Purple Skies
by Akira
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket
Chapter 4: A Nighttime Wander
Midnight. Machiko wandered through the quazi darkness of the suburban streets. She hated the half-lit night sky. It was disgusting. The nighttime should be pitch black. Machiko soon found herself outside the gates leading to the main house of the Soumas. She had visited these fateful grounds frequently for as long as she could remember. Standing behind a cherry tree, she tapped the wood and felt herself slowly melt into the form of a butterfly. Once her transformation was complete she flew into Akito's room through his ever open window. (Left open for birds) Gently touching the tip of her wing on Akito's lips she hovered for several minutes. She then flew out. Behind the cherry tree again. Transforming again.
Normally this would be when she left but she decided to linger. Last time she had lingered Akito had woken up. That was long ago. Before. Machiko rubbed her shoulder blades and flew up to the roof. Once comfortably seated there she let her mind drift. 'Yuki. He was beautiful. And the way he looked at me--' In her mind's eye she could see Yuki's smiling face and bright eyes. Suddenly his face thinned and his hair turned black and his image was replaced with Akito's. Machiko gasped upon realizing that her dream had turned into reality. 'Stupid stupid me!' she scolded herself. 'You should've known better!'
"Machiko," stated Akito. "What are you doing here."
Machiko felt like she was falling. That baka still had so much power over her. She lovingly touched his black hair. Akito it seemed also still had some weakness in him. He touched her hand. He was warm. Akito knelt before her and laid his head in her lap as they used to long ago. Before. She curled over and touched her head to his. Thay stayed this way, placid as statues, for several minutes though it seemed like eternity to the rare couple. Then the wind started to blow shaking up this placid scene. The two both thought the wind was going to blow away the other and they held hands. Slowly Akito leaned forward and in the blowing wind the two of them sat there, on the roof, holding hands and kissing.
The wind stopped blowing. Suddenly there was a hanging sensation in the air. The two cursed people broke away from each other. Suddenly there was a fire in their eyes. Akito's eyes burnt and menacing black and Machiko's turned a horrific red. Akito moved a hand viciously to her throat but Machiko blocked him with one arm and with the other grabbed his collar and threw him off the roof. As he fell his eyes remained narrow and kept the black fire. Time seemed to slow. Machiko had fullfilled the first part of her destiny. She heard a thud, flittered from the roof to the spot where Akito lay. She checked his pulse and realizing he was dead she walked off.
by Akira
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket
Chapter 4: A Nighttime Wander
Midnight. Machiko wandered through the quazi darkness of the suburban streets. She hated the half-lit night sky. It was disgusting. The nighttime should be pitch black. Machiko soon found herself outside the gates leading to the main house of the Soumas. She had visited these fateful grounds frequently for as long as she could remember. Standing behind a cherry tree, she tapped the wood and felt herself slowly melt into the form of a butterfly. Once her transformation was complete she flew into Akito's room through his ever open window. (Left open for birds) Gently touching the tip of her wing on Akito's lips she hovered for several minutes. She then flew out. Behind the cherry tree again. Transforming again.
Normally this would be when she left but she decided to linger. Last time she had lingered Akito had woken up. That was long ago. Before. Machiko rubbed her shoulder blades and flew up to the roof. Once comfortably seated there she let her mind drift. 'Yuki. He was beautiful. And the way he looked at me--' In her mind's eye she could see Yuki's smiling face and bright eyes. Suddenly his face thinned and his hair turned black and his image was replaced with Akito's. Machiko gasped upon realizing that her dream had turned into reality. 'Stupid stupid me!' she scolded herself. 'You should've known better!'
"Machiko," stated Akito. "What are you doing here."
Machiko felt like she was falling. That baka still had so much power over her. She lovingly touched his black hair. Akito it seemed also still had some weakness in him. He touched her hand. He was warm. Akito knelt before her and laid his head in her lap as they used to long ago. Before. She curled over and touched her head to his. Thay stayed this way, placid as statues, for several minutes though it seemed like eternity to the rare couple. Then the wind started to blow shaking up this placid scene. The two both thought the wind was going to blow away the other and they held hands. Slowly Akito leaned forward and in the blowing wind the two of them sat there, on the roof, holding hands and kissing.
The wind stopped blowing. Suddenly there was a hanging sensation in the air. The two cursed people broke away from each other. Suddenly there was a fire in their eyes. Akito's eyes burnt and menacing black and Machiko's turned a horrific red. Akito moved a hand viciously to her throat but Machiko blocked him with one arm and with the other grabbed his collar and threw him off the roof. As he fell his eyes remained narrow and kept the black fire. Time seemed to slow. Machiko had fullfilled the first part of her destiny. She heard a thud, flittered from the roof to the spot where Akito lay. She checked his pulse and realizing he was dead she walked off.