Hehehe… hehe… heeee…. I hate my life. XDDDDDD I need to quit writing so many fanfictions and not finish them. Yeesh. Then again, I was inspired by the chapters in book fifteen to write this, along with the help of 'Lacrimosa' by Kalafina. X3 That song fills me with so much feels.

Note – Akito and Yuki are their present ages (before the end of the series of course XD), and there is a reason behind what you'll read. I just have to make it up first. *sweat drop*

Warnings: Yaoi, AkitoYuki, abuse, bondage (to an extant), a little blood (well, for now :3), aaaand a bit of swearing. This is a pretty tame story for what I usually write. O.o

I do not own Fruits Basket, Natsuki Takaya does. :3

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Eyes of old, worn, broken cement stared lifelessly at the painted floor, pale skin beaten and tattered with the marks of both hands and an unrelenting bullwhip, clothes torn from struggle and ruffled, dark gray hair disheveled and knotted with tangles from being grabbed and pulled so much, a lean, feminine body slumped against the wall, resting pathetically on the floor, slender legs pulled up in a vain attempt to give comfort, arms spread and twitching slightly. He had just suffered the abuse again. The abuse he had escaped from as a child. He had been beaten, damaged, perhaps even broken… Just like a toy.

Akito's toy.

He was nothing but Akito's broken toy, 'played' with to the point that he could not help but 'break'. 'Played' with to the point he was nothing now but a beaten ragdoll that, with the proper care, he would be sewn back together. 'Played' with to the point that he was damaged, unappealing now to his 'playmate'.

How long had it been since he last ate? How long had it been since he last had something to drink? How long… how long had it been since he last saw the light of day? The sun? The wonderful blue sky…? Even the moon could greet him in the night and he would consider it to be light. If he didn't eat or drink something soon, he would die there. He would die and nobody would care.

Such is the fate of a broken toy.

The door to the room opened, closing shortly after. The male brought his legs closer on instinct and kept his eyes on the ground. He was too weak to pull away when a hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. It was him again… His 'God', the one he was closest to in the terms of the curse, the one who put him through so much suffering, so much pain, so much misery.

"Yuki," came the gentle voice of the older, a gentle smile gracing his lips. The younger refused to fall for it, though. He knew the tone of the voice and what it was foretelling, the glimmer in his slate gray eyes betraying the smile that crossed his face. He knew better. "Yuki," Akito repeated, "you look so pathetic. You haven't eaten or drank anything in days. Have the maids not been bringing you what you need?" Then the older realized something, his smile dropping instantly, replaced with a look of disgust. "You also need a bath and a fresh pair of clothes."

Yuki didn't respond. He didn't care anymore. He was hurting too much to do much of that. He was in too much pain, both emotionally and physically. He could just barely open his mouth to speak, "I… I want to… go home…" His voice had been rough, tragic even. It hurt for him to speak at all due to how raw his throat was. He wasn't even sure if the older had even heard his plea.

"Oh, but Yuki," purred the older, smirking, lifting the Rat up roughly by his arm. "You are home. The Sohma home has been and always will be your home. No matter what happens, this is your home." He held the younger against his body in his own way to support him up. "Let's get you fed and watered and bathed." The smile that had crossed his features was scary, sadistic and cruel. It told Yuki the truth though.

The truth that Akito had always told him when they were children. The truth those lips spurred in a flurry of madness so many times every day so many years ago. The truth behind them both, the truth about them both.

If Akito lived in a world of darkness, so did Yuki. After all, it was only fair, according to him. 'God' had to make life fair for both himself and the first to arrive at the banquet, the Rat. If Akito said that Yuki was not needed or wanted by anyone of the Zodiac or the 'outside', then Yuki was not needed or wanted. If Akito said Yuki was nothing to him but a toy, that his parents practically gave the Rat to 'God', then it was true. Yuki was in a world of darkness, a toy that had been abandoned and abused, unneeded and unwanted.

The silverette nodded sadly and weakly. "Yes… A-Akito…sama…" he managed out of his mouth. His voice was just barely above a whisper.

"That's a good Rat," smirked 'God'. "Now, before I do any of that, tell me…" He pulled Yuki's face up to meet his own. "Where are we? What kind of world do we live in? And more importantly," his face became only inches away from the younger's, his minty, warm breath ghosting over Yuki's pale, sunken lips, "Who do you, Yuki Sohma, possessed by the spirit of the Rat, belong to? Who truly owns you?"

The younger felt tears form in his eyes, but it was just from his emotional wall crumbling down. He didn't want to cry, but he felt like he was about to, he felt like he was going to cry until there was no more water in him, until he was crying blood. He responded silently, barely audible, "We are… in the Sohma main house…"

"You have to speak up, Yuki," Akito smirked. "I can't quite hear you."

Yuki tried, he honestly did. He was a bit louder this time, "We… are in the Sohma… main house…" He tried to breathe, but it was gradually becoming harder for him to do, being pressed up against the older male like he was. "We… live in a world… of darkness… and… you…" He stopped.

"And I what, Yuki?" the noirette asked, smiling sadistically. He wanted the younger to say it out loud. "Go on, finish what you were saying. Don't be afraid to answer."

Yuki swallowed as best as he could and finished, "You… own me…"

"That's right," grinned Akito. "You belong to me and only me. Do not allow anyone else make you think otherwise." He pulled Yuki out of the room and took him to get him fed and watered and bathed. Yuki was his toy. Nobody could hurt him other than 'God' himself. He would never allow it. He smiled to himself when he once again locked Yuki up in his special little cage, leaving to go back to his own room.

"That's right."

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Okay, I think this might only be the tip of the iceberg for me (for being cruel and depressing and all of that XD).

Let me know what you all think~.

Read and review please.

~Grimmolina