Disclaimer: Fruit Basket belongs to Takaya Natsuki, any theories that are
written are own by me. However, don't sue me for it, I am just a poor
student that seems to suffer from insomnia so that is why I am writing tons
of fan fiction. Okay enough of my ranting, on to the story.
Midnight Thoughts
By Starfire
I hate her, I hate her so much. If she didn't do this then they wouldn't be against me, they wouldn't turn away from me, after what I did for them, how could they? The thoughts streams through the dark hair man as he stared out his window at the moon. Another sleepless night stream through him, while his body racketed with coughs.
Vengeful thoughts pattered across him, while he sat in a foul mood. It's her fault that I am this sick, it is her stupid fault, even back then, if she wasn't such a goodie person, damn her for being so good that the gods love her, even though she was a stupid monk.
Tugging on the blanket more around him, the illness hasn't fade from him, it never has, it kept at him tormenting him night, and day. It was his curse his punishment in angering the gods by killing. Why was that stupid monk so important anyways? All he ever did was go to the temple saying Thank you so much. Scoffing, Why did they love him more? Why did they love him so much? Why did they hate me for killing those doves? His eyes shifted until they sat on the birdcage, where the doves coo in their sleep. Isn't it bad enough that I keep them near me now? Isn't that enough to help satisfy them that I am near them. After all I am human they are just stupid birds why would they care?
Clenching his fingers, he swerves a bit, until he sat down on the bench next to the window. How was I supposed to know that they were sacred? His lip curves at the thoughts of the bloody dove in his hand. Picturing that it was Honda Tohru's neck between his nimble fingers, while he squeeze the life out of her. The blood would flow, just like it did from that monk, flow like rivers so pretty, so wonderful, but that is why they cursed him. Why would they care for such a no body?
Jealousy crawled inside his heart, while he pushes back his hair, coughing slightly, Stupid monk, it is because of him that I am stuck in this situation, destine to die after suffering from these bouts of pain. His fingers convulse, when he keels over coughing more. I wonder if he is around now.Laughing at my pain, even when he said those words "Bless you" that's a laugh, why would he want to bless me when I killed him.
His eyes slowly moved a bit to a ribbon that lay next to the cage, He is like that girl, Honda Tohru, just like her, who does that girl think she is, telling me stuff. Telling me that I am alive, but. Slowly leaning forward, his hair fell over his eyes blocking him of his view. I don't understand, just like I didn't understand when my past self slaughtered that monk whom said "Bless you." I don't understand why he did that; I don't understand this Honda Tohru, when she said she would miss me too, when I am gone.
Coughs racket his body, while he reached for a remote pressing a red button on it. I just don't understand at all.
A knock came at his door. "Akito-san?" Hatori's masculine voice came through the door.
"Come in." Akito coughs violently, "The cold has been getting more worse." He wheezed, when the man stood before him, his black doctor bag with him.
"I've noticed." Hatori took out some items checked Akito's pulse. "You should be sleeping, instead of being awake, it would hurt your health more."
Akito laugh in a wheezing voice, "Doesn't matter, I would be dying soon anyways, it is not like I would be missed."
"We would miss you." Hatori whispered, while absently checking other things, then injecting the man with a sleeping agent to help him sleep. "But for now I recommend sleep."
Drowsily Akito lay on his bed, his eyes closing slowly. "I don't understand you, I really don't understand.Honda..Tohru.." He mumbles softly, "Let me understand."
Midnight Thoughts
By Starfire
I hate her, I hate her so much. If she didn't do this then they wouldn't be against me, they wouldn't turn away from me, after what I did for them, how could they? The thoughts streams through the dark hair man as he stared out his window at the moon. Another sleepless night stream through him, while his body racketed with coughs.
Vengeful thoughts pattered across him, while he sat in a foul mood. It's her fault that I am this sick, it is her stupid fault, even back then, if she wasn't such a goodie person, damn her for being so good that the gods love her, even though she was a stupid monk.
Tugging on the blanket more around him, the illness hasn't fade from him, it never has, it kept at him tormenting him night, and day. It was his curse his punishment in angering the gods by killing. Why was that stupid monk so important anyways? All he ever did was go to the temple saying Thank you so much. Scoffing, Why did they love him more? Why did they love him so much? Why did they hate me for killing those doves? His eyes shifted until they sat on the birdcage, where the doves coo in their sleep. Isn't it bad enough that I keep them near me now? Isn't that enough to help satisfy them that I am near them. After all I am human they are just stupid birds why would they care?
Clenching his fingers, he swerves a bit, until he sat down on the bench next to the window. How was I supposed to know that they were sacred? His lip curves at the thoughts of the bloody dove in his hand. Picturing that it was Honda Tohru's neck between his nimble fingers, while he squeeze the life out of her. The blood would flow, just like it did from that monk, flow like rivers so pretty, so wonderful, but that is why they cursed him. Why would they care for such a no body?
Jealousy crawled inside his heart, while he pushes back his hair, coughing slightly, Stupid monk, it is because of him that I am stuck in this situation, destine to die after suffering from these bouts of pain. His fingers convulse, when he keels over coughing more. I wonder if he is around now.Laughing at my pain, even when he said those words "Bless you" that's a laugh, why would he want to bless me when I killed him.
His eyes slowly moved a bit to a ribbon that lay next to the cage, He is like that girl, Honda Tohru, just like her, who does that girl think she is, telling me stuff. Telling me that I am alive, but. Slowly leaning forward, his hair fell over his eyes blocking him of his view. I don't understand, just like I didn't understand when my past self slaughtered that monk whom said "Bless you." I don't understand why he did that; I don't understand this Honda Tohru, when she said she would miss me too, when I am gone.
Coughs racket his body, while he reached for a remote pressing a red button on it. I just don't understand at all.
A knock came at his door. "Akito-san?" Hatori's masculine voice came through the door.
"Come in." Akito coughs violently, "The cold has been getting more worse." He wheezed, when the man stood before him, his black doctor bag with him.
"I've noticed." Hatori took out some items checked Akito's pulse. "You should be sleeping, instead of being awake, it would hurt your health more."
Akito laugh in a wheezing voice, "Doesn't matter, I would be dying soon anyways, it is not like I would be missed."
"We would miss you." Hatori whispered, while absently checking other things, then injecting the man with a sleeping agent to help him sleep. "But for now I recommend sleep."
Drowsily Akito lay on his bed, his eyes closing slowly. "I don't understand you, I really don't understand.Honda..Tohru.." He mumbles softly, "Let me understand."