Summary- Akito has always favored Yuki in the public eye. But when alone his favorite isn't who you'd expect. What happens when he's tired of being seperated from his loved one?
Disclaimer- Do not own Fruits Basket
God's Pet
Akito seethed in the comfort of his private room. Having ordered Hatori and everyone else out of his sight, he was alone; Eyes dilated to such a degree that he could hardly see what was around him; his lungs taking in deep breaths while his body shook with self-hate and disgust. His room was already decimated by the sheer force of his outrage; it had took an hour and 33 seconds, he had been trying to calm himself. He threw an ornately decorated vase of flowers across the room. It wasn't working. A twitch of his wrist.
He trembled.
That was NOT supposed to happen!
Only two more pieces of his furniture remained. He leaned heavily on one, his favorite desk, made of the finest wood; Handcrafted and decorated with a simple yet grand etching of a japanese garden along the trim; elegant in it's own right. He felt light-headed; dizzy.
A flash of the broken body laying before him.
The table smashed beneath the force of his punch; splinters of wood flying in all directions, some even becoming embedded into his cold, white fist. At this point in time, he could feel the odd stinging in his eyes. He took a deep breath. He would not cry. God's did not cry. Besides he didn't mean to do that! He wasn't at fault! He wasn't...
A flash of confused red eyes.
It.
Wasn't.
His.
Fault.
The chair for his desk was suddenly sent sailing across the room before crashing through the sliding doors that seperated his room to his private garden. It then crashed into the only tree out there. The evening sky greeted him. He stopped. The sudden shock of seeing such a change in the sky paralyzed his movements. He stood there, in one of his many personal rooms, still dressed in his black clothes. Somewhere in the time it took for the night breeze to enter his exposed room, to hug him in a slight chill, his breathing had come to order.
He had regained composure.
He had to think through this. He walked to the opening and sat down with his legs hanging off the side. This wasn't going to be a problem. Hatori could just erase what had happened. It would be as if it had never happened. Calming breaths.
Yes, this would work.
Calming breaths.
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Hatori walked briskly to Akito's room. He had been pacing his outside the house; puffing away at his smokes one after the other. Easy enough to say that when he heard the crash, he had butted out his cigarette and walked back inside.
He was anxious. He didn't look it but he was. On the outside he wore his indifferent mask; looking to anyone else, like someone who did not care. On the inside, was a totally different matter. Kami, he just wanted to head back to his cousin's and treat Kyo, but then...he couldn't leave Akito how he was.
Sighing, he reached his hand out and gave a slight knock to the room he last saw Akito in.
"Come in." Was the surprisingly calm response. Hatori narrowed his ice blue eyes. What was he planning?
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"But but...I did send them in!" Shigure whined into the phone; His editors voice shrilling about on the other end. How the inu was able to stand that kind of volume, Yuki didn't know, but he also didn't care, so using what precious time he had, he ascended the stairs. Leaving Tohru to finish up the late supper she insisted on making; even when Shigure had offered to just order take-out.
Reaching the second floor he bee-lined for his self-proclaimed rival's room, stopping every now and then to make sure Shigure was still pre-occupied with, as far as he knew, the only woman in his life. Not that he was ever curious enough to find out more about his perverted family member. Finely reaching the door, he stilled once more before opening it and sliding into the dark room.
"Kyo?" he called in a strained whisper; paranoid that Shigure would some how hear him. Quickly he scanned the room, trying to make out in the darkness, just about anything. He stepped forward, and stumbled. "D-dammit!" he hissed in annoyance, eyes still not used to the darkness of his cousin's room.
"What do you want?"
"Answers." Yuki whispered in anger. "What happened."
Kyo stared at his cousin with tired eyes and decided then and there that Yuki would just have to do; Shishou was too far away and he, for once, wanted someone to listen to what he had to say. At least the rat wouldn't treat him any different, even despite the circumstances.
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Okay... pelt me with the rotten fruit. I deserve it. DEAR GOD I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG IN THE UPDATING! Also...if it's not too much trouble...I need help again. Some ideas...Oh I know!! For the person who sends me an idea I like and will use, they get to know the pairings!! I know it's not much but, I don't want this story to die on me. Anway, toodles and don't forget to REVIEW!!
Kei