Imprisonment 7
Author's notes: You know I don't own Fruits Basket, right? Good.
Anyway….
Oh shit, I just watched Moulin Rouge! Damn, it was sooooooooooooooo good!!!! I cried, you know. I CRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why did Satine have to die!?!?!?!?! (calms down)
(coughs) Besides, I've watched that many times already. But it's just so tear jerking, you know.
Seems like Yuki torture goes first. I hope you'll like it, thank you!
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(Akito's POV)
I smirked to myself in delight. He gave in to my desires and let me do my work, laying himself aside as I continued to 'play' with him for a while. My, Yuki's so obedient, isn't he?
I licked my lips, thinking about what agonizing thing would I do to my precious Yuki. I eyed the exposed piece of cream-colored skin that invited me. Finally, I narrowed my eyes, bowing my head down to sink my lips into his delicious skin, my hand running up against his cheek, cradling his head to keep it that way for a moment.
My tongue brushed briefly against his skin, licking it every now and then. God, I could just imagine that terrified look on his face that I loved so much, his lavender eyes widening at me as if I was some horrible creature.
But hell, I am not. I'm Akito.
Continuing on with my pleasant torture to the mouse, I've enjoyed it, literally. But I'm not getting enough of him. So what I did was I traced a trail down to his well-chiseled chest, pressing him down firmly, but gently, as I made him look at me. He had his eyes shut tight, his brows wrinkled in fright of what I was to do. I smiled to myself in triumph – I love your face, Yuki.
Immediately, after seeing him like that, I parted my lips and bent down to kiss him. Now I could feel that he opened his eyes in shock, not believing what I was doing to him right now.
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(Yuki's POV)
I was stunned.
That was all there was to it.
Well, what would you have done if a guy were kissing you? And you're severely injured?
I only saw locks of navy blue, blocking my eyesight. I tried to hold on to his shoulders, intent on pushing him away as fast as I could. But my arms didn't respond. They were pinned against his hands, numb and unable to move. Now I was stuck here, with Akito on top of me, kissing me.
Nothing could be worse.
But it came all along.
I felt his hands move away from my arms up to my chest, running his hands all over it. I winced inwardly, feeling his cold hands lay on my warm, upper body, doing what he pleases. I flinched more when I felt him start a passionate kiss, which I didn't return, making him break the forsaken lip lock and stare at me with narrowed eyes.
"Why won't you kiss me back?" he demanded of me, his eyes still narrowed with newfound rage.
"I…I…" suddenly, I went on a mental block and couldn't say the answer. Akito eyed me, standing up, reaching for my neck.
He grabbed me by my neck, letting my feet dangle a few inches off the floor. My whole body went limp, and I was like a puppet sagging with its strings.
"ANSWER ME!"
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Hatsuharu pounded on the door, slamming his fist against the wooden block.
"SHIGURE!!" Hatsuharu screamed, demanding that someone answer the door.
"Geez, what's your problem?" the older Jyuunishi remarked, finally opening the door to the three hassled Sohmas. After seeing how serious the three were, Shigure shut his mouth up and asked serenely what was the matter.
Hatori answered him, and thus making the writer run up the stairs to get the orange cat and Tohru.
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The girl was hysterical. She was speechless. She was…
Afraid.
Afraid of what the clan head was doing to him. Afraid of what Yuki could be experiencing…afraid of almost everything.
Fear ran through her veins, making her hand shake as they rode on the car. They were on their way to the Main House, intent on rescuing Yuki from Akito's wretched hands.
"Tohru-chan, daijoubu?" Momiji asked the girl, worry etched in his bright brown eyes. Tohru looked at him kindly, smiling at the younger boy.
"Hai, Momiji-kun. I'm alright."
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(Our POV)
The futon lay silent on the floor, left alone as the one lying on it was dangling a few inches off the ground. Akito didn't move his fingers away from Yuki's neck – he kept it wrapped around it. Yuki whimpered in pain.
"Answer me, Yuki." Akito murmured sternly, his blue eyes narrowing, his voice husky as Yuki stared back at him, terrified.
Yuki kept himself silent, not finding the words that would explain the eccentricity of Akito's actions.
"You won't answer me?" Akito asked, as if leering on the younger man. Yuki whimpered again, gasping for air, feeling Akito's hand tighten its grip on his neck. Blue eyes narrowed, after a while, a limp body was thrown in full contact with the bamboo wall.
He lay silent, whimpering, cringing as his body started to respond to the beatings he was having. His head started to bleed, his rib break again, and out of all this pain, he couldn't move a single inch. His body was resting limp against the wall, blood trickling down his pale lavender-colored hair. Blood started to be coughed out from his lungs, his bronchi acting up as he tried to gasp for breath. It was spattered on the floor as he tried to bring up his hand to his mouth, trying to stop the attacks of his coughs to his lungs. Soon blood covered his hands, the side of his head trickling with the same liquid, his lips full red because of his sickness. He was still half-naked, the upper part of his gi under him.
Yuki swung his head back, coughing out blood once more. He started to blush from a fever he was beginning to have.
Akito frowned. "You still won't answer me." He started to walk to a cupboard that rested in the far corner of the room. "My, my…aren't we stubborn."
He got something from the cupboard, closing it and turning around to face the mouse.
"Unless you want to go back to your childhood days."
Yuki's pale purple eyes widened.
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Kyou, Shigure, Hatori and Hatsuharu tried relentlessly to break down the locked wooden doors, Momiji and Tohru watching behind them. They have been trying it for a while now, after hearing something heavy clout against a wall.
Shigure and Hatori stepped back, allowing Hatsuharu and Kyou to have the full space. The two stepped back a few steps, running towards it in full force, successfully opening (or breaking) the locked wooden doors.
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Akito gripped the whip in his right hand, ready to brandish it at the younger Sohma. He didn't notice something – or someone – run at full speed from the space Kyou and Hatsuharu produced from their attempts. He didn't notice someone with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes filled with worry kneel in front of Yuki and wrapped her arms around him, protecting him from the terror of Akito's weapon, her smooth locks whipping with the unseen wind.
Hatori and Shigure ran after Tohru, holding the Sohma master down in order to stop the clan head from doing anything else. Kyou, Hatsuharu and Momiji entered the scene, ready to assist and support Tohru and Yuki.
But there was something strange. Something peculiar.
Yuki didn't transform.
***The end?***
Author's notes: is that a cliffhanger? I don't know. If anyone wants this continued, please review! Or else I'll leave it at that, alright?
Note to jo-chan: uh…you're getting pretty creepy. (joke) How did you know I was a Filipino AND 12 years old? You're not some stalker, are you? *someone bangs her head with a huge mallet* Anyway, I love your fic, and please continue yours.
And thanks for your comment on my bio…I was bored…
So, please review if you want this continued! And also if you want some explanations!
Have a great year!!!
A. Pikachu