Imprisonment 6

Author's notes: This chapter is dedicated to ~*paper star*~. Maybe some of your questions would be answered in this chapter. I hope you like it, and please, review. I am really going to die if you guys don't review this. **chokes**

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(Kyou's POV)

I sat on the roof, quiet, staring at the full moon. It was too unnerving to stay inside, seeing Tohru broken like a piece of fragile glass. Shigure wasn't helping – his words of comfort only brought more pain inside Tohru, as I can see.

The moon shone brightly back at me, as if glaring at me. I shrugged the feeling off as I drowned in my own thoughts, my concern concentrated on the brown-haired girl down below me.

How did I know that I do not deserve Tohru, you ask? Well, it's quite simple really.

To be honest, I don't even know how it happened. I was just walking by the forest, hoping to relax as I did, since Shigure was making a racket with his agent inside the house. Ayame also arrived that day, intent and keen on pestering the stupid mouse. So I had to get away from it all, and deciding that a walk should be fine instead of staying up on the roof, I went to the woods.

The sunlight was bright and warm, not hot and painful to the eyes. My footsteps couldn't be heard, and I was glad of that.

And then, I saw them. The two of them, that baka nezumi and Tohru, were working on what I could call a secret garden. The garden was full of strawberries, carrots, onions and some other vegetables, and I was keen not to be noticed by the two.

I overheard their conversation, as I stayed put, leaning behind a tree. I remember that they were talking about an agreement, to call each other by their names. Breathing heavily, I turned around to sneak a peek at the two, seeing how content they were.

You could say that they were happily contented at that moment, as if they would never be apart.

And that moment alone awakened me. I was not meant for Tohru, but that nezumi was. I was meant for someone else, for me to be content, to be happy, and for that person to accept who I really am. I'm not meant to chase after someone I wasn't meant for – and that proved that I just love Tohru in a friendly way. I didn't deserve her – she was too good, too perfect for me. Her unearthly beauty was to be discovered by Yuki, they were meant to be together, they were meant to love each other until the very end.

I would only be standing in their way if I continued my useless pursuit.

God, how poetic was that?

That was definitely unlike me.

So, your question has been answered, here, right now, as I glare back at the glowing moon.

I hate you, Yuki.

I hate you for making me realize that.

But…

I hate myself more for seeing the fact that you two were meant to be.

God, I am so stupid. So, we both are. Everything's equal…everything's fair.

I'd find my match, I'm sure of it. You just have to wish me luck.

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(Akito's POV)

I led my hand up to his temples, feeling the soft silken strands of his lavender hair. His skin was so soft, too soft to be a man's, in fact, making me want him more. He was just beautiful, and I need to satisfy my craving for him sooner.

I just wonder how come I never did this to him when he was little.

Maybe because he grew up – he grew up to be a lovely man that makes me crave for him more. His skin was a lovely shade of pale cream, just like mine, the taste of his mouth invigorating. His body was fragile, his eyes the same hue as his hair, his body well refined as mine. I'm about to die any minute, and thinking about it, my most recent goal was to take him before I die. He was just too special, making me want him badly, making me want to torture him in a new, more horrible way.

And my kiss, my touch, seems to make his memories float to his current state. I love seeing him shattered like a precious, porcelain doll, as if he would break in every way I touch him. He was wounded by how I treated him a few years back, and I want him more terrified of me, more scared of me than every before.

I take delight in torturing what is mine.

I love his terrified face. I love his quavering voice.

Let me take you, Yuki.

His eyes open as I continued to move my hand, gracing his soft, warm skin. I held him gently down on the futon, knowing that he couldn't move because his wound would open up and his ribs would hurt.

"A-Akito…?" he murmured at me, his eyes wide in horror.

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(Yuki's POV)

He loomed over me as if I was a porcelain doll that needed his protection. But I am not a doll for him to play with; I'm a human being who needs to be away from some lunatic called Akito. I winced as he inserted his hand in my gi, pushing the cloth apart, revealing my upper body.

"Stop it, Akito." I murmured, trying to get up, but once again my ribs started to hurt. He pushed me down on the futon, his hand still atop my chest, and his other hand on my shoulder.

"Hold still." He mumbled back at me, his blue eyes narrowing as he eyed my half-naked body. Shivers ran down my spine, the hair at the back of my neck standing, my eyes still widening as he continued with his torture. "You know you're hurt. Don't move…" he started, now slipping the other sleeve out of his way, leaving my upper body totally unclothed. "a single bit…"

I tried to squirm out of his heavy grasp, seeing that he was already on top of me.

"Stop it."

He didn't stop what he was doing. He continued on with his agonizing activity, slowly undressing me, sending terror down in my veins.

Akito eyed me, now a sly smirk playing in his lips. I hated myself, my body, for not enabling me to move and get the hell away from him. I looked sideways and flinched, now feeling his hot breath upon my exposed neck. I could still imagine his wry smile playing on his lips, enjoying every single second of his agonizing torment. He ran a hand upon my cheek, then on the other side of my neck, then finally cradling my head as he brought his lips to my bare neck. I tried to push him away, but once again my ribs started to deliver the unwanted pain.

He stopped kissing my neck, raising his head a little as he murmured his words.

"I said don't move."

Hesitantly, I realized that I could not do anything to disobey his displeasing wishes. I was too injured to do anything. I couldn't even lift a hand without my body throbbing. I just shut my eyes and waited for him to do what he wants, thinking that I was a helpless little mouse caught in a trap.

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(Our POV)

Three people stopped in their tracks upon hearing Yuki's cries of protest.  Momiji, Hatsuharu and Hatori looked curiously and worriedly at where Yuki was staying, hearing the shuffling of cloths and Yuki's continuous whimpers for the Sohma head clan to stop. Hatori immediately approached the door, prying it open, but only to find it locked.

"Damn, Akito locked the door." He cursed, his hands still trying to open the wooden doors. Hatsuharu quickly shifted his gaze at the doctor, something unreadable etched in his eyes.

"Is Yuki in there?" he asked, his voice full of worry and concern.

"Yuki is in there." Momiji answered, the three of them serious.

"Hurry, we have to get to Shigure's, quick." Hatori announced, starting to walk to the gates.

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