DISCLAIMER: I claim no ownership of Fruits Basket.
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Mythology
Part One: Preparations of a Broken God
Three: Truths
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Akito always told Tohru the truth.
He'd told her it was for the good of the Jyuunishi ("It's the only thing you can do for them, Tohru-san.").
He'd told her that she would still get to see her friends, certainly ("You will see them only when I say so.").
He'd told her it wouldn't be for long, not really ("You will be mine until the day I die, do you hear me?").
And so she'd done it.
She sat beside him, her head bowed, and announced their intentions to the family ("I – I… Akito-san and I are…").
There had been silence.
God, that felt so good. Their shock. Their internal struggles. It was just fodder for that blazing fire within Akito. They were afraid of him and afraid for her.
He just loved that fear.
But especially because he'd told her that this would happen ("They will hate you for this, Tohru-san. They will hate you so much they won't be able to speak.").
"Well, aren't you going to congratulate us?"
And then they were forced out of their trances. Smiles were pasted on and the artificial good will was distributed.
And it was strangely satisfying.
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Author's Space
The next chapter will be longer. I swear. Really! Okay, so, it's not. But it's Hatori-centric! Really! No, I'm serious.
Now. Don't get me wrong. I am utterly in love with Akito, spoilers or not. But c'mon. He's a god, not a saint.
Next chapter: Four: Porcelain.
Please review, or critique, or flame, or something.
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Many, many thanks to the following reviewers: flute4ever330, Tohruismyoneechan (cool name!)and Niana Kuonji (sorry 'bout that--the longer chapters are usually in OUaR, ne?).