So Cold
By: chaosticsoul
Genre: Angst
Paring: undecided. Still. Possible Akito/Hatori, Akito/Momiji, Akito/Kyo. Possible 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.
Warnings: Insanity, angst, mutilation, self mutilation, death, twisted relationships
Part: 3/?
Blood followed him out of the room. His feet and arms were bleeding and he looked worse then when he had gone into the bath. In fact it looked like he had been attacked by someone and viciously wounded. Which was perfectly fine by him. People could assume whatever the hell they wanted. Of course, if he found out what they were saying, then that would be a different matter. All of the maids, servants and zodiac members doubtlessly had their ideas about him, their assumptions and 'truths.' However, they all knew if the god ever heard them talking about it they would be the ones bleeding all over the floor.
Sitting on the bed he waited. When the water was turned off from his shower a maid usually checked on him about a half hour later. And today's lucky maid would be removing shards of glass from his body.
And he needn't wait long.
Cecile was a pretty thing, red hair and violet eyes. She had been lucky to get employed here after her mother died and worked hard to please her god in hopes of keeping his violent rage from her. However, like all who worked there her pale skin was tainted with bruises and cuts from the male's violent behavior. Such a timid thing, it was only by the other maids forcing her she dared approach the room. Hands bandaged from burns the previous day she was terrified what may lay behind the door.
Tentatively pushing it open she looked at the god and then bowed. "S-Sohma-sama . . . " she stated before a cold glare froze her.
Akito remembered her. The day before he had been served his tea by her. When the taste had been lacking the god had taken much pleasure in burning her hand until she began to cry and then, as punishment for being such a pathetic whiny thing, he had poured the near boiling water over the hand, scalding it badly.
"Aren't you lucky? Remove the glass from my feet and hands. If you hurry then I might not need to punish you."
She quickly moved in front of him and began removing the shards carefully. Luckily most were large and came out with little problems. Akito smirked, holding his hand over her head so his blood would drip onto her crimson strands, tainting the sweet appearance.
He so loved to taint things.
As soon as she was done with his feet he kicked her and then sneered coldly. "Such a lazy little whore. You take your time while your god suffers . . . " Though he would have loved to beat her his hands still had glass in them. "Before you lazy your way though fixing my hands clean my feet." As she moved to stand he kicked her again until she was looking up at him with fear in her violet orbs.
"If you move away from me again without permission I'll make sure you can't walk" he hissed and she fought back a whimper, hands terrified. Searching for something to clean it with she didn't know what to do. His inpatients was overbearing. When the foot was pushed against her face she seemed to realize how he wanted her to clean him.
Hesitating she leaned forward before beginning to lick the blood from his feet, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks, making pale lines in the blood drying on her cheeks. Terrified, shamed and trembling she continued to clean his feel like this, knowing if she stopped or refused she would be punished horribly. The coppery taste and smell was making her nauseated but she dare not say it.
Finally, finally she was done. Pulling back she looked at the god fearfully, scared to death what he might do with her now. Expecting a beating relief washed over her as he put his hand before her. As fast as she could she removed the shards, not minding when her fingers began to bleed from the sharpness of the glass.
As she took out the last one and dropped it in the pile with a soft clink a relieved sigh passed her lips. Surely, surely it was over now.
Akito could feel her relief and smirked. Over? Hardly. Cleaning his hand in her hair he then backhanded her, laughing coldly as she fell to the side at the force of the blow, arm slamming into the glass. A cry of pain and fear had emerged but another hit silenced it quickly. "Shut up little whore" he purred. "You're not yet done with your duty."
-TBC-
To Amethyst Evangeline: I'm panning for all the servents to be scared of Akito. And I'll try to add more details. Hopefully I'll get to finish the story, I love how your writing it and Akito's obsession is very believable for me. Your reviews really make me happy D thanks.
To Snipergrrl: I'll try to have those two parings at somepoint.
To Azzy: I'll consider it though I think that might be a little OOC for this story. And I'm glad you like it.