Hello, this is Kede Diem, supposedly back from the dead. Here we have a fic about one of my most faverite anime ever. The plot is twisted and wierd, but pretty well-done, I think. Just an FYI: In every Fruits Basket I write, Akito will be male. I can't stand the thought of a female Akito. Sorry for those of you who hate the idea of a male Akito! It doesn't center around him, so you should be fine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. If I did, I'd be rich and I wouldn't be here.

Just another FYI: This takes place three years after graduation. There will be long leaps through time, but I will give you plenty of notice, so don't worry.

Stabbing Immortal Regrets

Chapter One

Rain and Snow

The sky was crying again. Each tear slipped out of it's world and fell, further... and further... until it hit the Earth and shattered into a million pieces. It's pieces would then sink into the Earth for years, and then drain off into some ocean or lake. The scorching sun would then reach for it, pulling it back into the sky, where it would make a new raindrop. Each raindrop was made of the same thing. And yet, they were all nothing alike.

Tohru's eyes didn't catch any of this. They were locked on something else. Her eyes were the same color as the broken, wet ground that held her gaze. She, as the sky, released her tears. The ones she had been holding for so long. The ones she didn't care about anymore. They were like all of her happiest memories. She didn't need them anymore.

The pregnant woman turned away from the window. It was bitter cold in the house. The heater clearly wasn't doing it's job. She could hardly feel her frozen feet hit the floor with each step, and she didn't even try to open and close her hands. She sat herself on her milky white bed and placed a fragile hand on her huge belly. She didn't even glance at the picture on the dresser behind her. That was just another memory. She couldn't do anything with it except for wish it was real.

She gently laid herself down. Oh, the past. Every happy memory, all the happy times of foolishness. How temporary they had been. How immature of her to think that such useless, such meaningless feelings could last for all eternity. Nothing so beautiful stayed so beautiful. Nothing so powerful as hatred and pain could be so easily reversed.

Akito had taught her that. He'd said those exact words when he took her hand and made her his, forever. At first, she had fought against the awful words. But Akito's grasp was so strong, and the longer he held it, the more he realized it was something else as well.

It was... comfortable.

And so she accepted it. She sold her soul to the god of the cursed family, and she aquiested to his every request. She sat in a corner, hiding in her room as he ripped apart the people she once would have died for. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as they screamed her name.

She had loved them both so much at one time. But now, they were nothing but useless tears that got in her way. They were nothing but distractions. Distractions that had and used the ability to cause pain. Well, she could cause pain, too. Probably even more, after all the happiness she had given. It was an act of betrayal. And it made her safe. Pain caused fear, and when people were too afraid to touch her, she was safe. She had never recognized it before. She had always tried her very hardest to touch everyone around her with happiness. But why? What was the use? They would all leave and abandon her anyways. They would move on with their worthless lives, never making the slightest effort to see their mistake.

The Zodiac members were very pitiful creatures indeed. Consumed by their pain, selfish as they desperately searched for fulfillment, for happiness and relief. And when they'd find it, they'd take it and burn it out, then look for another source.

So Tohru had stopped helping them. They could keep their curse.

And now they were putting Akito in the ground. Close to the place where they had put Kisa. Close to the place where she would someday be. Where her unborn child would be put when it died. Where she wanted it to be put. Where it deserved to be put.

Because it was the child of a monster. No matter how much he protested and put the blame on others, Akito was always that. The master of a cursed tribe. He tortured them and called himself their god.

But he was just like them.

AN: Sorry to interrupt your reading, but just wanted to clarify that this dramatic change in Tohru did not happen over night. All this is the result of her being broken. Ahem, one month later...

Hatori stared at an empty ceiling. It was merely a reflection of himself. Of his soul. His broken soul. In his heart, there had been hope that she would soften Akito and shatter his cruel, sharp barrier. Instead, he had broken her.

Hatori lifted a hand to his forhead. Akito. Shigure. Together, they had forced it all, although it helped nothing to realize the damage so late. The damage was done, and was continually getting worse. He wondered if perhaps he could've stopped it if he'd let himself see it sooner. But he wouldn't see it. He couldn't allow himself to believe it. He couldn't allow himself to see what Shigure was becoming, that he could possibly be a part of such a horrible thing. He'd literally grown up with the dog. They had been best friends. Hatori had thought he knew everything about the idiot. Apparantly not.

A sudden rap on the door interrupted the doctors thoughts. He sighed and sat up. "Come in."

A maid, one of the younger, newer ones, practically ran in.

"Hatori-san!" she gasped. "It's Tohru-san! Her water. Her water broke!"

Hatori stood. Seven months. A zodiac member, if he could keep him or her alive.

When he entered the room, he was greeted with eyes that were completely different then the ones that belonged to a girl he once knew. They belonged to an angry, broken toy that had been twisted by Akito. She gripped the sheets.

"Get this thing out of me," she hissed.

(One week later).

Life at the main house had frozen and gone cold. It was too cold to stay outside longer then five minutes. It was if the air itself was freezing up and dying. Every particle of gaseous matter was shriveling up forever, never to touch a person again.

It was beautiful. Beautiful how everything around him seemed so frozen, so dead. It was as if life itself had forfeited to the icy stillness of winter. Not that it was a rare thing. It did this every single year. But somehow, this year it seemed winter would never end. It was as if its bitter grip would consume everything forever, refusing to let go. Refusing to allow the sun to return and shine on anyones life. Refusing to melt into spring.

Hatsuharu Sohma just stood there, his face to the sky, allowing the it to fall on his face. A sharp wind cut at his cheek. He smiled and walked towards a building. He walked in without knocking and turned left. He opened another door and turned on the light.

"Hello, Hatori."

Hatori sqinted his eyes, adjusting them to the unexpected light. Recognizing the intruder, he sighed and sat up.

"Hatsuharu. Why are you here?"

The cow walked in, shut the door behind him, and sat down.

"Honestly Hatori, you can't isolate in here forever."

Hatori ran a hand through his hair. "I wouldn't call what I'm doing isolating. Either way, you just came out of no where and you have yet to explain your sudden return. I thought you weren't coming back."

Hatsuharu chuckled. "Some things won't let you go. But that isn't the only reason why I'm here," he looked the dragon in the eye. "I came in contact with Korea's top new assassin."

Hatori raised his eye brows. "You mean Yuki?"

The young man nodded. "He told me Akito had died and Tohru had given birth to twins."

"Did he now?" he put his glassed on. "So I suppose you're here to find out the details."

"Who are they?"

The doctor masaged his right temple. "The girl, Kari, is the tiger. Her brother, Kita, is the new head of the family."

"Huh. Interesting pairing."

Hatori looked down. "They will have to be separated. I've already found a home for Kari. Kita, of course, will stay here."

"I see," Hatsuharu played with an earing. "Where will Kari be staying? Where?"

"I have arranged it so that Kureno and Arisa will take her in until she's ten."

The cow smirked. "And then?"

"Then we'll go from there."

"You call that prepared?" he shook his head. "I also hear that Kagura just gave bith a month ago. Another member of the zodiac, I hear. The snake to be exact."

Hatori closed his eyes at the reminder that Ayame was gone and there was a new snake. "Yes. That is how it appears. "

"Well?"

"It's a girl. She'll be out of the incubator shortly."

Hatsuharu bit his lip. "What?"

"Kagura died in childbirth. Sora will be raised with Kari."

The cow's eyes were wide. "She's... dead? What happened?"

The dragon looked at him. "She had a heart attack during the final parts of the operation. I couldn't save her."

The younger man sighed. "So another will come. The question is when." He stood up.

"Honestly," Hatori said. "Leaving already?" Hatsuharu grinned.

"Come on, Hatori, I'll show up every once in awhile."

"Good. You do that."

The cow walked out.

(Two months later.)

Winter was coming to an end. It couldn't last forever, of course, but it had seemed that spring would never come.The clearing sky seemed like a miracle. The sun was peaking through the clouds for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Winter had brought so much pain, but also something else.

Life.

And as the grass began to appear, so did hope. Hope that this generation would bring happiness. Hope that bitter hearts would become humble. Hope that spring would come every year.

As Kureno's car pulled up, Hatori could've sworn he saw Tohru in the frame of a window from a building on the opposite side of the estate. And as Arisa stepped out, he saw her disappear.

Kureno and his wife walked up to Hatori, and after talking for awhile, Arisa took the child.

"Kari, huh? Strange. She doesn't look a thing like Tohru. But so much like Kyoko." A painful look crept into her eyes. Kureno put a hand on her shoulder. They thanked Hatori and left. Hatori smiled as they drove away.

And with every generation, there was hope that the curse would be broken.

Chapter One- End.

OK, that was more like a prologue, but the information is so critical, I just had to call it a chapter!

Anyways, I do acknowledge my reviewers, so please review!

Thanks!

Kede Diem.