But then again...She emitted a light chuckle...Soaps never do end...Not really, they don't. Episode after expected episode...Tedious. Repetitive. Dull. Painful. Cruel.

"Shikata ga nai...shikata ga nai. No one will love me--No one will." Akito told herself, trying to calm the pain; to make herself believe.

But she didn't want to believe.

"I. hate. you."

With that last comment harshly whispered, its purpose done and cared for, a near-death Akito was flung against the icy patio concrete. Brutal love. Shown and done.

Simple words. There was no tone that accompanied those eight letters. Simple. Deadly. Akito closed her eyes slowly, as if time had slowed down just to see her finally give up. But Akito only told herself to take it. She blinked away a tear; a single unshed tear.

She never felt that shooting jab. And she regretted it.

'I can fly...fly...fly into the heavens...'

A resonating thud

Dark sheet of white

numbness

Illusional, bliss…?


Hokay, so it might not be good, but still, R&R please!And I promise the next chapter will be longer…if I am even going to write a chapter 2 -.-, so uh, please tell me what you think! Even if you hated this! Anything would be greatly appreciated! Thanks :)