Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Cursed Words, Cursed Lives ❯ And the fly flew into the spider's web ( Chapter 1 )

So Lyra returns to writing fanfics after a three year hiatus.

Don’t look so surprised. You know I don’t die that easily.

Ah yes, the ever-bothersome disclaimer: I don’t own Fruits Basket or any of the characters. I do, however, claim this fic as my own, and if anyone plagiarizes me, there will be hell.

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I am a God.

I was born for the sole purpose of being worshiped. My followers were designated before I was even born, before many of them were born. Those that were alive came to me from the start.

They were waiting for me. For me, their one and only God.

They loved me from the start. I am here only to be loved.

Then she came along... That girl, with her long hair and tiny figure. She wormed her way into their lives and began stealing my followers. That bitch, that monster dared to defy me - THEY ALL dared to defy me! To love another, especially another woman, instead of me, their only God.

They will pay. They will pay, as Hatori did in the past, as Isuzu did in the past, as the cat does now, as several of the others deserve to.

Most of all, she will pay.

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Chapter 1: And the fly flew into the spider’s web

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Tohru was quiet as she strode through the Inner Village. While she was, by now, a common sight to most of the Sohmas who lived here, she was still technically not allowed on these grounds. The passage that Momo had once shown her now served as a frequent gateway for the outsider, and usually, she used it only if she wanted to visit Momiji or another of those on the inside of the walls.

Today, like so many before it, there would be no cheerful visits. She purposely walked in a wide arc, avoiding coming within view of Hatori’s house. She hadn’t seen either of them... Actually, she’d hardly seen any of the juunishi, not since the end of the school year.

Not since that awful day.

And yet, every day since then, she’d come into the Inner Village. She knew well by now exactly where the Cat’s Room, as it was so disdainfully called, lay, and she would wait until she was sure it was safe, and she would quietly talk to Kyou. It had been four months since she’d seen or touched him. He’d given up all hope of ever escaping, but the secret visits allowed him to retain what was left of his humanity. Each night he fell asleep as she spoke, praying that Tohru’s voice would be the last thing he’d ever have to hear.

Once more, she kneeled beside his confinement, speaking just loud enough to be heard through the wood. He hardly ever responded, but she knew he heard her, and that was enough.

No one else knew she came here, save Kureno. He’d caught her once, but had agreed to say nothing. The others might have suspected it, but if so, none had said a thing to Tohru. This was something for her and her alone.

As was her ceaseless quest to free him. She knew the others were just as caged, and if anything, they were more unfortunate. Every day they were faced with people they cared for, people they could never touch. Kyou was at least spared the pain of watching other, “normal” people, while Kureno’s guilt served as the firmest cage of all.

As the last shreds of light faded from the sky, Tohru rose once more, her face blank but tear stained. Every night she remembered that she could offer no comfort to the other cursed. Only one thing would ever comfort them, now.

Freedom.

A whim had been following Tohru for quite some time now. Tonight, she finally acted upon it.

The detour she took that night broke every promise she’d ever made to the others and violated most of what logic told her. It was her last option though; she and Isuzu had exhausted every alternative, there was nothing else left to try.

She didn’t make it to the door. Akito was already outside to meet her.

“Well hello there, you ugly little monster. What are you doing here? Come to play with my things again?”