So Cold
By: Chaosticsoul
Genre: Angst
Paring: undecided. Still. Possible Akito/Hatori. Possibl;e Akito/OFC the maid.
Summary: "Who is sad? Everyone owes me their lives. They want me to go as soon as possible."
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. If I did Akito would stay a guy, Haru, Ayame and Ritsu would not even be considered straight and the ending would not have been cliché.
Warnings: Insanity, angst, mutilation, self mutilation, death, twisted relationships
Note: Amethyst Evangeline, thank you for your wonderful review. I'm gad you like it. And I rather like the idea of Akito having some sort of twisted relationship with one of his maids. It would be interesting.
And to yaoisux. My Akito is male and will ALWAYS be male. I'm sure there are other lovely female Akito fan fics out there. Go look at them. Because my Akito is male and it is very possible that he will end up having a relationship with Hatori. And thank you for pointing out that that would make it -gasp- gay. I had no idea two men screwing would be gay.
Also, as you might notice, I am planning on trying to update this every day if I get replies. The amount I get increases my motivation and keep me from posting nothing. Feel free to put in ideas.
Part: 1/?
The peace was only a temporary rest for him. Too soon the bird had flown off to hunt the god was left alone. Not that he was lonely. He would never admit to such a thing, show such a glaring weakness. Akito was a god. And gods were not weak. They did not get lonely. They were above all of that.
Walking into the room he saw someone bold had brought him a meal. How lucky he had been distracted with the bird, or else they may have come from the room a bit of a mess. Sitting down he ate the meal with regulated slowness, and sipped the tea. There was some Honey mixed in, most likely Hatori's orders. It infuriated Akito to no end how the doctor knew so well he was mortal. How well he knew the illness and pain in the teen's body. The curse that was slowly destroying the head of the Sohma family.
Finishing the meal he set it aside and then stood, walking to the window to look out upon the estate. His eyes scanned until he spotted someone walking the grounds. After a moment of thought he smirked darkly. He knew them. One of the servants, a new one. They looked so happy, an innocent smile on their face. Blonde hair and bright green eyes, he couldn't be over fourteen, probably younger.
"Boy" he called sharply, and the male looked up before walking towards Akito hesitantly, the joy replaced with nervous apprehension. He had been warned about the god.
"Come to my rooms. Now" Akito commanded in a soft silken tone, a smile on his lips. It was fake but Akito was a brilliant actor, able to fake anything, from pleasure to anger to love to sadness, whatever he needed at the time to manipulate the house.
Within moments the boy was there, timid. Like a sheep stepping into the lion's den. Sheep. His eyes narrowed as he thought of Hiro, the sheep of the zodiac. Growling he grabbed the boy before throwing him into the wall.
Letting out a cry of pain Akito smirked. He crept closer, circling the male as a hunter would it's prey. He would, most likely, stop short of killing the boy, but that was the only rule the god would obey. Other then that he could do anything to the youth trying to fight off his tears.
Black eyes narrowed and flickering with malevolence he reached forward, grabbing the boy's hair. When the boy struggled Akito growled, pushing him back so the boy would land on the used dishes, shattering them and crying out as some of the glass embedded in his skin. Tears he had fought so hard to contain slid down his tears, his entire body trembling in fear. Akito was a god. He couldn't escape.
"What's wrong?" Akito silked tauntingly, rolling the boy over so that he was on his stomach, the glass on his back now easily see. "Aww, poor thing. Are you injured?" He ran a finger over the back and the boy let out a soft mewl of pain, sniffling. "We'll soon fix it" Akito soothed before pulling out a few. The boy whimpered as they came out but relief was washing over him. It was over.
Picking out the largest and deepest of the Shards Akito ran a finger over it before looking at the boy. He had moved so his face could be seen. With the smile of an angel he slammed the glass into the boy's hand. Embedded in the skin it shattered and the youth screamed. Even after Akito removed his hand he continued to scream. Akito, growing tired of that, hit him across the mouth.
Crying out his screams faded to whimpers and Akito smirked, pushing him to lay on his back and the glass once more. "Ah, such a pretty little thing. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine" he purred. Grabbing the boy's hair he then slammed his head down hard on the floor, letting the boy slip into the blissful realm of the unconscious.
Standing Akito whipped his slightly bloodied hands on the boy's face and then walked to the door. Pushing it open he flagged down a maid. "Get rid of the trash in my room" he stated coldly and then headed back within his chambers to take a relaxing hot bath.