Genres: Drama/Romance/Depression
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this (yes, it's as simple as that)! Plus the story contains elements concerning prostitution. Also I don't recommend reading this if you don't like depressing stories (although, if you've read this far, I'm guessing you do.)
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
Rating: PG 13, might go up to R (but I doubt it, well, who knows)
A/N: I'm actually updating again! Wow! I think I'm getting my writing rhythm back...good. I'd like to apologize to anyone who's been frustrated 'cause it's been taking so long to update. There probably won't be more than three or four chapters after this one, so I hope you enjoy it.
Black Boudoir
Chapter Sixteen
Shigure and Kyo broke apart. During the kiss, breathing had seemed like something from another world and completely unimaginable, but now they were drawing breath steadily. Shigure was still quite amazed at what had happened. Kyo seemed like he was in a daze.
This kiss had had nothing in common with the ones they gave their clients; this had been spine tingling and had sent waves of feeling through their veins that concentrated in their fingertips.
Said fingers probed and stroked, explored and teased skin and hair alike. The moment had been dedicated to the two burning bodies and now the time for thinking came back. Shigure was first to break the silence:
"It looks like we are both going to be able to stop working here now that Akito's gone."
"Hai."
Kyo smiled broadly and Shigure could see the boy's former self, shining through. He smiled in return. The red head stood up, touched Shigure's chin and left the room.
* * *
Tohru sat in her room. She had changed her clothes and was wearing the black dress she usually wore when she visited her mother. She had just become and orphan for the third time in her life and her grief was beyond tears.
Even though Akito had never exactly been kind to her, they had developed a special bond and eventually, Akito had become a surrogate father. Now she had lost him, as she had always known she would and she felt empty. She heard a knock on her door and knew from the sound that it was Yuki. She opened the door and he came in. He looked better than usual, his skin was less pale and his eyes were more alive than they had been before. She noticed that he still smelled of fresh air from the outing.
"I'm sorry." She said.
He simply leaned in and placed his head on her shoulder, causing her to blush. She placed a hand on his back and rubbed up and down in rhythm with his breathing.
"Tomorrow, will you come with me?" he asked.
"Where?" she looked confused.
"After the funeral Hatori will drive you and I to the place where he died and I am to scatter the ashes there."
"Of course I'll come." She said. And after a while "You did grow to love him, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I loved him when he died."
Tohru lifted his chin up and looked him in the eyes.
"Close your eyes." She said.
In Yuki's mind, brown hair became black and blue eyes darkened to almost black.
Tohru moved forward and placed a kiss on Yuki's lips and at the same time Yuki saw Akito doing so. He renewed the kiss. Tohru felt like Akito, her lips tasted like his. He wanted to hold on to the illusion, their kiss turned passionate with despair and he grabbed after the fading Akito only to notice his own transformation as he opened his eyes.
For a moment, Tohru had been Akito and Yuki had had a second chance to tell him that he had grown to love him.
Tohru blinked and went over to the nezumi, she picked him up and laid him on her bed and folded his clothes.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
Yuki lay there and didn't move. What had Tohru just done? He had always known that she possessed magic, but not this kind. Was she a medium? Or had it been Akito's doing? Did he have any skills now?
Yuki felt empty, he couldn't bare it. Akito was still on his lips and he longed to touch him again, to be with him. 'I'm going crazy.'
Then he remembered. A while ago, he had figured it out: he would die when Akito died. The realisation made him smile. He felt serene. He knew what he had to do now. Slowly, he got up, dressed and left the room.
* * *
The Sohmas all sat in the White Lily's bar. They had of course all heard the news and some were crying gently, while others were just extremely pale.
Yuki and Tohru came in and everyone looked up. Tohru spoke:
"We . . . we have all suffered a loss, but if we are going to move on, we must make decisions."
Hatori nodded and spoke:
"In his last will, Akito stated that once he had left us, until a new clan head was born, Tohru Sohma-Honda would be the new head of the Sohma family."
Every one looked at each other and most started whispering. Tohru was beetroot read, but there was a look of determination on her face that had never been there before. Stuttering, she began:
"I . . .I promise that I w . . . will do my best to care for your well being."
* * *
The next day, Yuki and Torhu were standing in the river with the box that contained Akito's fresh ashes.
Yuki opened the box and dropped the fine greyish black powder into the current. He turned to Tohru, except that she was Akito again. He could see the faint lines of Akito's body transparent over Tohru's own features and when she spoke, her was his and hers together.
"Yuki, are you ready?" The ghost asked.
"Yes, I am."
Akito took a ghostly dagger out of his robes and beckoned to Yuki. He moved forward willingly into the embrace and the translucent metal entered into his ribcage. He coughed and pressed his lips to his lover's, tears of pain and joy pouring from under his closed lashed. The last of his body warmth was flowing away with the current and so was the blood pouring from his wound. Akito closed his eyes and vanished at the same moment as Yuki's life expired.
Tohru pulled her mouth from Yuki's and spat out the blood that filled it. Yuki's blood. She clutched his body tightly and wept. She had known what would happen. Ever since the kiss, Akito had visited her telling her what to do and what would happen today, at this exact spot. She felt the blood soak her black clothes, but when she looked, she found that it came from his mouth and not from his wound.
She searched for it and didn't find the slightest trace of a cut where she and her father had pushed the knife between Yuki's ribs.
She tried to pull Yuki up, but he was too heavy and she called for Hatori. The doctor came running and when he saw Yuki's body, sighed.
Akito too, had visited him in a dream. Even in death, Akito still controlled their lives, but the former clan head had promised that once Yuki was gone, he would leave them in peace.
He helped Tohru haul Yuki up the bank and to the car. They didn't exchange words. This was the end of this bizarre tragedy and they both knew it.
End of chapter sixteen.
Whoops! No idea how the supernatural part worked itself in there... Is this too weird? Please tell me what you think. Hugs - Isa
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this (yes, it's as simple as that)! Plus the story contains elements concerning prostitution. Also I don't recommend reading this if you don't like depressing stories (although, if you've read this far, I'm guessing you do.)
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
Rating: PG 13, might go up to R (but I doubt it, well, who knows)
A/N: I'm actually updating again! Wow! I think I'm getting my writing rhythm back...good. I'd like to apologize to anyone who's been frustrated 'cause it's been taking so long to update. There probably won't be more than three or four chapters after this one, so I hope you enjoy it.
Black Boudoir
Chapter Sixteen
Shigure and Kyo broke apart. During the kiss, breathing had seemed like something from another world and completely unimaginable, but now they were drawing breath steadily. Shigure was still quite amazed at what had happened. Kyo seemed like he was in a daze.
This kiss had had nothing in common with the ones they gave their clients; this had been spine tingling and had sent waves of feeling through their veins that concentrated in their fingertips.
Said fingers probed and stroked, explored and teased skin and hair alike. The moment had been dedicated to the two burning bodies and now the time for thinking came back. Shigure was first to break the silence:
"It looks like we are both going to be able to stop working here now that Akito's gone."
"Hai."
Kyo smiled broadly and Shigure could see the boy's former self, shining through. He smiled in return. The red head stood up, touched Shigure's chin and left the room.
* * *
Tohru sat in her room. She had changed her clothes and was wearing the black dress she usually wore when she visited her mother. She had just become and orphan for the third time in her life and her grief was beyond tears.
Even though Akito had never exactly been kind to her, they had developed a special bond and eventually, Akito had become a surrogate father. Now she had lost him, as she had always known she would and she felt empty. She heard a knock on her door and knew from the sound that it was Yuki. She opened the door and he came in. He looked better than usual, his skin was less pale and his eyes were more alive than they had been before. She noticed that he still smelled of fresh air from the outing.
"I'm sorry." She said.
He simply leaned in and placed his head on her shoulder, causing her to blush. She placed a hand on his back and rubbed up and down in rhythm with his breathing.
"Tomorrow, will you come with me?" he asked.
"Where?" she looked confused.
"After the funeral Hatori will drive you and I to the place where he died and I am to scatter the ashes there."
"Of course I'll come." She said. And after a while "You did grow to love him, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I loved him when he died."
Tohru lifted his chin up and looked him in the eyes.
"Close your eyes." She said.
In Yuki's mind, brown hair became black and blue eyes darkened to almost black.
Tohru moved forward and placed a kiss on Yuki's lips and at the same time Yuki saw Akito doing so. He renewed the kiss. Tohru felt like Akito, her lips tasted like his. He wanted to hold on to the illusion, their kiss turned passionate with despair and he grabbed after the fading Akito only to notice his own transformation as he opened his eyes.
For a moment, Tohru had been Akito and Yuki had had a second chance to tell him that he had grown to love him.
Tohru blinked and went over to the nezumi, she picked him up and laid him on her bed and folded his clothes.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
Yuki lay there and didn't move. What had Tohru just done? He had always known that she possessed magic, but not this kind. Was she a medium? Or had it been Akito's doing? Did he have any skills now?
Yuki felt empty, he couldn't bare it. Akito was still on his lips and he longed to touch him again, to be with him. 'I'm going crazy.'
Then he remembered. A while ago, he had figured it out: he would die when Akito died. The realisation made him smile. He felt serene. He knew what he had to do now. Slowly, he got up, dressed and left the room.
* * *
The Sohmas all sat in the White Lily's bar. They had of course all heard the news and some were crying gently, while others were just extremely pale.
Yuki and Tohru came in and everyone looked up. Tohru spoke:
"We . . . we have all suffered a loss, but if we are going to move on, we must make decisions."
Hatori nodded and spoke:
"In his last will, Akito stated that once he had left us, until a new clan head was born, Tohru Sohma-Honda would be the new head of the Sohma family."
Every one looked at each other and most started whispering. Tohru was beetroot read, but there was a look of determination on her face that had never been there before. Stuttering, she began:
"I . . .I promise that I w . . . will do my best to care for your well being."
* * *
The next day, Yuki and Torhu were standing in the river with the box that contained Akito's fresh ashes.
Yuki opened the box and dropped the fine greyish black powder into the current. He turned to Tohru, except that she was Akito again. He could see the faint lines of Akito's body transparent over Tohru's own features and when she spoke, her was his and hers together.
"Yuki, are you ready?" The ghost asked.
"Yes, I am."
Akito took a ghostly dagger out of his robes and beckoned to Yuki. He moved forward willingly into the embrace and the translucent metal entered into his ribcage. He coughed and pressed his lips to his lover's, tears of pain and joy pouring from under his closed lashed. The last of his body warmth was flowing away with the current and so was the blood pouring from his wound. Akito closed his eyes and vanished at the same moment as Yuki's life expired.
Tohru pulled her mouth from Yuki's and spat out the blood that filled it. Yuki's blood. She clutched his body tightly and wept. She had known what would happen. Ever since the kiss, Akito had visited her telling her what to do and what would happen today, at this exact spot. She felt the blood soak her black clothes, but when she looked, she found that it came from his mouth and not from his wound.
She searched for it and didn't find the slightest trace of a cut where she and her father had pushed the knife between Yuki's ribs.
She tried to pull Yuki up, but he was too heavy and she called for Hatori. The doctor came running and when he saw Yuki's body, sighed.
Akito too, had visited him in a dream. Even in death, Akito still controlled their lives, but the former clan head had promised that once Yuki was gone, he would leave them in peace.
He helped Tohru haul Yuki up the bank and to the car. They didn't exchange words. This was the end of this bizarre tragedy and they both knew it.
End of chapter sixteen.
Whoops! No idea how the supernatural part worked itself in there... Is this too weird? Please tell me what you think. Hugs - Isa