Title: Perfect Happiness
Haru has gone through severe times. But now they're are over and he's in love. Eventually the others find about everything. What will happen when they do? Rated M: M M relationship, and some other things, please read alot better than summary.
All right, now this is Rated M: Why? Because of this chapter and basically this chapter alone. I warn you that the second half of this chapter gets violent but I'll warn you again before it starts.
Disclaimer: I don't own fruits basket. Closest to owning it I've ever gotten is owning a copy of volume 8. Of course it'd be 8 (Haru's).
'Single quotes'- equal thoughts…
Chapter 17- the Midnight Show
It had been several days now and Hatori still hadn't come up with anything on any Knox theories. He'd ruled out the chance of Knox being a werewolf. Legend said that those bitten by a werewolf would become werewolves themselves, and Akito showed no signs of being one. Werewolves were said to have the ability to heal fast, and Akito's health was dwindling at an exceedingly disturbing rate. Hatori inwardly cringed; he was not looking forward to finding a new head. He also very much doubted Kyo's theory; it just didn't make much sense physically. So there was nothing.
Hatori needed to take a walk and clear his head. The streetlights were doing nothing to help dispel the darkness. Sure the little pools of light under the lights were bright enough but as soon as you stepped out from under one the dark would swallow you whole again. The next streetlight didn't come fast enough.
A noise to his left startled Hatori, and he spun to look into the alley. It was pitch dark. Hatori squinted trying harder to see into the alley. Just then two purple eyes stared back at him mere inches from him. Hatori held his ground, but inwardly he flinched.
"Well, if it isn't the good doctor," Knox sneered as he came out of the shadows; his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.
"Knox, what are you up to?" Hatori asked, he was both relieved and disturbed that it was Knox that he'd run into; although more disturbed than relieved.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Knox sighed and tossed his head.
"Well, one has to wonder what you're doing in a dark alley," Hatori pointed out.
"Are you a cop now too?" Knox snickered and grinned at him.
"Would you answer a cop?" Hatori asked him, "Or would you attack him?"
"You know Haru doesn't give you enough credit," Knox told him a little amused and then turned to leave. He looked over shoulder at Hatori, "By the way, how's Akito?"
The amusement was very apparent now.
"Not doing well," Hatori answered although he wasn't sure why he answered.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Knox snickered, and started to walk again, calling back, "You should tell him to be more careful around wild animals."
(A/N:) Warning: the next part is very VIOLENT and GORY… so if you don't want to read it you don't have too. You won't be at at a loss in the story if you don't read it. So, PLEASE if you have a faint heart, weak stomach, or pure mind (yeah right XD) don't read the next part of the chapter. AND don't worry, this is the most awful part. There's still more blood coming up, but nothing like this…
The red-head ran and ran. But it was no use; the black and white haired teen would catch up eventually. No one would help him. No one could help him. Gasping heavily he ran through the park, empty of life so late at night.
It was always fun when his prey fought back. But the running made Haru annoyed. The boy was getting nowhere. Finally, he collapsed in heap by a cherry blossom tree. He tried to catch his breathe and turned on his back to look up at Haru, his blue eyes wide in fear and panic. Haru growled slightly and withdrew a cherry wood switchblade. The long silver blade made a wonderful 'swoosh' noise as it ascended from its keep. This was going to be fun. The boy deserved it, having made him run so much. He gave the boy a crazed smile as he leaned in close. The blade traced his jaw line just barely nicking it as it did.
"Now, now, you shouldn't have run so much, it makes this worse for you; very, very bad," Haru said slowly and a made a tsking noise. He lowered the blade and grazed the redhead's throat. A thin line of blood was left in the wake of the blade, all the while a malicious-cheshire cat grin remained on Haru's face. He withdrew some rope from his coat pocket and swiftly tied the redhead's hands together above his head. "Don't want you to get any ideas."
"Please don't kill me!" he whined helplessly, trying desperately to squirm away, but it was no use; Haru was after all sitting on top of him.
"Don't be irrational, of course I'm going to kill you," Haru snickered swirling the knife in one hand. "You make too much noise, and I'm going to have to gag you. That's not as fun for me," his eyes narrowed maliciously, "so don't."
The redhead's eyes widened furtherer in complete horror. Haru lowered the blade so it was inches from the boy's chest. "Ever done any carving?" Haru asked calmly.
"C-c-carving!" the boy managed to choked out as fresh tears streaked his cheeks. Haru nodded as he cut through the shirt… it was an inconvenience anyway. He traced a large swiveling pattern into the boy's chest as the boy screamed out in pain at the top of his lungs. Haru stopped his movement but the knife was still cutting into the skin. He stared crazily at the boy for a second before lowering his head so that he was right by his ear.
"What did I say?" Haru growled angrily drawing the knife further into the flesh and twisting. The boy screamed out in pain once again. Haru drew his head away. "You know, you're lack of attention is going to make you hurt a lot more."
The boy clamped his mouth shut. Haru snickered, "Good boy," then sneered, "we'll see how long that'll last."
The bloody knife was waved in front of his face for a moment as Haru reached up with his spare hand grabbing the redhead's hand yanking a finger free. That feral smile lit up again. The knife disappeared from the boy's vision again but he had a fairly frightening idea of what Haru was up to. It was confirmed seconds later when the blade of the knife tore into the base of his finger hacking its way through bone. The boy arched up screaming for all the pain in the world. Someone was bound to hear that.
"Now I'm going to have to gag you," Haru snarled and clicked the blade into its hold and shoved the knife back into his pocket. He also took something out, it was some duct tape. He unrolled a little bit and ripped off the end. He roughly taped the redheads mouth shut and snarled as he replaced the roll back in his pocket, "If you think I'm anywhere near done with you, you are sadly mistaken."
Haru withdrew the last thing from his pockets and showed it to the boy. His eyes widened as he saw the light yellow lighter, "Let's make roast fingers," Haru teased and reached for the boy's hands, he wrenched them closer so that he could see them. The boy shut his eyes tight not wanting to see what had become of his finger, not wanting to watch any of Haru's twisted fun. Haru frowned, "Fine, close your fucking eyes, it's not gonna stop me," and flicked the lighter. The flame was put under the fingers of the redhead's hand that hadn't had the finger sawed off. He cried out and struggle as the flame licked at his fingers.
"Come on, why struggle?" Haru asked in amusement as he held the lighter and the boy's fingers in place. The only answer Haru received was the boy's now muffled screaming. He kept burning until he became bored of watching the fire scorching fingers. He wanted to cut again. First he shoved the boy's hands back over his head. Then he shoved the lighter back into his pocket and withdrew the knife again. Once again the blade quickly rose from its port as if eager to do more. It gleamed crimson in the moonlight. He held it to the redhead's left cheek and slashed it across the face. Blood slid down his face and landed in growing pool and on the ground. Haru zealously repeated the task; this time on the other cheek. Then he started to hack into the boy's arms. More blood spilled out, escaping the body and staining the ground.
Done with his cutting he only had one thing left to do. He lowered the blade, placing on the redhead's cheek again. He traced his way down to his neckline. In one savage movement he slit the red-head's throat; blood oozed out. The boy desperately tried to breath, his choking was loud and panicked. Haru watched with deep satisfaction, until the boy stopped struggling.
He stared at the body for several seconds and then got up.
End of Chapter 17
Well, if you read the second half I did warn you TWICE.
And all but the 1st of my chapter titles happen to be song titles! only one person noticed that...
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