Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket, Akki would turn into a llama, Kureno wouldn't exist, Machi and Yuki would elope, and nobody would read it.
Did You Know?
Akito sighed. She was particularly pissed off, at the moment, having just spoken with her "mother." Ren had tried a different approach in angering her daughter today, telling her that she was too ugly for anyone to love. Although she had hidden it, this bothered the goddess very much.
She glared at herself in the mirror. Geez, why does she have to be such a bitch all the time? She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get it to stay one way. It's not like I agree with her. I'm good looking. Well…she had to admit her hair was a little strange. It was always such a mess, like an animal was living in it or something. And her eyes were a little monotonous. There was never any emotion in them, and they weren't even a noticeable color. They were just dull, greyish brown. And her mouth was too…long – or maybe it just looked that way because her lips were so thin. Her nose was kind of pointy, too. It might be cute if it was dotted with freckles or something, but her skin was just too boring. It was a pasty ashen, almost like that of a corpse. A terribly short and anorexic corpse.
The more she stared, the more she thought Ren was right, and the angrier she became. She was about to kick the mirror over, when an ever-familiar voice spoke.
"What's up, Akito-san?"
She growled. "Leave me alone. I was about to kill my mirror."
"Ah!" Shigure cried. "No! Please, spare the mirror."
"Why should I? All it's ever done is mock me."
"But, so has Ren-sama, and you haven't killed her yet."
"Don't call that bitch that. The only reason she's still alive is because of Hatori."
"Yes. He seems to get in the way of quite a few things, ne?"
The goddess stared at him, trying to hide her irritation. "Shigure?"
"Yes?"
"What the hell do you want?"
Smiling, the dog said, "I heard about your little tiff with Ren-sama earlier."
"Come to comfort her, then?" she spat bitterly.
"She's not the one who needs comfort."
"Well. How kind of you to think of me. Why don't you save us both the time and just screw her already."
"Now, Akito-san, why would I want to do that?"
"I don't know. Why would you?"
Somehow Shigure managed to shake off the grimness that nearly engulfed him. "Now, I've told you before, haven't I?"
"Well what's the POINT?" Akito exploded. "So WHAT if she's prettier! I'm much more – more – more charming! Right! Well, okay, so sometimes she's more charming…but…but I'm still…I…" Flustered, she plopped on the ground. "DAMNIT! Why won't you just let me kill the DAMN MIRROR!"
I won't cry, she thought. Why should I cry? So what if she's prettier than I am? They still love me more. She's still a bitch. Just because Shigure would…would sleep with her… Her eyes began welling with tears.
"Akito-san…is that really what you think?"
"W-well it's true, isn't it!"
"Oh, Akito-san, Akito-san," Shigure said with a sigh, sitting beside her. "Don't you know?"
She sniffled. "W-what?"
"You're adorable."
Akito stared at him uneasily, trying to figure out what he meant. "Come again…?"
"You're cute, Akito-san. Hell, you're beautiful. Everyone thinks your some kind of model when you're walking down the street."
"A male model."
"A gorgeous male. You're even prettier than Ritsu."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Hm. Good point. You're a female that's even prettier than Ritsu – and especially prettier than a certain old woman named Ren."
Akito blushed. "Well…did you know?"
"Know what, Akito-san?"
"You're an obnoxious idiot."
"Why thank you! I never knew you cared!"
"Shut up." How the hell did he always have a way of making her feel happy and irritated at the same time? Oh god, she loved that man.
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A/N: That last line was OOC, I guess. Please review and tell me what you think!