So Cold
By: Chaosticsoul
Genre: Angst
Paring: undecided.
Summary: "Who is sad? Everyone owes me their lives. They want me to go as soon as possible."
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. If I did Akito would stay a guy, Haru, Ayame and Ritsu would not even be considered straight and the ending would not have been cliché.
Warnings: Insanity, angst, mutilation, self mutilation, death, twisted relationships
Note: Akito is MALE. Not FEmale.
Part: 0/?
Shattering as it hit the wall glass shards and tea fell on the maid as she stared at the god in fear. Akito was in one of his violent moods and if she hadn't ducked . . . she could only think of Hatori's eye or any of the other injuries inflicted on the zodiac members. Scurrying out Akito sneered.
"Run" he hissed softly to the air. "Like a scared rabbit, cowardly mouse . . . " a cruel smirk appeared on his lips and he laughed softly. It wasn't a sweet innocent expression of joy. No, it was a dark, tainted laugh fueled by bitterness, hate and rage.
Picking up a shard of the broken teacup he ran a finger over it, slowly pressing deeper until crimson spilt form the pad of his finger and made a red trail down the glass. Watching it with dark eyes he then dropped it uncaring to the floor and licked his finger clean from the blood. When no one was there this sort of action was common for him. He needed to vent his anger, his pain, his madness somehow.
Running a hand though his hair he walked back to his futon and then laid down, staring up at the ceiling blankly. It wasn't till a second maid came in to clean up the mess he moved, standing and walking past her. Feeling the fear coming off her as he passed his lips curved into a smirk.
That's right. Fear me. I am Akito-sama, I am GOD! He hissed in his mind. As if hearing him she hurried faster before all but fleeing the room. Continuing to the rice paper door that separated him from a small garden he pushed it open. Stepping out he let a ghost of a smile curve onto his lips as a small bird flew to him. Holding out a finger he looked at the creature and then stroked it with a faintly trembling finger.
Such a small fragile creature. But unlike everyone one on the property it was safe from his rage. He loved the birds. They could flee easily, soaring up into the sky and out of reach but almost in what he could swear was understanding they stayed. They flew to him.
So unlike the zodiac members, always taking their chance to flee, to avoid his wrath. Cowards. Ungrateful. There was a million other names he had cursed them with during the bouts of pain the curse caused, but nothing changed the fact he was always so alone or that he was dying. None of them suffered as he did. Why did he have to be the only one to bare this part of the curse? It wasn't fair. He was distanced, alone, and that only seemed to fule the insanity and pain growing within him.