Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Beware of Dog ❯ Chapter 2

Beware! Dog

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. The honor goes to Natsuki Takaya. The characters that you probably won't recognize will be minor characters, and most likely won't show up in more than at least one chapter. They will be of my creation, and, unless I say otherwise, will be free for anyone's use.

Writer's Corner: I know, I left it off on a cliffy, but that's just because I didn't want that chapter to be too long. This is the chapter that really goes to show changes in our dear beloved dog! Don't hate me for making him scary! I just think that it was bound to happen anyways, since sometimes dogs, after a while, get snappy and cranky and become dangerous for young women…cough…Tohru…cough. Yeah, well, I'll explain his odd behavior maybe next chapter when…why am I telling you this? Read this chapter to find out!

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Tohru looked up at him, not being able to hide what she felt at that moment: terror. She was absolutely frightened of Shigure at that moment, though she knew that she shouldn't be. He wouldn't let her let the dinner preparations sit on the counter, not even in the pot to be cooked yet; especially after finishing his novel!

She backed up to the wall. "I think I better go make dinner." She quickly hurried out of the study, leaving Shigure to stare after her. However, it wasn't her back that he was staring at.

His arousal throbbed as he watched her walk at incredible speed, making her rear swing from side to side quickly. He imagined that it was not air that her rear was rubbing, but his own manhood…

He shook his head, and slapped himself, fairly hard enough to leave a mark. Why was he thinking about Tohru this way? First of which, she was at least ten years younger than he, and he could feel her uncomfortable aura from where he stood. He didn't know why he was thinking like this.

He looked at the computer again. Perhaps it was stress that was making him think like this? Yes, that was the answer; he was under too much stress! He would gather himself up, walk into the kitchen, apologize to Tohru, and lock himself in his room until either Yuki got home, or the morning, should he fall asleep. Yes, he would much like to go without dinner tonight.

He sighed, and gathered himself up, like he said he would do. He shut off the monitor to his computer, and cleaned up the study a bit.

He noticed that he had been acting fairly odd for a while now, but nothing this extreme. He still let Tohru clean his study, cook him dinner, and whatever else she like to do for him.

…The image of Tohru, bent in front of him, came to his mind. He groaned outwardly as he imagined her mouth moving forwards and backwards at such a pace, that he almost came right then and there, in the reality world.

Before he thought of anything else, he slapped himself again, and walked out of his study.

The smells of rice filled the air as he walked down the hall into the kitchen. He had to admit, he was fairly hungry. Well, perhaps, if he were to lock himself in his room, he would have to take some of her cooking up with him.

He stopped at the door. If he wanted to take some of her cooking with him, wouldn't he have to wait until the food was finished, so as not add on anymore awkwardness? He backed out of the kitchen silently, making sure that she didn't even notice that he was even there to begin with.

He almost disappeared behind the wall when something caught his eye.

Tohru reached up to grab a canister of spice from a high shelf, her shirt rising up to the base of her breasts.

Shigure couldn't take it anymore, the darker side of him that he didn't even know he had took over, and he soon found himself walking up to the cooking flower.

"Need any help, Tohru-kun?" he asked, in a low seductive voice.

Tohru jumped and turned to him, her eyes wide. She had noticed that Shigure had changed, and she didn't think she liked being in the same house with him at the moment. However, the door to run to was blocked by his muscular body in front of her. She literally had nowhere to go.

She gulped as she looked up at him. "Ah…"

He slithered his arm around her and turned off the stove. He smirked. "Can't have the house burning down now, can we?"

"Shigure-san?" Tohru asked uncertainty thick in her voice.

He ran a finger down her cheek to her jaw. "I do need you to do something else for me, actually…" His hand slowly and tenderly moved down her throat, just barely touching her breast, and down to her arm, where he grasped her tightly. "But not here."

Tohru gasped as he pulled her onto him, careful so as not to change him, and he pulled her out of the kitchen. She didn't fight him, knowing that if she did he would probably use his strength against her. Right now was not a good time to test his strength, she knew that much.

As they hurriedly walked through the halls towards Shigure's room, he began to undress himself, and he ordered her to do the same. He wasn't going to make this romantic or anything, no, he wanted to get this over and done with. Somewhere in his mind, the old Shigure shouted, telling himself that he shouldn't be doing this, but he was pushed out of thought, and the pushy Shigure took over.

They reached his room, him unclothed, and Tohru not having touched her clothes at all. It was at the point that he told her to undress that she thought that she had better do something. She didn't want this! She didn't want him to do what she thought he was going to do.

He saw that she was still clothed, and he growled deadly sounding. He shrugged, and threw her in his room, closing the door behind him as he followed her in.

She landed on the floor, and looked up at him, fear stricken all over her face. She let out a short yelp as he grabbed on tightly to her wrist. He smirked evilly, and tore at her clothes. She screamed, knowing that no one heard her, but hoping some passer by just might.

Within seconds, her clothes were all tattered and scattered everywhere save on her.

He pushed her on the ground and smiled again. Without so much as one word, he grabbed both her wrists, positioned himself in between her legs, and pounded in, letting out a low moan as he felt her tight walls surround his intrusion.

She shrieked again at the sudden force inside her, and at the sudden pain. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked away from her beloved Shigure. He had changed. He wasn't like this before, what happened? Then, she remembered. He was never like this before he started his novel series. What if that was what changed him? What if that was what got him into a violent mood? She didn't think that writing about a murderer falling in love would turn him into his own character.

She bit her lip and squeaked as he pounded continuously. She held back her sob, but the tears came freely. She cried and held out until he was finished.

He moaned loudly as he spurt his seed into her, finally relieving his lust.

When his vision cleared from his orgasm, he looked around. He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach as he saw Tohru under him, silently weeping. He pulled out of her gently so as not to hurt her anymore than he knew he had already done.

He reached out to her, but held back. What would she think of him now? Now that he…raped her? He stood up at the thought, and went to retrieve his clothes. He appeared back in his room, fully clothed, but Tohru had not moved from where she lay, naked and silently crying. He opened his mouth to speak to her, but nothing came out. Finally, he decided to cover her up until she felt the strength to move again. He knew she wouldn't accept anything from him now that he had done this, so all he could offer was his blanket from his cot.

As he spread it over her, he suddenly felt dizzy. He stood up, and stumbled to the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. However, he did not get very far.

Tohru gasped, and shot up in a sitting position when she heard the loud thump coming from her feet. She gasped once she saw Shigure, motionless, laying on the floor, looking as if he was about to exit the room.

She stood up, and ran to her room. She had to change, and then…and then what? What was she going to do with him? She couldn't possibly carry him to his bed by herself; he was too heavy for her. She quickly grabbed a decent outfit, and dressed in the hallway, not taking her eyes off of the fallen man. If only she knew how to cure him, she would…

That's it! Hatori! But, she didn't know Hatori's phone number…

Kyo had bought a cell phone a few days ago, and she was sure he had Hatori's number saved in it. She rushed into the cat's room, and dug around his belongings, feeling guilty for being intrusive. She found his cell phone in a pants pocket of a pair of his dirty jeans, and immediately went to work in finding the doctor's number.

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Writer's Corner: Actually, I think Tohru deserved what she got, I just wish it was by someone other than Shigure. So, has he confused anyone yet? If I wasn't the author of this story, and if I didn't already know what was wrong with him, I'd be confused also. So, next chapter is a visit from Hatori.