Chapter 3-I'm posting this new chapter for Loriakitochan since she asked me to update. Thanks for the review! ;D I do not own Fruits Basket
Akito suffered great loneliness with Shigure, Hatori, Kureno and
Ayame away at school. She took her frustration out on her servants;
each time her will would be thwarted, she would lash out violently at
them with her nails, kicking and scratching them until she could be
restrained. When told of her daughter's behavior, Ren was
predictably unconcerned.
"The little bitch is a life sucking
demon; what do you expect?" she laughed. Kurosawa pressed her for
some sort of decision.
"Her violence is going to result in a
lawsuit for the family. As her mother, you need to do something
about this," Kurosawa said forcefully. Ren looked at him, smiling
lazily from the sofa where she reclined.
"Well, Kurosawa, you
have been awfully concerned about Akito lately. Why don't you do
something about it? I really don't care if she lives or dies. She
was a toy for Akira while he lived. She should have died with him;
she's not necessary now." Ren picked up the magazine she had
been perusing, and she began reading again. Kurosawa's face
hardened.
"If you cannot control your own child, if you cannot
mother the girl you birthed, then I question your place in this
family, Ren. As you know, you were not the favored choice of bride
for Akira. If it was not for the support of myself and some of the
other younger members of the Sohmas, you would not be enjoying your
current wealth and status. With Akira dead and Akito neglected,
remind me again why we suffer your presence?" Ren threw down her
magazine and sprang to her feet, interrupting Kurosawa.
"Is that an implied threat, Kurosawa?" she hissed at the doctor.
"What are you and your pathetic brothers going to do, evict the
head of the household's mother?" She laughed wickedly. "You
are all like a bunch of dogs with no teeth! You bark and snarl, but
can do very little real damage. And yet, I will go along with you in
this case. I will arrange something so Akito is occupied and doesn't
trouble the help further. We don't want our dear, "special"
head of the family being unhappy in any way, do we? And even more
importantly, we can't let the precious Sohma name be sullied
further than my presence among you already has accomplished." she
said sarcastically.
Kurosawa looked at her with no expression on
his face. Then he bowed and left the room. Ren got up and walked to
her dressing room. She had an idea of how to handle this latest
problem with the brat. Even with her limited ability to empathize
with the feelings of others, Ren recognized that Akito's behavior
was from loneliness. She would arrange for one of the younger
juuneshi to be kept with Akito all the time; maybe Mitsune's son,
the one who was the rat. Mitsune was always trying to suck up to
Ren, she probably wouldn't hesitate to trade her youngest son for
wealth and status. She walked through the main house, entering into
Akito's suite. The girl sat in the window, leaning on the sill and
watching the birds. She did not turn in acknowledgement of Ren's
entry.
"So, "God" is bored and lonely," Ren said in a
mocking voice. "Why don't you just call the juuneshi to you,
Akito? I thought that they would always be there for you and never
leave you?" She taunted. Akito bit her lip to keep from crying at
her mother's harsh words.
"What, no answer? Could it be
that there is no "bond" holding them to you? That you really are
an incredibly, ordinary girl…no one special at all?" Akito
turned and faced her mother, tears streaming down her face.
"You
don't know!" she screamed. "You can't even begin to
understand the bond between God and the juuneshi!" Akito was
shaking with rage as she stood there before her mother, her tiny
fists balled up and clenched with fury. Ren just laughed a low, evil
laugh.
"Oh Akito, you really don't know do you? You don't have a
real bond with the juuneshi. Akira and I had a real bond, a
love that you and the juuneshi couldn't even dream of. You aren't
"God," you are nothing. You are less than nothing. When Akira
died, you should have died too. You are a murdering piece of shit.
If it wasn't for you, Akira would still be living. You aren't
God; you are completely unnecessary and worthless. Even the juuneshi
know this and they will leave you and you will be completely alone.
No one loves you. There will be no one there to save you from your
pathetic, worthless life." Akito was shaking, her face contorting
with the effort of not breaking into sobs. Ren smiled cruelly at
her, enjoying the child's misery.
Akito could not hold her
sobs back and she began screaming and sobbing. "Why do you hate me
so much? Why don't you love me? Father loved me! Why don't
you?" She collapsed in a heap on the floor crying deep, wrenching
sobs, her face buried in her hands. Ren walked to the child,
stopping right before her.
"Because you are a filthy piece of
shit that doesn't deserve to be loved. You should be dead. You
were nothing but a diversion for Akira, something to keep his mind
off his illnesses. You are a toy that should have been thrown in the
trash long ago." Ren turned and walked out of the room leaving the
girl crying and alone. Ren smiled to herself as she left to go to
Mitsune's house. In spite of Kurosawa's interference, it was
turning out to be a very good day.
