Chapter Title: Dirty Rotten Lies
Pairings: Insinuated, one-sided Akito/Miku
Warnings: Just... more Akito-ness. I can't decide if I hate him, feel bad for him, or absolutely adore him. I'm torn. o.0?

Akito had requested to see me a few days after my argument with Hatori. The morning after my last nightmare.

Ayame had volunteered to walk me, and if I hadn't been so terrified, maybe I'd of turned him down. But this time I didn't, feeling selfish, needing someone to take care of me. I hated myself for indulging in it though – I'd spent the last couple of years drowning myself in selfishness, through drugs, alcohol, and sleep. I hated it.

The snow crunched under our feet as we walked, cars driving by in the slush, light glistening in bent rainbows and gold sparkles across Kaibara district.

Soon enough, we reached the main house. My heart rate slowed, and my blood ran cold. Neither had anything to do with the snow. No, that was all bone-chilling fears fault.

Aya kissed me on the cheek, and left me at the doorstep with a light farewell and goodluck. He had errands to run, and Akito had requested to see me privately.

I took a deep breath, gathering up all my courage, and slid the paper door to the side. I took off my boots, coat and hat, shaking the snow off of my jeans. When I turned to walk inside, a young servant girl was waiting for me.

"Follow me, please, Lady Sohma," she asked politely, bowing.

If only it really was a choice. If only I could turn tail and flee.

But I couldn't.

So I followed her.

She led me to his bedroom, and then waited.

After about ten minutes, Akito opened the door. Completely ignoring the servant girl, he gestured for me to come inside.

I didn't want to. I wanted to turn and run away screaming, and never come back. I wanted to run into Hatori's arms, and hid in his embrace. I wanted to no longer be cursed by this damned zodiac. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to be happy. But we don't always get what we want, do we?

So I went in.

Akito smiled, softly, almost lovingly as I walked into his room, shutting the door behind me. My eyes widened in surprise and aprehension.

He offered me a seat and tea. Yes please, I'd replied.

As I sat at a nice chair, over stuffed soft red leather with brass buttons, face still shocked, he laughed. My eyes widened even more.

"Don't look so surprised, my little pup. Even I have good days," He said, handing me the tea. It smelled like cinnamon, reminding me of my nighmare the day before. I suppressed a shiver.

His smile brightened, as if he could tell he had bothered me, and liked it. Maybe he had. You never knew with Akito.

He took a seat across from me, lounging like some elegant cat on the red chair, his dark blue kimono flaring out around him. "Hatori tells me you're still refusing med school," Akito mused casually, looking at his nails before turning his glance to me.

Oh, well that's just great. "I want to be a writer," I said firmly. "A playwrite."

Akito continued as if he hadn't heard me. "He also told me why you are refusing." the words held such cold, accusing rage, I had to set my teacup down. My hands were shaking so badly I would have dropped it otherwise.

My voice was breathy with fear. "What did he tell you?"

Akito ignored my question, getting to his feet. I repeated my question, a little louder this time, and he glared down at me, coming to stand in front of me.

"You're mine, Miku. And you best not forget," he hissed, anger curling and burning his words.

I nodded, gulping.

"I have payed for 2 terms at Tokyo Universities pre-medical program. It starts next month, on the 14th."

I met his eyes, and very carefully worded my response. "No." I watched confusion, despair, hate and jealousy dance across his face, until it finally settled on anger.

"If this is the only way to keep you away from him, Miku, then this is the way I will keep you away from him." Akito said, words oh-so-reasonable, but his tone deadly. "You will obey me."

Oh, crap. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "No." I repeated, mentally wincing. My refusals were not helping my situation, but I wasn't going to leave. I wasn't going to let him ship me away.

"I am your God, Miku! It is not your choice!" He emphasized his point with a flat-out punch to the face. I cried out, cradling my bruised cheek, huddling back into the leather chair.

He took a step back from me, a twisted pleasure spilling out onto his face as he watched me rub my bleeding cheek. "Pack your things. A truck will come next week to take them to your new apartment. You will thank me, Miku."

No, I won't, I thought to myself, but I knew now resistence was futile. "I will do as my God bids," I said, gritting it out through clenched teeth.

He smiled, all boyishly handsome cheer. I wanted to be sick. "Good. You're dismissed."

As I left, he caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. He gave it a tender, gentle kiss, and once again I was surprised by him. "I love you, Miku," he said, voice soft and as tender as the kiss to my hand had been. "I love all my animals."

Liar.

Dirty rotten liar.