Hm... what to say about this. More like... how can I excuse this horrible story? Well, it was about 3am and I was having a really, really bad night... so I wrote this. Please keep in mind that I have only ever seen the anime, so in my mind, Akito is a male and he is dying. I suppose it doesn't make much difference for this fic, but oh well... Anyway, this fic is just Akito's extreme obsession with Yuki. Take it how you will.
Warnings: Implied child abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or anything relating to it.
I have only ever seen one perfect thing in my life. It was pure and beautiful and glorious, so I destroyed it. I cannot allow perfection like that to live; it unbalances the rest of the world. Besides… he was mocking me. He was so loved… so loving… so unlike myself.
The family hates me.
I hate me.
And he certainly hates me now.
But that was the point. Because with hatred comes imperfection, and that was my goal.
Oh, I suppose I could have destroyed his physical perfection. I could have ruined his face and broken his perfect body. But I couldn't bear to deprive myself of his perfect beauty, so I chose to go a different route. The mind of a child is an amazing thing. It is so fragile, so easily influenced, so… breakable.
Anything he needed, I took from him. He needed food? I starved him. He needed shelter? He slept in the rain. He sought comfort? I beat him. He needed security? I betrayed him. And friends… He wanted so very much to be accepted by his peers, to have friends… So I took them away from him; took away his ability to trust and have faith.
So what was left for him after that? His only option was to turn back to me, the only one who still loved him. Except I did not love him. I hated him. Despite my efforts, he had retained his purity; he could still love unconditionally. How? How could he do that? It frustrated me. No, it infuriated me.
I had to destroy him.
So I waited patiently for my opportunity. As I expected, it fell easily into my lap. Her name was Tohru Honda. She was just an ugly little brat; I saw no reason for him to be so infatuated with her, but the minds of children produce strange thoughts, and his was no exception.
I let him build a pitiful little relationship with her; try his hand at this friendship thing.
And then I ripped it all away from him in one fell swoop.
And you know what? He cried.
It was magnificent.
He came to me. Angry, murderous and confused though he was; he came to me. And he hated me…
And it was perfect.
Well? What did you think? As horrible as I think it was? Probably. Anyway, it was written for my own personal stress relief (don't ask how it relieves stress... it just does), but I'd love to hear what you think of it. REVIEW!!
Princess Seki