So Cold
By: chaosticsoul
Genre:
Angst
Relationships: Akito/Cecilethe maid, OFC. Others undecided.
Possible Akito/Hatori, Akito/Momiji, Akito/Kyo, Akito/Ayame,
Akito/OMC.
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
AN:
Give me lots of shiny reviews! It's my birthday tomorrow :D
Part:
5/?
When Akito entered the bathroom he frowned at the blood and glass on the floor. Someone would need to come and clean that off. Turning on the water he cleaned his arms of the blood. He took his time, hearing maids or servants retrieving the body. He smirked at that. Oh yes, he would need to be sure to request her to serve him the next day.
Finishing and drying off he dropped the towel on the glass before walking out and seeing a maid cleaning off the floors. "When you're done here clean up the bathroom" he commanded, stepping over her and out to Hatori's office. His feet were beginning to bleed again but he didn't care.
Pushing open the door he was pleased to see the doctor gone. Opening drawers and looking though cabinets he soon found butterfly bandages, gauze and some iodine. Taking them he was about to leave when he noticed a small glass bottle. Picking it up he let out a snicker as he noticed what it was. Why Hatori had hydrochloric acid was beyond him but he would put it to good use, that he was sure.
Walking back to the room he sat on the bed and then treated his various wounds, watching the maid as she hurried to finish. Pouring the iodine on his feet he didn't cry out at the pain, far to use to it's sting. The floor of the room was cleaned and there was no trace of the blood that Cecile had spilt earlier. No doubt this maid would be scared he would do something to her as well.
And wouldn't it be a shame to disappoint?
There was a cup from tea earlier. Picking it up he waited a moment before hurling it at her. A cry of pain fell from her lips and he laughed darkly, returning to bandaging his wounds.
Once they were fixed he Set the leftovers on his side table and then smirked coldly at the maid as she practically ran past, holding the broken glass of the mirror and hoping a bleeding shoulder would be the worse she got.
How he would have loved to make her torment worse, but he was feeling . . . worn. Perhaps he overdid it today, waiting so long to treat his wounds. Sighing he closed his eyes. At this rate he would be going into one of his pays of illness. He hated those days the worse, wanting to lash out at everything but being unable to.
Well, he would just make sure if he was ill to make everyone around him suffer. Including that little maid and Hatori.
TBC
To Amethyst: And I can always look forward to your lovely replies Really the only reason this thing gets updated. Akito's words have to do with what he thinks will hurt Cecile the most. He knows about her past and says whatever he thinks will hurt her the most. I'll be bringing more of her past in later I hope, though I will use 'busu.' Go me! I learned a new word!
To Azzy: I love that idea. I was planning on having Kyou being defiant and stuff