GTA – Great Teacher Ayame

By AnimeNutsy

Disclaimers: I do not own anyone from Fruits Baskets. They all belong to Natsuki Takaya. Except Harumi, and Yumi. Those are made-up characters.

Warnings: Shounen Ai, Mild Language, Slight Violence

Rating: M

Part 8 – Memories Erased

Main Sohma Household

Hanajima kicked and zapped the men who dragged her into the Japanese mansion. They threw her roughly to the floor of a room, which looked like an old shrine. "Who are you? Ransom won't do you any good, I'm not rich." Hana told the thugs, who just stared at her, and left.

"What is this? Leaving so soon? Come back here, so I can zap you some more!" She shouted out, her patience wearing thin. "Poor, little dove, and she's all alone…" An eerie voice interrupted.

"Who's there? Come out!" Hana shouted, her hair starting to spark with electric energy. A young man in a red robe walked out, and smirked at her. "And I am the bad wolf, who--" The young man was cut off, as electric waves slammed into him, nearly frying the robes off of him.

"I'm sure that was pretty painful. I can show myself out." Hanajima narrowed her eyes, and made to walk out the door. The man, furious, screamed through a walkie talkie, "Get in here, you fools!"

The thugs, who brought her there, ran into the room, with guns on the ready. Hana's eyes widened. "Hatori!" Akito screamed out. The door opened, and Hatori walked in. When he saw Hanajima standing there, he whirled to face Akito.

"No…Akito-Sama! You can't!" Hatori pleaded. Akito stormed over to where Hatori stood, quivering. He grabbed a hold of Hatori's ebony locks, and yanked, causing Hatori to wince in pain.

"Never tell me what I can and cannot do! You will erase that girls ridiculous memories! Right now, is that understood?" Akito snarled, and tightened his grip on Hatori's hair.

"Hatori-san? What's going on?" Hanajima asked, as the hired muscle grabbed her, restraining her from movement. Hatori stared at her, in desperation, only to feel Akito's cold fingers grabbing his jaw, and forcing him to look into those cold, dark eyes.

"Hatori, you're displeasing to me right now. Kana's wedding is coming up." Akito spoke softly, leering as he saw the shock register in Hatori's face. "It would be so sad if she were to have an accident on the way to the wedding. What if she should suddenly find that her car brakes are cut?" Akito gasped in mock-horror. "No…please…" Hatori whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "Erase the girl's memories…Or I'll see to it that your precious Kana dies a truly painful death." Akito whispered in Hatori's ear.

Hatori flinched, as he felt a wet tongue lick away the tear that slid halfway down his cheek. "So, you'll do this for me, yes?" Akito asked. The tongue disappeared. "Y..Yes." Hatori hung his head, shaking. Akito removed his hand from Hatori's hair, and smoothed the ruffled hair back. "You should brush that hair of yours. After you deal with the girl." Akito pointed to where Hanajima had been forced to sit.

Sighing, Hatori walked over to Hanajima. "Hatori-san? Will you erase my memories of Haru?" Hana asked, calmly. "Yes. I must." Hatori replied, and went to place a hand over her eyes.

"Will it hurt?" Hana asked. "N-No…It won't hurt." Hatori replied, tears choking his voice. There was a bright flash of light, and Hanajima fell to the floor, motionless.

Meanwhile, Ayame was…

Ayame pulled up at the Sohma main house, and jumped out of the car, and ran inside the ancient looking building. He ran to where they could only be, and opened the door.

He gasped. Hatori was there, along with Akito and Hanajima, who was unconscious on the floor, the thugs having cleared out. Hatori stared at Ayame. "Ayame…I…" Hatori spoke, softly.

"I think I'll leave you two alone for a moment." Akito chuckled, and left the room. "You did it. Didn't you? You erased her memories." Ayame spoke, matter-of-factly. "I had to! I had no choice!" Hatori replied, staring at the floor. Ayame stormed over to him, and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"Everyone has a choice." Ayame reminded Hatori. "Well, I didn't!" Hatori shouted out. "Why not? Because Akito has you under his thumb, that's why!" Ayame shouted back.

He didn't stop there. "I love you, Hatori! With all of my heart! But…But you make me so mad sometimes! It's like…you enjoy him slapping you around! I really want to understand you, and--" Ayame was cut off, as Hatori screamed out, "No one can understand me!"

Ayame clutched Hatori by the shoulders. "I do understand you, Haa-san. Your pain is my pain. Your joy is my joy. I really do understand you…more than you know." Ayame whispered, his voice shaking a little.

It was then that Hatori broke down. He crushed Ayame to him, and he sobbed into Ayame's chest. "I'm so…so sorry. He said that…he'd kill Kana." Hatori said, hiccuping.

Hearing this, Ayame's eyes narrowed. "He's been blackmailing you?" Ayame asked. "Yes…He wanted me to bring you back, and he said he'd hurt her, if I didn't comply with his orders." Hatori told Ayame, and he stepped back a little.

"I, uh…seemed to have wet your shirt with my tears. Sorry." Hatori apologized, wiping away his tears. "That's okay, I'll just make another one." Ayame replied, with a soft smile. "I should make you one, too. One with little pink frills on the--" Ayame was cut off, by Hatori's glare.

"I have a needle with your name on it, Aya." Hatori told the snake. "Oooh, rough trade!" Ayame giggled, and made for the doorway. "I'm going to have a little talk with our darling lord Akito. You stay with Hana-chan." Ayame told Hatori, as he disappeared out of the doorway.

Akito's Bedroom

Akito lay on his stomach, watching his little bird flit from the branches of the Bonzai tree, which was the bird's home. This bird was his only real friend. The rest of the Sohma family, they were all garbage. Heck, the whole of humanity was garbage.

"Hmm…does that mean that I, too, am garbage?" Akito spoke, to the bird, who looked at him, then went back to its business. Just then, a knock on the door caused him to abandon his melancholy thoughts.

"Who is it?" He asked, his voice sounding annoyed. The door opened, and Ayame stepped into the gloomy darkness. The only light available, was the light of the sun, which was slowly starting to set.

Ayame closed the door behind him, and walked over to where Akito lay sprawled. "We need to talk. Now." Ayame said, speaking in a commanding tone of voice that Ayame didn't realize he had – until now.

Akito got quickly to his feet, his face flushed with anger. "How dare you speak to me in that manner! I am lord and master of this house! I should have you whipped!" Akito snarled.

With a dark glare, Ayame had Akito by the front of his robes, and he pulled the younger man close, so they looked at each other, eye-to-eye. "Excuse me? Par-don? Did you speak?" Ayame hissed, and tightened his hold on the front of Akito's robes, causing Akito no little amount of discomfort.

"L…Let go!" Akito coughed out, finding it hard to get his breath, as Ayame's grip tightened. "I am not as easily scared off as my brother! So watch yourself, you impudent little brat!" Ayame scowled, and released his hold of Akito, smirking as Akito fell to the floor, and shuffled backwards, away from the snake.

Akito felt something clutch at his heart. Something that he never thought he would feel. Something that he never thought he could feel.

Akito felt fear. As Akito stared up at the snake, as he stared into Ayame's now-cold eyes, he was scared. He realized that no amount of bullying would make Ayame back down. All of Akito's scare techniques…all of his Gestapo tactics…they were useless against this man.

"Wha…what do you want?" Akito asked, his voice trembling. "Akito…all I want is for you to stop. Stop messing with my brother, stop tormenting Hatori…and for god's sake, find yourself a girlfriend!" Ayame added, and Akito went beet red.

"A girlfriend? Wha..what?" Akito stammered. "A girlfriend, or boyfriend…a blow up doll, maybe?" Ayame added, and fought not to laugh as steam came from Akito's ears.

"Ayame Sohma…you tread on thin ice. Now, what do you want?" Akito shouted out, still blushing over the ludicrous remark about the blow up doll. "Just to leave me in peace. I will come back here when the school year is finished. But not before." Ayame told the younger man.

"Hn. I thought it was folly for you to put yourself in a teaching position." Akito said, having calmed down. "I can't imagine what your employers must think of that clothing store of yours." Akito mumbled, and straightened his robes.

"I, uh…didn't tell them." Ayame admitted. "Well, whatever. I've decided to let you remain teaching, as long as you don't pervert your students. So I guess I'll see you in a year. Now, get lost." Akito spoke, dismissing the snake.

"Oh, thank you!" Ayame giggled, and hugged Akito, who screamed out, and told the bird to show out his 'guest'. Smiling, Ayame let go of Akito, and walked out of the room.

"Crazy snake." Akito grumbled, staring up, as the bird flew above his head. He was too late to dodge the bird poo that landed on his hair. 'Effing Bird'. Akito thought, and glared at the little bird.

On his tree, the little bird stared at his master and laughed. "And that's for not giving me fresh food, your stingy-ness." Said the bird, and went back to his business, once more.

To Be Continued

A/N: Bwahahahahahahahaha! Can't you just imagine Akitowith a blow up doll? Actually, that might make for some good fanfiction material! Excuse me while I laugh my ass off, but……. HA HA HA HA HA HA! XD