An: this fanfic is best listened to is the song by Madanna "Frozen"

thanks to all the reviewers

Sm-candy- oh god please don't kill me for this being so latebows 100 times overI am so sorry, I am really slow I know Gomen! GOMEN!

alright now that is out in the open, I love your reviews I truly do they keep me going on this story, though I hate to admit it but… my worse fears are true… Akito is a woman but in this he is 100 guy I won't have him being a woman…… I WON"T HAVE IT! there that said, Akito has a 'thingie' no boobies, and can make babies when he goes and sleeps with women.

onto the story

Frozen

Tohru laid in the comforts of the futon, until she came to the realization that it did not belong to her. Brown eyes flutter open and stared at the familiar yet strange room. They shifted towards the door, which was promptly locked. Questions surged her mind and reasonable answers for them. She paused, when reality came and crashed down on her fragile form.

Was she trapped here like everyone who became close to the family? Was this her future, as this thought crossed her mind she shifted some? Things did not make sense within her mind, nor did Akito's actions.

She sighed to herself, and began to sit up within the futon. She just had to wait, wait until someone… Most likely Akito, her mind reasoned. To come, and answer her questions at this point in time her heart ached not to see him.

'Mother….' her mind whispered quietly, in the darkest parts of her own heart she knew the path ahead of her. Slowly she stood; her limbs numbly followed her orders. There was only one thing left to do. For the first time in her life, she must stand up for herself.

Tohru's body stiffened and then straighten, her mother's blood pumped through her veins. She was the daughter of a well known and feared yankee, a woman of strong will, power, and grace. Once her mother told Tohru that she reminded her of Tohru's dearly departed father. Kind, gentle, and she had a way to mend the broken heart, and soften it without even trying. That was the side her mother loved and nurtured, not the sleeping reincarnation of the Red Butterfly.(1)

Tohru within her short years of life had face more evils of a corrupt world, then that of mob bosses. However, her goodness of heart nature, the light within her, and the pureness of soul took in the ugliness known and transformed it. 'No matter what' she once promised herself, 'I will never turn my back on anyone.'

To this day she had kept her word, a vow to help all that came in her path no matter how they be. This vow was what leads her here, within the clutches of Akito a man known as god to the Shouma. Did she fear this man?

Yes, down to the very core of her soul.

Tohru calmly patted down her clothing, and then straighten her hair. She could no longer run, she refused to hide, but most of all something with in her cries out for this clash. Something dark that lurked within her very soul; it urged her to forget child-hood innocence, to be more out going, and most of all fear only the deeds of man but not the man himself. (2)

Slowly she walked towards the door of her room, then slid it open. The cool night air blew in, and took over the room. Her eyes glanced towards the night sky, the stars seem not to shine with their normal brightness, it almost held a foreshadowing effect.

"mother…." She held her hand close to her heart and compressed the loose material. "Please where ever you are watching over me…..for the acts I am about to do…. may cost me everything." Tohru finished her silent pray, as the door behind her opened.

There stood the man who caused her and her friends so much pain. Behind her in his male's kimono, and that smirk spread a crossed his face.

"So you have awoken."

"Yes I have." The woman's voice was no longer meek and shy, but in fact it was the opposite. Strong, bold, and something else one could not place.

Tohru's back faced the man at the door, with smooth grace she turned on her heel. She would no longer fear; she would stand up to a god.

"Akito, I must insist you let me go, I am not one of your family to be pushed about as you see fit." Those soft loving eyes seem to have hardened within these few moments. Her own voice lacked the sweetness that dripped from it each time a word would roll off her tongue. Her mother's blood had awakened, and it surged through Tohru's body with unbelievable power.

"I see why not, it seems you belong to this family." Akito hissed under his breath and walked towards his captive bird. He would lock her, this new…spirit he found with in her both frighten him and intrigued him. Like Yuki however, he would break her spirit and program her only to follow his orders and fear him. Yes, or he will crush her within his palms and kill his most precious pet.

"don't come any closer, I came here to soften your heart Akito-sama" The honorific returned to his name once more. "But I will not allow myself to be ill treated…. Akito despite what you may believe…" She knew what she was about to say was true, however her naive self dared not to believe such a thing. "I do not love you, nor will I ever my heart….. Belongs to someone else." The coldness with in her faded, as did the wild call of her mother's blood, and all that was to be found; was a young woman torn between two worlds.

"that does not matter." He was soon upon his prey, and in his hand held her feminine chin within his hand. His thumb pressed gently upon her lip as to part them slightly. "All that matters is that you are mine and mine alone, something no other can take or have."

Tohru's eyes shifted upwards to meet the dark ones of her captor. "I will never be yours Akito, don't you see…. don't you remember what I tried to teach you?" She tried to reason with him, "Something will never truly be yours, without their consent. That consent is their love Akito." Tohru held a wince has Akito's spare hand coiled itself around her waist and pushed her into him.

"But haven't you realized… Love is an illusion."

(1) This reference comes from another Tohru centered fic I read, can't remember the name of it.

(2) Fear not the man but the deeds he does. In short, don't fear the terrorist but fear the bomb behind him or, don't be scared of the robber, just his gun. Man is just flesh and bone, there is nothing to be scared of, but the object he holds gives him power thus having to fear him.

short I know don't kill me its 3:24 am and now I am going to bed.

When is the next chapter?

Who knows?

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