The Taming of Gods
An Akito X OC fanfiction story. Please leave a review.
Cant believe we're on chapter 12 already! Shout out to all my lovely readers and reviewers. Especially KaylaRayee and AliceLovesCake for regular reviews. Happy kisses to everyone. If I were the cookie monster, reviews are like my cookies so keep them coming! :)
Inspiration: A rather violent episode of breaking bad. Probably why this one turned so dark so unexpectedly… It was supposed to be Meda x Akito fluff but I have no idea what happened. Guess we'll have to wait until the next chapter for some of that. Sorry!
Chapter 12
The dinner party Meda had thrown for the Sohmas a few weeks ago had been immensely successful and so far it seemed Hatori and the others had kept their word about not mentioning anything to Akito. Thank goodness for that. She still hadn't worked out how she was going to break it to him- he was bound to blow up and for right now, she just wanted to enjoy the relationship that was beginning to bloom between them.
He was far from perfect, sure. Bossy, temperamental, rude. However, she wouldn't stand for it and seeing as she was the only one who could talk back to him without the threat of losing an eye, the rest of the household took to coming to her for any problems they had with Akito. It took some doing but she'd finally somehow convinced Akito to stop lashing out at the maids for every miniscule mistake they made. As a result, Hatori was stitching up far fewer injuries and the Sohma Honke was generally a much nicer place to live in. Meda's presence really brightened the place up- more windows open, the house a little brighter, a little happier.
Though Akito always complained about her damn singing, to be honest he liked the sound of her melodious voice floating through the air every now and then. Even his birds sometimes joined in, tweeting annoyingly with her.
'It's like something out of a fucking Disney movie.' He frowned disgustedly the first time it happened though she seemed unfazed. He liked that aspect about her: she didn't give a damn what anyone thought about her. Sometimes she'd dress in a flowery dress acting like a blushing shy girl, the next day she'd be the most dangerous badass scolding him and the maids alike as she took them to task. It never bothered her to keep up appearances: the politics, the lies, the pretences- there was none of that with her. She did as she pleased and to him her honesty was intensely refreshing. Everyone else tiptoed around him like he was some ticking time bomb. No one said anything straight to his face,
'Although I guess that's my fault really.' He thought guiltily remembering what he did to Hatori's face. As he watched Meda lying with her head in his lap, completely absorbed in the novel she was reading, he mentally thanked her once again for fixing it. The guilt had bitten into him everyday since the accident and though aloud he denied any sort of blame, he knew it was his fault and hated himself for it. Had she not healed Hatori… He shut his eyes tightly, the mere reminder of what he had done too terrible for him to handle. Meda seemed to be the only one who had realised that hurting people was not something he enjoyed, not something he liked to do.
'But you still do it anyway, don't you?' A dark voice inside his head taunted as the black side of his Kami spirit awakened, 'You hurt people- everyone around you. And you say you don't enjoy it, that it pains you, but you still do it anyway.' It sneered. 'We both know that deep down, somewhere in your fucking sick, twisted little soul, you enjoy it.'
'I don't!' Akito screamed mentally at the spirit, his surroundings dissolving into a black cavernous room. In front of him stood a darker, more sinister version of himself. His Kami spirit. The figure was dressed in extravagant black, silk robes, threaded with stunning golden embroidery depicting each of the zodiac animals, with the exception of the cat: clothing fit for a god. Large golden disks hung in his ears, an exquisite dragon engraved into the metal. However, an ugly sneer marred his handsome face and burning red marks like tattoos snaked across every inch of exposed skin, disappearing into the black folds of his clothes. He reached out an arm towards Akito, golden bracelets designed like snakes wrapped around his slender wrist. Akito instinctively shrank away in fear and disgust.
'I don't enjoy it, bitch. You enjoyed it!' Akito spat at the monster that had controlled his life since birth. 'It was you, hissing in the back of my mind. Egging me on, poisoning my mind.'
'Now, now, Akito. Don't try to blame me for your actions. You know you wanted to. I could feel your anger at Hatori, your fear of losing him to that girl.' The god laughed mirthlessly, sending a chill down Akito's spine. The Kami lounged indolently in his throne, enjoying tormenting his vessel. Ever since that girl had arrived in his life, he'd been having less and less fun with his little slave. It was time to put an end to that. 'What about Meda?'
His reaction was invaluable. Akito immediately paled, fear shining in his eyes.
'Leave her out of this!'
'I don't have to do anything. Once she finds out how you treated your Jyuunishi- Yuki, Kyo- she'll leave on her own.'
'No! T-that wasn't me! It was you! You think I'm the one who holds a grudge with the cat? I didn't even know him. You told me- you made me!' He shouted, covering his face in shame and frustration as he recollected the whips and torture toys the God had made him use on the children.
'It was always in you Akito. I just gave a means of venting for all that anger and resentment your bitch of a mother had fuelled. Just that last push. I wonder what she'll say when she finds out? She'll fear you too, my darling, just like every body else.' He hissed venomously, drawing Akito forcibly into his lap. The Kami gripped his chin tightly, pressing a teasing kiss on the exposed, pale flesh of his neck. 'I am the only person who will ever love you, Akito. I am you. They will all leave and all you'll have left is me.' He whispered, tracing a finger over Akito's face. In the face of his darkest demon, Akito was dumbfounded by fear. The idea of being left alone, with him for the rest of eternity terrified him beyond possibility.
'You. Are. Wrong!' Using every last bit of his strength, he tore himself away from the tenacious grip, stumbling away from the throne. 'She's not like the others! She won't leave me.' Desperation radiated from every pore of his body, but he continued to retreat backwards. The Kami scowled in displeasure; Akito had never spoken to him like this before. It was all that wretched girl's doing. Composing himself, he regained the mask of composure and spoke in a steely voice,
'It's a matter of time. You'll see. Your precious girlfriend's not been quite as honest with you as you believe. She's been keeping secrets of her own.' He laughed unnervingly before the he and the black cavernous room disappeared and Akito was back in the flowery gardens of the Sohma estate with Meda's head still in his lap and on the same page she'd been reading when he'd left.