DISCLAIMER!!!! OKIES I SAW EVERYONE ELSE DO THESE SO I'M GONNA DO ONE
TOO..I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO FRUITS BASKET.BUT ALAS I KNOW NOT THE NAME
OF ITS BRILLIANT CREATOR. NEEDLESS TO SAY ITS COPYWRIGHTED STUFF THAT
ISN'T MINE SO JUST REMEMBER I TOLD YOU!!!
No Title!!! Lovely Huh?
Yuki stared in the mirror at himself, this creature that he loathed, wondering if he would ever be freed of this wretched curse tat had befallen the Sohma family. It had already happened three times today.
"Silly girl," he thought as he remembered how it had happened first thing that morning. Honda was up getting ready for school, and upon opening the bathroom door, smashed into him, forcing him into that all too familiar form. She apologized while picking up the rodent. Yuki was used to her by now. Somehow she always managed to make him smile.but not today.
Today he had been called to a meeting with Akito at the main house. "Akito," he thought with a shudder. He dreaded seeing Akito more than anything. After all, he was always so violent towards Yuki. He left the solitude of the room and ran into Honda for the fourth time today, taking on his mouse form.
"I'm sorry Yuki!" Honda cried out as she scooped him into the palms of her hands. This was a lot, even for her. She looked down at Yuki, affectionately knows as the "prince" by his fans at school. This silly girl was the only outsider who knew the Sohma secret. One by one she had befriended those who were cursed.what was it about this girl? Yuki felt his body as it reverted to its proper form. Honda shrieked and turned away, beet red from the surprise.
"You think she would be used to it by now," he thought, blushing as well while throwing his clothes back on. He gratefully accepted a lunch she had packed and wandered out of the house, not being completely prepared to see Akito.
As he entered the main grounds he stared at the lovely estate. It was large, and natural. The lush vegetation reached out, trying desperately to drown the main house in a sea of green. Even in the beauty of it all, he could feel the uneasiness of his stomach screaming at him. What was it Akito wanted to speak with him about anyway?
All that could be heard was the light tapping of Yuki's feet as he slowly approached the building in which he knew Akito dwelled. "This is it," he whispered as he forced a large lump down his throat. He pushed open the door nervously and removed his shoes as he wandered onto the tatami floors.
Inside was the scent of a hospital. Akito had always been sickly. That didn't mean he was weak mind you. More than once his tantrums had left Yuki in indescribably pain. As Yuki Scanned the room he was surprised when he realized nobody was there. The spot where Akito always rested was merely a pile of sheets, one of the only things in the silent, empty room. What was going on? If Akito scheduled a meeting there would be a meeting.
Yuki sighed as he sat down, wondering what to make of the situation, when he was distracted by a loud crash. It had come from the bathroom. He removed himself from his sitting position as he forced his way through the many mice that always seemed to surround him during times of nervousness. Before he had a chance to realize what was going on, he found Akito collapsed in front of him, blood rushing from the wounds covering his arms. He could only assume they had been inflicted in the process of shattering a mirror that had left a trail of glass strewn across the bathroom floor.
"What's going on!?!" Yuki shouted tautly. Akito lay there, grinning and barely mentally there. Yuki, not really knowing what to do, ran into the other room and began to frantically tear one of the sheets up. "I may not like you" he thought, "but I'm not going to let you die." Yuki's effeminate voice trailed off as he was drown out by the sound of frightening laughter. What was he thinking?
Yuki finished tearing the sheet and ran back to affix his makeshift bandages to the bleeding boy's wounds. Akito had other plans, however. As Yuki's hand approached the open wounds a hand came up and gripped him firmly.
"Don't you want me to die mouse?" Akito's eyes grew wide, as did his smile. Yuki tried to break free, but, as always, he wasn't nearly as strong as him. Akito's free hand reached down and grabbed one of the larger pieces of sharp glass from the mess on the floor. Blood gushed from his fingers as he gripped it tightly and aimed it at Yuki. He was scared now; God was he scared. Even more desperately than before, Yuki tried to break free.
"Don't run away from me!" Akito screamed, bringing the glass even closer to Yuki's face. His anger subsided and his strange smile returned. "You actually thought I'd let you go on pretending to be happy?" he whispered while removing some of the blood from his hand with his tongue. He was, of course, referring to her.the outsider.Tohru Honda. Yuki's wrist was still tight in his grasp, but now he was too afraid to struggle. His entire body would have appeared limp and lifeless had he not been shaking so bad.
Akito pushed himself up and moved behind Yuki, reaching his blood stained arm around the frightened white haired boy, and slid the shard slowly along his cheek.
JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS.I'm not completely sure what I'm gonna do with this fic or if I'll even finish it. If people actually read it.and if they enjoy it on top of that, review and let me know you actually like it * yeah right.like anyone can find my stuff on this annoying page anyway * Um I was really tired when I started writing this, and am tired right now as well.so don't blame me for bad writing or a weird coupling.I'm thinking I might make this a lil' YAOI with Akito having some very weird ways of ascertaining his sexual desires. Anyway this is a warning for if I write more and you read on.so don't hate me!!! YAOI=MALE ON MALE RELATIONSHIPS!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN PLEASE DON'T FLAME.PLEASE DON'T READ!!!
~Centi
p.s. I'm in no way a Yuki or Akito fan from fruits basket.however I'm no Honda fan either. I only like a character if their name is Kyo, or Aya.so now you know who I really like! ^_~
No Title!!! Lovely Huh?
Yuki stared in the mirror at himself, this creature that he loathed, wondering if he would ever be freed of this wretched curse tat had befallen the Sohma family. It had already happened three times today.
"Silly girl," he thought as he remembered how it had happened first thing that morning. Honda was up getting ready for school, and upon opening the bathroom door, smashed into him, forcing him into that all too familiar form. She apologized while picking up the rodent. Yuki was used to her by now. Somehow she always managed to make him smile.but not today.
Today he had been called to a meeting with Akito at the main house. "Akito," he thought with a shudder. He dreaded seeing Akito more than anything. After all, he was always so violent towards Yuki. He left the solitude of the room and ran into Honda for the fourth time today, taking on his mouse form.
"I'm sorry Yuki!" Honda cried out as she scooped him into the palms of her hands. This was a lot, even for her. She looked down at Yuki, affectionately knows as the "prince" by his fans at school. This silly girl was the only outsider who knew the Sohma secret. One by one she had befriended those who were cursed.what was it about this girl? Yuki felt his body as it reverted to its proper form. Honda shrieked and turned away, beet red from the surprise.
"You think she would be used to it by now," he thought, blushing as well while throwing his clothes back on. He gratefully accepted a lunch she had packed and wandered out of the house, not being completely prepared to see Akito.
As he entered the main grounds he stared at the lovely estate. It was large, and natural. The lush vegetation reached out, trying desperately to drown the main house in a sea of green. Even in the beauty of it all, he could feel the uneasiness of his stomach screaming at him. What was it Akito wanted to speak with him about anyway?
All that could be heard was the light tapping of Yuki's feet as he slowly approached the building in which he knew Akito dwelled. "This is it," he whispered as he forced a large lump down his throat. He pushed open the door nervously and removed his shoes as he wandered onto the tatami floors.
Inside was the scent of a hospital. Akito had always been sickly. That didn't mean he was weak mind you. More than once his tantrums had left Yuki in indescribably pain. As Yuki Scanned the room he was surprised when he realized nobody was there. The spot where Akito always rested was merely a pile of sheets, one of the only things in the silent, empty room. What was going on? If Akito scheduled a meeting there would be a meeting.
Yuki sighed as he sat down, wondering what to make of the situation, when he was distracted by a loud crash. It had come from the bathroom. He removed himself from his sitting position as he forced his way through the many mice that always seemed to surround him during times of nervousness. Before he had a chance to realize what was going on, he found Akito collapsed in front of him, blood rushing from the wounds covering his arms. He could only assume they had been inflicted in the process of shattering a mirror that had left a trail of glass strewn across the bathroom floor.
"What's going on!?!" Yuki shouted tautly. Akito lay there, grinning and barely mentally there. Yuki, not really knowing what to do, ran into the other room and began to frantically tear one of the sheets up. "I may not like you" he thought, "but I'm not going to let you die." Yuki's effeminate voice trailed off as he was drown out by the sound of frightening laughter. What was he thinking?
Yuki finished tearing the sheet and ran back to affix his makeshift bandages to the bleeding boy's wounds. Akito had other plans, however. As Yuki's hand approached the open wounds a hand came up and gripped him firmly.
"Don't you want me to die mouse?" Akito's eyes grew wide, as did his smile. Yuki tried to break free, but, as always, he wasn't nearly as strong as him. Akito's free hand reached down and grabbed one of the larger pieces of sharp glass from the mess on the floor. Blood gushed from his fingers as he gripped it tightly and aimed it at Yuki. He was scared now; God was he scared. Even more desperately than before, Yuki tried to break free.
"Don't run away from me!" Akito screamed, bringing the glass even closer to Yuki's face. His anger subsided and his strange smile returned. "You actually thought I'd let you go on pretending to be happy?" he whispered while removing some of the blood from his hand with his tongue. He was, of course, referring to her.the outsider.Tohru Honda. Yuki's wrist was still tight in his grasp, but now he was too afraid to struggle. His entire body would have appeared limp and lifeless had he not been shaking so bad.
Akito pushed himself up and moved behind Yuki, reaching his blood stained arm around the frightened white haired boy, and slid the shard slowly along his cheek.
JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS.I'm not completely sure what I'm gonna do with this fic or if I'll even finish it. If people actually read it.and if they enjoy it on top of that, review and let me know you actually like it * yeah right.like anyone can find my stuff on this annoying page anyway * Um I was really tired when I started writing this, and am tired right now as well.so don't blame me for bad writing or a weird coupling.I'm thinking I might make this a lil' YAOI with Akito having some very weird ways of ascertaining his sexual desires. Anyway this is a warning for if I write more and you read on.so don't hate me!!! YAOI=MALE ON MALE RELATIONSHIPS!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN PLEASE DON'T FLAME.PLEASE DON'T READ!!!
~Centi
p.s. I'm in no way a Yuki or Akito fan from fruits basket.however I'm no Honda fan either. I only like a character if their name is Kyo, or Aya.so now you know who I really like! ^_~