Hey everybody, late again. I had finals last week so I didn't have time to write and school is finally over WOOOO! Sadly, I still have summer school but still WOOOOO! Alright, I'm also late because I had to keep this chapter from prying eyes or forever be kicked off the computer and sent to a psychologist. Okay, I know you all have a lot of questions and since I have time I can finally answer some if not most.
AiRyhou: Akito stabbed Tohru by accident. I know how it is, although even I would stay up reading that late.
Beautifulhate: Not really a question but yeah that's a kick ass song! I love Tool!
Kamiko: ha, I knew someone was bound to correct me. Yeah I know I meant say hermaphrodite but it was late and long words such as those don't come easily. Plus, tranny did sound funnier. I would call myself one but I don't think you can really call a girl a tranny. I guess metro sexual is the best term. I have a couple of friends like that haha, sad though, I keep running out of lip gloss and they keep stealing my shoes (I'm totally serious, I have pictures, which I would love to show but in fear of REALLY getting shanked by a tranny.
To those who made me look like an ass (ha I kid): God dammit! Okay, so Ever After was playing and I may have a fetish for Angelica Houston, you found me out. TT. Damn you Angelica!
And to those who are confused about Akito's gender or are just like what the F$#K: Akito is both! I think I can hear all of your minds snapping haha! I guess Akito could take hormonal pills or whatever to get the breasts down but you know what…he's an idiot and you know it's every guys fantasy to have some breasts of their own. I know I would, if I was a man….o.o Well, enough creeping you guys out.
WARNING: EXTREME LEMON/RAPE AHEAD! KEEP AWAY FROM PRYING EYES! Yeah, I know I would never do lemon but I guess this kinda needed it. So, it's my first time everyone, be gentle. I'm not exactly Dr. Phil or Love on this. OH GOD, SOILED! SOILED IT! I FEEL SO DIRTY…o.o
Disclaimer: I do not own fruits baskets but sadly I own that stupid chant about the zodiac thing, yeah you guys can just skip, it's early in the morning so I'm kinda psycho right now. Also the title of the painting was an idea I got from a drawing I saw and a song I was listening to so I'm just gonna but that I sorta don't own it just incase. Enjoy! Although I have a feeling many of you won't, I'm such a cruel person.
Thanks to SmCandy for giving me the courage to write this piece and for her fantastic ideas that helped me out of some tough situations. You rock girl!
Oh man…I know I'm gonna get kicked off for this chapter…crap.
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When in extreme frivolity and disillusionment a being is often succumbed to a state of eternal bliss. A bliss no worthy for than God itself.
Such a plane of tranquility is most absolutely farce. A paradise only reserved for one of noble being is unbelievable, yet, here we read these promising words in books and stories.
Slabs who's authors have most likely been influenced by this temporary nirvana. Remember children, feed your head.
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"What is God anyway?"
"He is perfect in everyway, he has no faults."
"Well, what about us?"
"God has created us to portray himself, a splitting image of his holy glory." The child sat solemnly as a dark haired woman wrapped bandages around its torso.
"So, this is what he looks like?" There was a loud smack as the child held his stinging cheek as his nose dripped onto his cut lip.
"Don't you dare compare yourself to Him, he is nothing like you. Remember, always remember, the face of your father." The child cringed as he stared at this demon that looked down on him so. If God was our father, then the Devil must be our cousin.
The sound of bristles against the rough exterior of the pallid canvas tickled Akito's ears in ecstasy. His head thumped at the unwanted memoirs of his childhood. He stared at the vague portrait he had conjured. It's beautifully dark colors did not belong with the other disgusting masterpieces he had created in his many fits of psychosis. A figure of a woman laying in a fetal position as crimson drapes flowed from her breasts and womb dribbled onto the borders of the canvas. A crown of orchids strewn upon her mahogany tendrils, a serene smile plastered on her cherry lips. The unborn fetus that cringed in her womb was him laying inside her securely, shielded from the worlds cruelties. Oh, if only the pastel colors could take him away from this mundane world. If only they could coat themselves upon his skin and bring him the deliverance he so desired. Others might have found this image obscene and startling but, to Akito, this was the most beautiful painting that his ugly hands could ever have created. But, even he knew that this could not compare to the goddess that laid upon the cold floor beside him.
Akito put down his tools while discarding the dirty robe, it falling to the floor in a graceful heap. He cocked his head to the side, a dreamy smile forming on his lips. How beautiful she was. Finally, she would be with him and only him. Tohru, still unconscious from the earlier evening laid upon a futon, her torso covered in what to be ratty bandages. Akito began to lose himself in watching her harsh intakes of breath. The soft whispers of spring escaping her lovely petals called lips.
He made his way over to her slowly, wary of waking her and ruining this wonderful fantasy. If only time could stop forever, if only it could stay just like this. It was such a beautiful beginning, but Akito knew that with every beginning there was an end. If only he could preserve this wonderful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He gently laid beside her, making sure to keep all physical contact a safe distance. Even in the dimly lit room he could make out the silhouette of her eyes and the low curve of her neck. He decided to take a risk in entangling the tips of his fingers in her flowing hair. An impish grin danced on his chapped lips as he let the angelic strands fall on his face, strings of chocolate rain blurring his vision.
A gentle sigh caused Akito to snap out of his trance as he turned to see if his fascination was waking from her slumber. Fortunately, she was still deep in sleep and Akito sighed in relief. He balanced his head on his elbow as he turned sideways to devour her body with his dark orbs once more. He frowned, he hated that her body was being clashed with the dirty color of the horrid bandages, hiding her away from him. He had made them himself from the old ones he wore because in order in attaining new ones would have meant to go to Hatori who would have most likely taken Tohru away from him. After the incident he wouldn't let anyone touch her, not even the maids who tried to assist Tohru. He became like a dog, growling threateningly at whomever came too close to his prize. He looked her over once more, noting the tiny crease in her forehead from the subconscious pain she was feeling even in her undisturbed slumber.
He looked away from her, remembering that Tohru planned to dance at the banquet. Idiot. Didn't she know what she was getting herself into? He knew his mother didn't bother to let in on what exactly Tohru was dancing to, what she was giving up. Why would she betray him so? Did she really hate him that much? Well, who could blame her really, he did do unmistakably horrible things to her. His teeth clenched at the thought of Kyo claiming Tohru's heart. He snorted, he didn't care if Kyo did claim Tohru's feelings, Tohru was here with him. He didn't care if Tohru abhorred him and screamed obscenities in his face, she was still here. He would make her his, feelings were just dream-like blurs anyway. There is no such thing as "true" feelings, he knew this from experience.
Akito turned back to his angel, her peaceful demeanor still as placid as ever. The banquet was in two days, he had time.
Akito ran a frail hand over her lips, "I don't care if you never wake up just as long as you're here. I know if you wake up, you'll leave me. Please, don't ruin this beautiful beginning." As he said this, he began to crawl over her while brushing her velvet lips against his rough ones.
"Never wake up, Tohru," Akito whispered, "because if you do…" He paused to caress her silky eyelashes while resting his head on her shoulder, a sad smile creeping onto his lips.
"…I'll kill you."
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Rain drops thudded upon her back, their wet kisses soaking her shirt. Her trembling hands desperately searching for warmth. The smell of dirty cement and tar enveloped her senses. Her ebony orbs stung from the rain, moisture falling from her eyelids, unable to distinguish if it was blood or rain. Everything felt dirty, everything about her was dirty. She wanted to scream but the rain would only muffle her cries. Midnight strands coiled around her waist as she moaned, terrified of the obscure vines. She tugged at them, causing a burning pain to tingle in her scalp. The taste of mud licked her tongue as she cried for the snakes to free her, their heads tearing in her hands as tugged at them.
"Rin-san?" A soft voice cooed. Rin ceased her struggle as she stared transfixed at the silhouette in the rain.
"Tohru?" Rin rasped as she stood, mud dripping from between her thighs and down her boots. She ran towards the figure, her footsteps sloshing in the rain.
"Oh, Tohru! I'm sorry!" She cried, holding on to the person for dear life, afraid of falling into the muddy abyss.
"Honda-san? Rin-san, it's me Yuki. Are you okay?" Rin blinked in realization as gray orbs looked down on her with concern.
"What happened to Honda-san?" Yuki asked while holding to the girl who cried harder. "Rin! What happened to Tohru!" Yuki shook her feverishly as Rin only continued to wail. This was the first time Yuki had ever seen Rin yell, let alone cry. His heart began to pound in his ears as to why Rin of all people would cry for Tohru. He then noticed the dark locks Rin held in her palms.
"Rin…your hair," he whispered as Rin quivered from her sobs. She looked down to see her once beautiful flowing hair mangled and torn upon her shoulders.
"I…I'm sorry," Rin wheezed. "I'm sorry Haru."
Yuki frowned, "Rin, where's Tohru?"
"Tohru…she's the one. She will break the curse, I'm sure." Yuki's eyes widened at the sobbing girl in fear as he ran across the pavilion towards the main house.
Rin bowed her head as she watched the rain make dark swirls in the mud, "only the loyal dog would ever die for its master."
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Delicate hands entwined as Ren watched the rain ooze down the glass window panes. Her eyes were like caverns, deep and wide as her mouth twitched. Prescription bottles of pills rested before her, their insides spilling into a mixture of reds and blues. She couldn't understand, wouldn't understand why her plans always failed. She didn't want to understand why Tohru would do such a thing. She wouldn't accept her words, no matter how much they chanted in her head.
"S-she doesn't know anything," Ren croaked while glancing down at the pills. So, this is what she was reduced to; popping pills like candy. She was no better than her bastard child. She threw her head back to laugh at such a thought but her throat was dry and felt as if filled with cobwebs. Ren looked back into the rain, watching drops race and morph into bigger pools of water. There was a flash of thunder as a pale face appeared in the window.
Ren fell back, pills falling to the floor as she cried, "Akira? Is that you?" As soon as the face appeared, it was gone. Ren clenched her head as she scrambled for the toxins, eagerly filling her mouth.
"N-no one understands! They don't know anything! All I want to do is be with you, Akira! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE WITH YOU?" Ren screamed as she stuffed as much as she could swallow into her mouth.
"I WILL JOIN YOU! MY AKIRA!" Ren proclaimed to the sky as tears filled her dark eyes. There was a crash as two maids broke open the door, hearing Ren's obvious cries of suicide.
"STAY BACK! DON'T TOUCH ME!" She spat, pills dribbling from her mouth. "I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!" The maids merely took the pills and bottles, making sure to clear out any items that Ren might use.
Her outstretched hand shook at the retreating backs of the housemaids, "please." There was a slam as Ren looked back towards the rain, "even if I died, I know I still wouldn't be able to be with you."
She buried her face in her hands, "there's no room for demons in heaven."
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Sleep crusted lashes twitched, chocolate orbs glazed as Tohru groaned. Rubbing her sore head she sat up but quickly regretted the action as there was a sharp pain in her side. Memories of yesterday came flooding back, giving no comfort to her wounded stomach. Tohru found that she was wearing an old raggedy Sunday dress.
"Where have I seen this before? Pity, it looked to be such a pretty dress," Tohru thought to herself before looking about the room. Bizarre paintings of misshapen figures danced on the walls, which also seemed to be covered in monstrous drawings. Warped silhouettes that reverted Tohru back to her darkest nightmares when she was a child of creatures and monsters lurking under her bed.
She stood, her knees buckling from the effort as needles shot down her legs. Tohru winced at the jabbing pain but mustered enough will power to stand. She shuddered even though clearly the room was quite warm, but the eerie aura that encircled the place caused her to tremble in dread. The room seemed to hold memories of something evil and tragic. It was fairly large, cluttered with brushes and other tools required to create artwork of such caliber that blanketed the walls. The paintings themselves seemed to hold secrets of the past.
"Such sad drawings," Tohru whispered, wondering what miserable creature inhabited this dismal place. Tohru's eyes widened slightly as she suppressed the urge to gasp. Her eyes traveled upward, all the while increasing their size. Above her there was a gigantic figure, it's face distorted with smudges of black pastels. Its body twisted and contorted, stomach swollen, breasts mauled, and manhood hanging dejectedly between its mangled legs. In the center of its engorged belly a large gaping whole stared back at Tohru as a bloody cord entangled itself around the figures arms and wrists. The outline of a baby with the head of a dog resting in its hands, obviously dead, the umbilical cord wrapped around its frail neck. Tohru had to steady herself against a nearby chair, never in her life had she witnessed such vulgarity and sorrow.
Hooker With A Penis
The words written in bold velvet letters under the gruesome painting. Tohru swallowed the bile that threatened to explode from her mouth.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The scornful voice chilled Tohru to the bone. Akito leaned against the frame of the doorway, a deviant smile gracing his lips. Underneath that smile however, boiled an uncontrollable sadness and rage. His dream was over, this chimera which he sought for gone, replaced by the nearing reality. No, he didn't want to wake up, not yet, not until the flesh on his very bones rotted and dried. Not until this angel before him was stripped of her wings and thrown down from heaven. Not until he would place a judas kiss upon her forehead. Oh, why did she have to wake up?
Tohru was unable to reply, let alone breath as she watched Akito's disheveled midnight hair hang over his eyes like a cloak. His fingers tactfully clasping against the wooden door frame. His robe pitch black, adorned with a red sash, fitting his slender form perfectly. He caught her staring at him, making Tohru turn away with a blush.
He smirked while strolling ever so slowly towards her, "finally awake, Tohru-kun? Are you ready to dance for me, my lovely angel?" Tohru turned back to him, confusion evident in her wide eyes.
"W-what?" Tohru squeaked, her mind foggy from sleep. Akito only sneered at her negligence.
"Tell me, my angel, do you still want to dance?" Akito growled in her ear, eyeing a certain sweat drop on her forehead. Tohru repressed a shiver as her mind began doing flip flops.
Finally, she gathered the courage to speak, "y-yes, so the curse can be broken and the Sohmas can be free."
Akito flinched in jealousy at her words. "So, is that all you care about? Those disgusting zodiac members?" Tohru backed away warily as Akito licked her forehead tenderly.
He frowned at her retreating body, "you'll dance for me and only me or not dance at all!" How could she be so oblivious as to what she was saying? Hopefully, his threat would change her mind and she would give up this futile fiasco. Words of the zodiac chanted in his head that filled him with terror.
"Upon the altar lays the dog, a sacrifice to his holy glory
A banquet for the loyal servant of God
Quenching his almighty thirst and freeing the spirits that lay dormant"
Akito shook his head, no he would save her. He would not let her die in vain to meaningless scripture only written and believed by fools. It was the only way.
Tohru backed away, wincing at the sudden impact with the wall. Akito panted softly as he placed both palms beside her head. "I am the creator and the destroyer! Don't you understand? I am the fucker and the fucked!"
"A-Akito-san?" Tohru stuttered as she could feel a slight pressure on her hip. Akito remained silent as he leaned into her, making sure to rub himself against her, causing Tohru to blush like a madman. She began to protest but was silenced as coarse lips scratched her own. She let out a small whimper as Akito's chest rubbed against her own, causing a painful friction in between their breasts. He ignored her soft hands that tried to push him away. He grabbed them forcefully and pinned them together. Yanking the sash that held the only piece of clothing shielding himself from her, he used it to bound her legs. Tohru looked away as his robe fell open, her blush fading as she felt the need to vomit. Akito furrowed his eyebrows at her disdain.
"Look at me!" He jerked her chin towards him. "This is your God! You wanted to get to know me? You wanted to help? Are you saying you don't want to play anymore, Tohru-kun?"
He grabbed one of her breasts roughly as a malicious grin crawled on his lips, "didn't you want to worship God?" By now tears were already forming and spilling from Tohru's eyes as she stared back at him as if a child oblivious to what it did wrong. Akito felt something in the pit of his stomach lurch but shook it away as he devoured her mouth once more. He wouldn't let such poisons consume him, she needed to be punished for her betrayal.
Tohru yelped as she felt sharp teeth puncture her tongue and lips. Blood dripping from the corners of their mouths as if feasting on the forbidden fruit which poisoned them so. She tried to scream but he only swallowed it like he swallowed her. She couldn't understand what she had done to betray him. Was dancing in the banquet really so revolting to him? Her train of thought began to blur as a dark warmth began to form between her legs.
She gasped as she felt something squishy in the palms of her ensnared hands. Her eyes went wide as the taste of something sour lingered in the back of her dry throat.
"This is your God," he whispered huskily as he forced Tohru to squeeze and arouse his deformed breasts. "This…" he grinded himself between her thighs, causing a mixture of sinful moans and gasps to ensue from her swollen lips.
"… this is me." With that he hoisted her up, her back skidding against the wall and tearing her bandages. He could feel fresh blood drip down his hips from her re-opened flesh wound while coercing Tohru's legs to wrap around him, which she did in fear of falling. The feel of her voluptuous legs embracing him sent him over the edge and he had to stop himself from taking her. No, he would bring her pain before crushing her. With that he nipped her stab wound playfully.
More tears fell from her cheeks as Akito raked his teeth along Tohru's flesh, leaving jagged lines in his wake. Tohru could feel his nimble fingers dance across her breasts, touching them in such a way that they stiffened painfully. She held her breath as Akito trailed her collar bone with his slippery tongue, leaving sticky trails of saliva to glisten in the thunderous skies.
Tohru broke through her passion filled mind to croak out a futile gripe, "please, A-Akito-sama, stop." Tohru looked back at him with puffy eyes shrouded with lust and fear which caused Akito to freeze. He growled as he let go of her and backed away. Tohru sighed in relief but it was short lived as her sigh turned into a strangled scream as her vision went dark.
"Much better," she could hear Akito's voice chuckle in the darkness. Akito knew that if he bore into those perfect hazel eyes as her dove like coo caressed his ears one more time that he would've stopped. They were his weakness, but he stripped her of those and there was nothing stopping him now from ravaging her body.
"Mmmmf!" Tohru replied pathetically, the feeling of nothingness brushing her toes. She had the sudden feeling that she wasn't on the ground anymore as her arms began to throb faintly. Tohru let out a small cry as there was a loud tearing sound as the chill air wrapped around her unkindly.
He used an old black rag to blind and gag her as he tore her last remaining piece of clothing, so there was nothing to hide her from his hungry stare. Akito licked his teeth slyly as he placed Tohru's tangled hands to hang from a nail in the wall where a grotesque painting used to be. He cocked his head to the side as he watched her struggle blindly to cover herself. She was now one of the paintings that adorned this miserable place he called home. He could feel himself become even more aroused while he watched his masterpiece writhe and twist in an enigmatic contour of colors of flesh and black. He saw the mark he had left on her tender back, scarlet drops caressing her toes as the scars opened from being stretched. Slowly but surly his fragile hand made it's way towards his abdomen, seeking to relieve himself of this torture. Echoes of crystal droplets ceased him in his odyssey for atonement. Tohru's disoriented whimpers made him shudder in opiate rapture.
"I'm sorry Tohru-kun, I haven't forgotten you," Akito purred, straddling her petite hips in his arms, giving her breast a comforting lick. There was a sharp intake of breathe as Tohru bit her lip to keep herself from moaning, but her delightful shiver was all Akito needed to continue his plague upon her sensitive skin.
"I'll never forget you, my angel. You are mine," Akito's sensual purrs turned into low growls of excitement as he brushed his stiffen manhood against her thighs. She could hear his breaths become more ragged as he rubbed his mangled nipples against her lower regions, greasing them with her moisture. Akito silently swore that he had tied her hands but shrugged and began to massage his soaked breasts while planting toothy kisses inside her milk white thighs.
Tohru's eyes were dry from crying and her voice hoarse from screaming. Her head throbbed just like her maiden head did. Her senses were dumb and dull from so much unwanted desires. A vague image of her mother slowly drifted away as she threw her head back in a silent cry. In the pit of her stomach she could feel him inside her, pulsating within the core of her bowels. A few more dusty tears dripped from the sudden intrusion. He hadn't given her any fair warning and with no hesitation he began to thrust into her brutally. The pain was so unbearable Tohru thought she would split in two.
It was a good thing she was blindfolded or else Tohru would have witnessed the deranged Akito in all his nefarious glory sobbing. He cried as he tore into her, blood seeping onto his pelvis. If only she would have never awoken. Why did she have to ruin this beautiful beginning? His body quaked with angry sobs as he pounded into her harder, almost losing his balance. Why did she have to make him feel this way? This feeling in the pit of his stomach that gripped at his heart until his lungs shriveled to dust. Why did she have to be this way?
The straps that held Tohru snapped, causing Akito to lose his balance but none the less still be inside her. Tohru had already came in a agonizing heap but Akito kept filling this angel that lay under him with his odious love.
Breaths escaping in harsh rasps against the dirty floor that served as their fulcrum of ungodliness. She could hear it, she could taste it, the bile which flowed into her blood-spattered grotto. Vines wrapping themselves around her legs and scratching her insides with their thorny embrace. Whether it was the blindfold or her own eyes that became shrouded in the pits of her own soporific mind she didn't care as the pain became a dull pulse while her body seemed to relax, retreating within the recess of her brain.
"W-why…" Tohru could here his jarring voice tickle her ear as he reached his peak.
"W-why…," Akito repeated, his voice cracking as more bone shattering sobs racked his withered body. Even though her eyes remained hidden, he could still sense their innocence radiate upon him. Why did she have to wake up? Why did she make him feel this way?
"Why did I…"
Akito's eyes clenched as he gave a heinous cry, drenching her raw insides with his venomous seed. Never retreating, he laid his sweaty forehead against her shoulder, sobbing into the crane of her gorgeous neck. Curling up against her small frame he continued to mourn, a child finding sanctuary in the breast of its mother. His cries turned into terrifying wails as the flower crumpled beneath him, its petals turned to thorns.
"Why did I have to love you?"
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Okay, awkwaaaard. Ah, poor Tohru and no before any of you say anything, she's not dead. Didn't want to ruin it but better than getting threatening reviews of killing my bunny because someone thinks I killed Tohru off. No, I didn't. Remember we still have the dance, or really, if she dances. I mean, personally, I wouldn't be able to walk after that (o.o naughty me). Okay, I'll update soon, probably by the end of the week. Ohhhh so close to the finale! Also, no sequels! I don't do sequels, and never will just because I hate back tracking and eh. I'm a one story person. Besides, sequels usually suck and ruin the first one.