Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, but if I did, Yuki would soooo be mine
Chapter 1:
"Sick" Day
"God, please help," He whimpered softly.
A figure walked over, "You really think there's such thing as God?" Akito smirked, "He is truly a wonderful God, letting you get hurt like this. God doesn't apply to you, Yuki, I am God," He said.
Tears brimmed in Yuki's large violet eyes.
"Weak. That's what you are, you're weak! Stop crying right now!" Akito brought his hand over the pale cheek roughly.
Tears streaked down Yuki's face. They were illuminated to look like liquid crystal dripping down his face.
"I told you to stop crying!" Akito lifted the thirteen year old up by the front of his yukata.
Yuki nodded obediently and Akito dropped him to the floor. Yuki wiped his eyes with his sleeve and stayed sitting on the cool wooden floor.
There was a knock at the door.
Akito's furious eyes widened. He picked Yuki up again and threw him into the closet, shutting the door softly behind him so as not to be heard.
Yuki sat in the dark hollow. He couldn't see anything. He heard Akito's soft footsteps patting to the door. The door slid open.
"Have you seen Yuki? The school just called and said that he didn't come in," Yuki didn't recognize the voice immediately, but realized it to be Hatori.
"No, I haven't seen him all day," Akito said innocently enough.
"Yes, I'm sorry for disturbing you, Akito-san," I heard Hatori say. Then the door slammed.
He heard Akito walking loudly toward him. Yuki reached up and tried to find something to hide behind, though he knew that it would never work.
His hand hit something cool and slick. He wrapped his fingers around it and gasped audibly when blood dripped from his fingers.
The closet door slid open and Akito stood there with a smug look. "I see you've found my favorite toy," He said with an eerie emphasis on 'toy'.
Yuki scrambled out of the closet and backed into a corner.
Akito reached in the closet and pulled out the thing that had cut Yuki's hand. Yuki shivered and backed away more when he saw what it was. A whip. Not just any whip, it had small chunks of glass and metal embedded at the end so it could rip into the skin and tear chunks off with every hit.
Akito walked over to the rat and knelt down. He ran a long finger beneath the boy's chin. "What, are you scared, Yuki?" He asked softly, though his eyes were colder than ice.
Yuki nodded, still trembling.
"Good, you should be," He smiled a smile as cold as his eyes. Akito kicked Yuki swiftly in the ribs, "Move, I can't have you cowering in the corner," He said.
Yuki crawled to the middle of the room.
"So pathetic," Akito rolled his eyes and moved by Yuki. He lifted the 'toy' up and brought it sharply across Yuki's back.
Yuki screamed, blood seeped from the deep gash it caused. It burned red hot and he felt like throwing up. Instead, hot tear poured quickly from his eyes and landed on the floor he was crouched on.
He felt a burning liquid moving up his throat and he vomited right were his tears had fallen seconds before. Sputtering, Yuki made to sit more straight to wipe his eyes and mouth.
The pain was so severe; it burned to just shift slightly. Yuki pushed himself back slightly and sunk down to the floor. The cool wood felt good on his cheek, but tears still poured from his eyes and there was a disgusting taste in his mouth. He felt warm blood flooding from the wound and staining the yukata.
Weird place to leave off... at least I think so. Please R&R!