A/N: Wee ^^ Another chapter! I'm going to try and update at least once a week (although I may be late every so often ^^; plus I'm adjusting to a new computer and school work) I think I'm going to have three more chapters after this one. Maybe 2 if I get in a writers block XD Ah well! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!
Arrei: ^^ Waai! Thank you so much! ^^; I don't have any recent original stories (though I've got a few ideas; I'm so lazy XD) ^^; I may post something on fictionpress soon. After all, this is my longest story ever XD
hiei_luver45: Yeah ^^; Bad tempers seem to run in the Sohma family. ^_^ Thanks for the review.
joanne: ^^; Er...Thanks?
Kimna: :O Yeah! Poor Akito. I always asumed that he knew what was going to happen since a very young age considering his behaivior in the series. ^^ Glad you like it.
Misaki the Assasin: XD He is great, isn't he? ^^; I understand the evil train of thought. Thanks!
Anee: I'm not sure if it would be best if he forgot about his mother either. As Momiji says, "some memories you just have to live with" ^^; (or something like that...) Yeah, it is interesting. ^^
HyperRiceball: ^_^ Thank you thank you! (o_O My chapters seem to be getting longer too...)
Rei Sohma: ^_^ waii...thanks!
Yuan: I always wondered what happened to Akito's parents...I just kind of had a flash of something like that happening to his mother and I decided to run with it ^_^0 It is a bit sad...Yeah. Poor Hatori seems to have gotten in the middle o_o;
Val: ^^; You've already gotten my email so I'm not sure what else to write here XD Thank you! (I'll make sure to look into your ideas ^^)
kireina: I always imagined Akito wasn't exactly "sheltered" from the truth for very long. I figured it had to be pretty ubrupt considering how he acts.
Thank you for the reviews! ^^ Eee!
**Chapter 3- Fragile**
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~Doushite hitowa ikiteiru nokana. Donna unmeimo kodokuna tabimo subete uketomete...
~ I wonder why people live. I'll accept any fate and lonesome journey...
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You'd be surprised.
You'd be surprised of how different the world feels when you wake up.
I woke up.
Reality is here and I can't escape it anymore. It's pointless; sometimes things don't ever go back to "normal."
At age five I was told by my father, as he cried, that I wasn't going to live very long. It was like ice being poured down my spine. Frozen. Numbing.
I was only five years old.
I knew the truth about death. I knew how delicate human life is and how easy it must be for darkness to take over. Life isn't fair. There is no justice; people die. Everyone does. It doesn't matter if you're a mother, or a child. It doesn't matter at all.
...Don't pretend it does.
I was only five years old, and I understood more about life and death than most people do in a lifetime. Existence is sorrow. Existence is pain.
I was awake.
Now that I knew about the curse, I had began to recognize the glances of pity. I now knew why adults would look at me with suffering in their eyes.
I had developed a habit of walking with my eyes facing the ground, with my back slumped over so I didn't have to look at their faces. Their faces...trying to commiserate me.
Commiserate.
It's not a very flattering sounding word, is it?
...I don't understand. They're all going to die too, why waste pity on me? Because I'm so young? Death doesn't care either way, why should I?
I had developed a hate for the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Not because I knew I would never be able to reply to it, but because I realized a good deal of the people who are asked will probably never live long enough to ask their children the same thing.
"If you grow up" is more appropriate.
"When" is a word of false hope; the false hope that tomorrow will always exist.
The adults used to hate it when I corrected that. "If" is an uncertain word. Nobody likes uncertainty.
I should really be getting back to my "story," but I'm not going to continue where I've left off. I'll skip ahead a few years, to when I was eight years old.
At that point, the parents liked to keep their children away from me. They didn't want me to "poison" their minds. They didn't like my detached voice or my ice-cold eyes.
They also didn't like how I used the word "if."
I had a history of a violent temper. When I was in a bad mood, I endangered everyone around me. I cracked a boy's head open once when he asked why I couldn't race with him. Of course, it was his fault for provoking an answer. I just pushed him a little and down he fell, right into a pile of rocks. He should have shut up. It would have saved his parents from a hefty doctor bill and my father from his grief. After he returned from the hospital, the boy went crying to his parents, asking why I couldn't play and why I wanted to hurt him. Their excuse was that I was "fragile."
Fragile?
That's right. I'm fragile.
Like autumn.
Because that's when all the leaves die.
...The children, my peers, eventually became afraid of me as well. It was inevitable. Who wouldn't be afraid of the strange little boy whom their parents tell them to stay away from? It's not as if it was entirely the adults' fault... my cousins had seen enough of my temper in any case. They're all cowards.
I don't want anything to do with them anyway.
Alright, I'm going to get back on track.
On this particular day, while my father was occupied with my doctor, I was able to catch a glance of my files.
Patient: Sohma Akito
Parents/Guardians: Sohma Kenji, Sohma Hayasaki Marise (deceased)
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 7.18.83
Blood Type: AB
I blinked. AB blood... The universal receiver (1). That's lucky, I suppose.
My eyes traced towards the end of the paper where a comment was quickly thrown in on the side.
Life Expectancy: Early twenties?
I don't even think my expression changed when I read that. It wasn't anything new. I've been overhearing too many of the adult's conversations lately. Nothing much. I'll just excuse myself to the bathroom, throw up, and then add my name to the sticky note just under Yuu's.
Sohma Yuu: Age 9
Me: 20, 21, 22, 23 (?)
Oh. How silly of me; I forgot. Yuu only lasted until he was nine, not twelve. My mistake.
At least I was winning, ne?
The following day is really when the next part of my story starts. I woke up with the sun as I always did. I have never been a particularly heavy sleeper, the littlest things could cause me to jolt awake. So, I woke up early and somehow found the energy to lazily drag myself to the common room. As I sleepily lifted my head up to take a look around, I realized something completely unsettling.
I was alone.
The walls were empty; there wasn't any furniture. There wasn't anything. Nothing was here.
No one was here.
That's right. My father had abandoned me. I don't blame him. He must have gotten fed up with me or something, because I haven't seen him since. He must have realized what my mom and I had; that it was pointless to continue hoping for a better future, because there isn't ever going to be one.
I wonder what he's doing right now? I wonder if he's alive.
I wonder if he's in the middle of the road waiting for a truck to hit him.
I would have been quite content staying at home by myself. I didn't need anybody. But my so-called "concerned family" didn't like the idea of such a young and frail boy living all alone. So, it was decided to I was going to stay with a few of my family members until my father returned. They still had a faint idea in their twisted heads that he was coming back.
I knew more than that.
I didn't fall for things like that.
I knew he was gone forever and I can't blame him.
I was to stay with Sohma Kahori, Sohma Tatsuya, and their two children. Both cursed. I had heard a lot of them before.
"What unfortunate parents, giving birth to not only one, but two cursed children!"
"I wonder how Kahori could handle it, not being able to embrace either of them..."
"How horrible! I'd hate to be in their shoes. A rat and a snake you say...?"
Cute. That's cute. They're cursed to turn into animals whenever females hug them. How amusing. These are the people I'm dying for.
Damn it.
So, these "unfortunate" people decided to take me in. I wonder what was wrong with them. If they can't handle two juunishi, how could they handle me?
I don't know. They didn't do a very good job.
I remember when I heaved what little belongs I had to the house a few doors down. I was greeted before I had a chance to knock.
"Oh goodness, you didn't have to come here by yourself! I told you I was going to pick you up!" Kahori held the door open as she looked at me as if I had done something horribly dangerous, as if not listening put my very life at risk. She was immediately at my side, taking the suitcases away from me. "No wonder your posture is always so horrible."
I looked up at her, expressionless, although I was panting slightly, "I am fine, Aunt Kahori. My house is not very far." I was annoyed at her over concern for me, "It was not very hard for me to bring my belongings over here." I spoke every word clearly, to make it obvious: I don't like people hanging over me.
"Nonsense. You don't want to hurt yourself, do you?" She smiled at me; I cringed because I knew it was fake. "Follow me inside."
When I followed her into the house, I noticed a boy a few years younger than me, shyly peaking behind a door. Kahori placed my luggage down in a corner and then signaled to the small child.
"Yuki-kun...why don't you come out and say 'hello' to our new friend?"
Yuki? That sounds so familiar...
Yuki...?
...Yuu.
Yuki slowly stepped out from behind the door and looked at me curiously with his big violet eyes. He must have been five or so at the time.
The same age I awoke.
Kahori leaned over so she was at her son's height. "Do you know who this boy is, Yuki-kun?"
Yuki looked from his mother, and then to me. He took a small breath, as if everything rested on his answer "Aki-kun?" He looked to me for approval.
I turned away.
Disappointed, Yuki turned to his mother. 'Is that right?' his expression asked.
"That's correct, Yuki-kun. This boy is the family head." She smiled as she brought herself to full height again, patting him on the head.
Like a pet, not a child.
Kahori turned to me, brushing her silver blond hair behind her ear, "Do you have anything to say about yourself, Akito-kun?"
I visibly twitched. That was the name my mother called me. "Akito-kun" was reserved for her, and for her alone. It was insult for somebody who hardly knew me to use it.
I wondered if I would be strong enough to knock her to the ground.
...However, my thoughts were interrupted. My aunt had noticed the twitch and my sudden change in expression. "Is something the matter?"
I brought my glance up to hers and then I closed my eyes, forcing a smile. "I am fine, just a little bit cold."
Just wondering if I'm strong even to pull your arm out of the socket.
"Oh, alright." It was that easy; she didn't even question me. Adults are foolish like that. They refuse to believe that a child would possibly lie about their emotions. They always assume that if a child is in pain, they'd speak up. They think that all children are energetic and wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Foolish.
My heart is in my chest, where nobody would dare go.
A sticky-note with the name of a dead child was on my sleeve.
"I've got a some blankets in the bedrooms, I can get them--"
"No," I interrupted her, still smiling sweetly, "I can get them myself." I walked past Yuki, towards one of the bedrooms. As I passed him, I whispered something softly; so only he could hear.
"Don't call me 'Aki.'"
A shiver.
A step back.
I laughed to myself.
Poor soul.
I entered one of the bedrooms and retrieved a fairly large gray blanket, wrapping it around myself. It was really just a nuisance, but that woman wouldn't accept it if I didn't wear it. She'd fret and babble about how I could catch cold and what a danger it was to my health. I would prefer to avoid that.
As I re-entered the room, I noticed Kahori was buttoning up her jacket. She saw me come in and looked a bit relieved that I had actually found the blanket.
It would be shame if I froze to death, wouldn't it?
Kahori looked at Yuki and I, "Now, I'm going to have to go out for a bit. Ayame needs to be picked up from a social event and we're in desperate need for some more milk. I won't be more than an hour or so." She gingerly picked up her purse and headed towards the front door. "Yuki-kun, why don't you play with Akito-kun a bit? Show him around the house." And without another word she was gone.
How irresponsible. Leaving her small child and illness prone nephew alone in a house.
I sighed as I watched her leave. I could have lived alone if this was what I was going to deal with.
"Ano..." A small voice came just behind me.
I turned around, letting my gray-blue eyes meet his.
"What is it, Yuki?"
"Ano..." he glanced at me curiously, "Are you... are you the one who's going to die?"
Smack.
It was an innocent question, one that a young child repeats only after hearing his parents say it so many times. I don't even think he knew what death was at the time. It was innocent... but that didn't stop me.
I hit him again.
"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I grabbed hard onto his arm, letting my nails dig into his skin.
Feeling the warm blood around the tips of my fingers.
It was wonderful.
"You don't know anything! You're just a stupid rat! A STUPID RAT!" I was spurting out words as quick as I could, still clutching onto his arm.
Shrieking.
"It's your fault that this is happening to me! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I paused for a moment in order to catch my breath.
Panting.
"L-Let me go," Yuki's voice spoke weakly, in-between his falling tears, "It h-hurt's. Please let m-me go, Akito-san..."
Good. He didn't call me "Aki."
Wait.
Is he crying because of me? Is this because of me?
"I-It hurt's... stop it, please..."
He's pleading? Ha.
"A-Akito-san..."
It was the first time in my life I had felt superior to others. It was the first time I realized I'm not the weakest. I was not the one crying and gasping for air.
I am superior.
Roughly letting go of his arm, I cupped his face with my hand. A smirk came across my lips when I felt how much his breath quickened.
How much his face paled.
"I am the Sohma head," I muttered, "Know you're place."
Letting go of his cheek, I turned away, retreating to the darkness of my room.
It was then that I knew what I must do.
Even if I have to drill it into their skulls...
...Nobody will ever forget me.
And Yuki?
Yuki has the best privilege of all.
...Because he's "mine" now.
~End Chapter 3~
(1) Universal receiver is a blood type term. People with certain types of blood types can only receive certain types of blood if they were in an accident. People with AB blood can get any type of blood if they needed, hence the title. O is the universal doner because anybody could receive type o blood.
o_o And hence Akito's obsession with Yuki. ^_^0 I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Remember, if you read this please leave a review ^^; It makes me jump up and down every time I get one, it's all apprieciated XD Thank you! Next update should be in a week or so (Friday, 24th Oct)
Random Fruits Basket phrases for the update!:
"Boku wa Sohma no toushu da yo..." (I am the head of the Sohma's...(episode 13 flashback))
"Bzzt bzzt! Haru ni naru desu yo! Watashi wa haru ga ichiban suki desu!" (Bzzt bzzt! It turns into spring! I like spring the best! (Kana, episode 8))
Preview for next chapter:
Rumors of a fate worse than his own...
Arrei: ^^ Waai! Thank you so much! ^^; I don't have any recent original stories (though I've got a few ideas; I'm so lazy XD) ^^; I may post something on fictionpress soon. After all, this is my longest story ever XD
hiei_luver45: Yeah ^^; Bad tempers seem to run in the Sohma family. ^_^ Thanks for the review.
joanne: ^^; Er...Thanks?
Kimna: :O Yeah! Poor Akito. I always asumed that he knew what was going to happen since a very young age considering his behaivior in the series. ^^ Glad you like it.
Misaki the Assasin: XD He is great, isn't he? ^^; I understand the evil train of thought. Thanks!
Anee: I'm not sure if it would be best if he forgot about his mother either. As Momiji says, "some memories you just have to live with" ^^; (or something like that...) Yeah, it is interesting. ^^
HyperRiceball: ^_^ Thank you thank you! (o_O My chapters seem to be getting longer too...)
Rei Sohma: ^_^ waii...thanks!
Yuan: I always wondered what happened to Akito's parents...I just kind of had a flash of something like that happening to his mother and I decided to run with it ^_^0 It is a bit sad...Yeah. Poor Hatori seems to have gotten in the middle o_o;
Val: ^^; You've already gotten my email so I'm not sure what else to write here XD Thank you! (I'll make sure to look into your ideas ^^)
kireina: I always imagined Akito wasn't exactly "sheltered" from the truth for very long. I figured it had to be pretty ubrupt considering how he acts.
Thank you for the reviews! ^^ Eee!
**Chapter 3- Fragile**
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~Doushite hitowa ikiteiru nokana. Donna unmeimo kodokuna tabimo subete uketomete...
~ I wonder why people live. I'll accept any fate and lonesome journey...
****
You'd be surprised.
You'd be surprised of how different the world feels when you wake up.
I woke up.
Reality is here and I can't escape it anymore. It's pointless; sometimes things don't ever go back to "normal."
At age five I was told by my father, as he cried, that I wasn't going to live very long. It was like ice being poured down my spine. Frozen. Numbing.
I was only five years old.
I knew the truth about death. I knew how delicate human life is and how easy it must be for darkness to take over. Life isn't fair. There is no justice; people die. Everyone does. It doesn't matter if you're a mother, or a child. It doesn't matter at all.
...Don't pretend it does.
I was only five years old, and I understood more about life and death than most people do in a lifetime. Existence is sorrow. Existence is pain.
I was awake.
Now that I knew about the curse, I had began to recognize the glances of pity. I now knew why adults would look at me with suffering in their eyes.
I had developed a habit of walking with my eyes facing the ground, with my back slumped over so I didn't have to look at their faces. Their faces...trying to commiserate me.
Commiserate.
It's not a very flattering sounding word, is it?
...I don't understand. They're all going to die too, why waste pity on me? Because I'm so young? Death doesn't care either way, why should I?
I had developed a hate for the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Not because I knew I would never be able to reply to it, but because I realized a good deal of the people who are asked will probably never live long enough to ask their children the same thing.
"If you grow up" is more appropriate.
"When" is a word of false hope; the false hope that tomorrow will always exist.
The adults used to hate it when I corrected that. "If" is an uncertain word. Nobody likes uncertainty.
I should really be getting back to my "story," but I'm not going to continue where I've left off. I'll skip ahead a few years, to when I was eight years old.
At that point, the parents liked to keep their children away from me. They didn't want me to "poison" their minds. They didn't like my detached voice or my ice-cold eyes.
They also didn't like how I used the word "if."
I had a history of a violent temper. When I was in a bad mood, I endangered everyone around me. I cracked a boy's head open once when he asked why I couldn't race with him. Of course, it was his fault for provoking an answer. I just pushed him a little and down he fell, right into a pile of rocks. He should have shut up. It would have saved his parents from a hefty doctor bill and my father from his grief. After he returned from the hospital, the boy went crying to his parents, asking why I couldn't play and why I wanted to hurt him. Their excuse was that I was "fragile."
Fragile?
That's right. I'm fragile.
Like autumn.
Because that's when all the leaves die.
...The children, my peers, eventually became afraid of me as well. It was inevitable. Who wouldn't be afraid of the strange little boy whom their parents tell them to stay away from? It's not as if it was entirely the adults' fault... my cousins had seen enough of my temper in any case. They're all cowards.
I don't want anything to do with them anyway.
Alright, I'm going to get back on track.
On this particular day, while my father was occupied with my doctor, I was able to catch a glance of my files.
Patient: Sohma Akito
Parents/Guardians: Sohma Kenji, Sohma Hayasaki Marise (deceased)
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 7.18.83
Blood Type: AB
I blinked. AB blood... The universal receiver (1). That's lucky, I suppose.
My eyes traced towards the end of the paper where a comment was quickly thrown in on the side.
Life Expectancy: Early twenties?
I don't even think my expression changed when I read that. It wasn't anything new. I've been overhearing too many of the adult's conversations lately. Nothing much. I'll just excuse myself to the bathroom, throw up, and then add my name to the sticky note just under Yuu's.
Sohma Yuu: Age 9
Me: 20, 21, 22, 23 (?)
Oh. How silly of me; I forgot. Yuu only lasted until he was nine, not twelve. My mistake.
At least I was winning, ne?
The following day is really when the next part of my story starts. I woke up with the sun as I always did. I have never been a particularly heavy sleeper, the littlest things could cause me to jolt awake. So, I woke up early and somehow found the energy to lazily drag myself to the common room. As I sleepily lifted my head up to take a look around, I realized something completely unsettling.
I was alone.
The walls were empty; there wasn't any furniture. There wasn't anything. Nothing was here.
No one was here.
That's right. My father had abandoned me. I don't blame him. He must have gotten fed up with me or something, because I haven't seen him since. He must have realized what my mom and I had; that it was pointless to continue hoping for a better future, because there isn't ever going to be one.
I wonder what he's doing right now? I wonder if he's alive.
I wonder if he's in the middle of the road waiting for a truck to hit him.
I would have been quite content staying at home by myself. I didn't need anybody. But my so-called "concerned family" didn't like the idea of such a young and frail boy living all alone. So, it was decided to I was going to stay with a few of my family members until my father returned. They still had a faint idea in their twisted heads that he was coming back.
I knew more than that.
I didn't fall for things like that.
I knew he was gone forever and I can't blame him.
I was to stay with Sohma Kahori, Sohma Tatsuya, and their two children. Both cursed. I had heard a lot of them before.
"What unfortunate parents, giving birth to not only one, but two cursed children!"
"I wonder how Kahori could handle it, not being able to embrace either of them..."
"How horrible! I'd hate to be in their shoes. A rat and a snake you say...?"
Cute. That's cute. They're cursed to turn into animals whenever females hug them. How amusing. These are the people I'm dying for.
Damn it.
So, these "unfortunate" people decided to take me in. I wonder what was wrong with them. If they can't handle two juunishi, how could they handle me?
I don't know. They didn't do a very good job.
I remember when I heaved what little belongs I had to the house a few doors down. I was greeted before I had a chance to knock.
"Oh goodness, you didn't have to come here by yourself! I told you I was going to pick you up!" Kahori held the door open as she looked at me as if I had done something horribly dangerous, as if not listening put my very life at risk. She was immediately at my side, taking the suitcases away from me. "No wonder your posture is always so horrible."
I looked up at her, expressionless, although I was panting slightly, "I am fine, Aunt Kahori. My house is not very far." I was annoyed at her over concern for me, "It was not very hard for me to bring my belongings over here." I spoke every word clearly, to make it obvious: I don't like people hanging over me.
"Nonsense. You don't want to hurt yourself, do you?" She smiled at me; I cringed because I knew it was fake. "Follow me inside."
When I followed her into the house, I noticed a boy a few years younger than me, shyly peaking behind a door. Kahori placed my luggage down in a corner and then signaled to the small child.
"Yuki-kun...why don't you come out and say 'hello' to our new friend?"
Yuki? That sounds so familiar...
Yuki...?
...Yuu.
Yuki slowly stepped out from behind the door and looked at me curiously with his big violet eyes. He must have been five or so at the time.
The same age I awoke.
Kahori leaned over so she was at her son's height. "Do you know who this boy is, Yuki-kun?"
Yuki looked from his mother, and then to me. He took a small breath, as if everything rested on his answer "Aki-kun?" He looked to me for approval.
I turned away.
Disappointed, Yuki turned to his mother. 'Is that right?' his expression asked.
"That's correct, Yuki-kun. This boy is the family head." She smiled as she brought herself to full height again, patting him on the head.
Like a pet, not a child.
Kahori turned to me, brushing her silver blond hair behind her ear, "Do you have anything to say about yourself, Akito-kun?"
I visibly twitched. That was the name my mother called me. "Akito-kun" was reserved for her, and for her alone. It was insult for somebody who hardly knew me to use it.
I wondered if I would be strong enough to knock her to the ground.
...However, my thoughts were interrupted. My aunt had noticed the twitch and my sudden change in expression. "Is something the matter?"
I brought my glance up to hers and then I closed my eyes, forcing a smile. "I am fine, just a little bit cold."
Just wondering if I'm strong even to pull your arm out of the socket.
"Oh, alright." It was that easy; she didn't even question me. Adults are foolish like that. They refuse to believe that a child would possibly lie about their emotions. They always assume that if a child is in pain, they'd speak up. They think that all children are energetic and wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Foolish.
My heart is in my chest, where nobody would dare go.
A sticky-note with the name of a dead child was on my sleeve.
"I've got a some blankets in the bedrooms, I can get them--"
"No," I interrupted her, still smiling sweetly, "I can get them myself." I walked past Yuki, towards one of the bedrooms. As I passed him, I whispered something softly; so only he could hear.
"Don't call me 'Aki.'"
A shiver.
A step back.
I laughed to myself.
Poor soul.
I entered one of the bedrooms and retrieved a fairly large gray blanket, wrapping it around myself. It was really just a nuisance, but that woman wouldn't accept it if I didn't wear it. She'd fret and babble about how I could catch cold and what a danger it was to my health. I would prefer to avoid that.
As I re-entered the room, I noticed Kahori was buttoning up her jacket. She saw me come in and looked a bit relieved that I had actually found the blanket.
It would be shame if I froze to death, wouldn't it?
Kahori looked at Yuki and I, "Now, I'm going to have to go out for a bit. Ayame needs to be picked up from a social event and we're in desperate need for some more milk. I won't be more than an hour or so." She gingerly picked up her purse and headed towards the front door. "Yuki-kun, why don't you play with Akito-kun a bit? Show him around the house." And without another word she was gone.
How irresponsible. Leaving her small child and illness prone nephew alone in a house.
I sighed as I watched her leave. I could have lived alone if this was what I was going to deal with.
"Ano..." A small voice came just behind me.
I turned around, letting my gray-blue eyes meet his.
"What is it, Yuki?"
"Ano..." he glanced at me curiously, "Are you... are you the one who's going to die?"
Smack.
It was an innocent question, one that a young child repeats only after hearing his parents say it so many times. I don't even think he knew what death was at the time. It was innocent... but that didn't stop me.
I hit him again.
"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I grabbed hard onto his arm, letting my nails dig into his skin.
Feeling the warm blood around the tips of my fingers.
It was wonderful.
"You don't know anything! You're just a stupid rat! A STUPID RAT!" I was spurting out words as quick as I could, still clutching onto his arm.
Shrieking.
"It's your fault that this is happening to me! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I paused for a moment in order to catch my breath.
Panting.
"L-Let me go," Yuki's voice spoke weakly, in-between his falling tears, "It h-hurt's. Please let m-me go, Akito-san..."
Good. He didn't call me "Aki."
Wait.
Is he crying because of me? Is this because of me?
"I-It hurt's... stop it, please..."
He's pleading? Ha.
"A-Akito-san..."
It was the first time in my life I had felt superior to others. It was the first time I realized I'm not the weakest. I was not the one crying and gasping for air.
I am superior.
Roughly letting go of his arm, I cupped his face with my hand. A smirk came across my lips when I felt how much his breath quickened.
How much his face paled.
"I am the Sohma head," I muttered, "Know you're place."
Letting go of his cheek, I turned away, retreating to the darkness of my room.
It was then that I knew what I must do.
Even if I have to drill it into their skulls...
...Nobody will ever forget me.
And Yuki?
Yuki has the best privilege of all.
...Because he's "mine" now.
~End Chapter 3~
(1) Universal receiver is a blood type term. People with certain types of blood types can only receive certain types of blood if they were in an accident. People with AB blood can get any type of blood if they needed, hence the title. O is the universal doner because anybody could receive type o blood.
o_o And hence Akito's obsession with Yuki. ^_^0 I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Remember, if you read this please leave a review ^^; It makes me jump up and down every time I get one, it's all apprieciated XD Thank you! Next update should be in a week or so (Friday, 24th Oct)
Random Fruits Basket phrases for the update!:
"Boku wa Sohma no toushu da yo..." (I am the head of the Sohma's...(episode 13 flashback))
"Bzzt bzzt! Haru ni naru desu yo! Watashi wa haru ga ichiban suki desu!" (Bzzt bzzt! It turns into spring! I like spring the best! (Kana, episode 8))
Preview for next chapter:
Rumors of a fate worse than his own...