Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Down With The Sickness ( One-Shot )

I do not own Furuba or Disturbed. I wish I did though ^.^ Enjoy the fic. This is Crow bringing you another disturbing creation from the mind of one sick animal who cant tell the difference and got stupefied. The name of this fic is Down With The Sickness ^.~
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{Drowning deep in my see of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel}

Every time, it never failed. Every time he was called the chambers of the head of the family, something bad happened to him. Bad things that he never wanted to recall or tell anyone about. He hated him for being so cruel as to hurt a child in such a way, but he hated himself more. How could he let him control him like that? Every time he threatened to hurt the one person he held the most precious, he folded.

{It seems what's left of my human side is changing
Is slowly changing in me}

He had always been different from your average child, but deep down he was different from everyone, even his own family. There was a sick and twisted side inside of him, a side of him that no one had ever seen before. Only He had been able to make it come out. He always had that effect on him, and He liked it. He liked seeing the younger one break loose and let this dark side come out.

{Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes}

Sometimes, he didn't even recognize himself. He stood, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It used to be a beautiful face that stared back, but now it was a wreck. Dark bags under his eyes, blood stained lips from his teeth clamping down on them to smother his screams of pain. He looked pathetic. Slowly, the boy raised a hand to his face. Something inside of him suddenly snapped and his face became harsh and hateful.

{Violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me}

He suddenly screamed as he slammed his fist into the mirror he stared into. He hated himself, how could he be so weak? He hated everyone! How could anyone let another person beat on someone? How could everyone turn cold shoulders to a member of their own family? Even the person he treasured the most. The boy pulled his fist back, the glass had splintered beautifully and driven deep within the flesh.

{Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me}

Their hatred for him was fueling him now, the way they all hated him, it was making him want to go and pay back all that he owed to Him. Wrapping him bloody hands up with a piece of torn cloth from his white t-shirt he walked from the bathroom to his room. Waves of hate were vibrating towards and from him at the same time.

{You mother get up, you fucker get up
Madness is the gift that has been given to me}

He used to see this anger inside of him as a weakness, now it was a tool. A tool he would use to let the others know that he was there. He was going to use his one gift from them against them, wasn't that perfect?

{I can see inside you the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel}

He'd known them all his life, yet he'd never known them at all. They would deny him access to a normal family, to normal happiness. It sickened him to see their snooty faces every day, the way they laughed, they way they taunted. He wanted to pay them all back for their teasing, for making him feel that everything was his fault. They were all just as much to blame as he was. They were family, whether they liked to admit it or not!

{It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me}

Any shred of good, niceness, suavity, and calmness was gone. It was dead. The old him was dead. This new him, this new him would make changes. As he stalked into his room, he found the object of his desire sitting on his bed. He growled, even his one true love hated him. His one true love, and he hated him. He walked over to the bed and pinned the other down.

{It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes}

The look of pure terror on his face was evident in every way. The wide eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight, the pale skin that became as white as the pure driven snow, and the violent shakings of his body under him. This wasn't like him at all, this was more like the schizophrenic that was constantly trying to work his way into the pants of the one trapped against the bed.

{The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me}

The look of terror was enough to wake the demon up further, he wanted more, he wanted him all… But he didn't have time. He stood, letting the other up, and walked to the window. He looked out at the moon, it was so beautiful. He was about to jump out when the memory of his mother came back to him, the memory of the night when the demon was born.

{And when I dream
No mommy don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise}

No matter how the child pleaded with his mother, she wouldn't let up. Always taunting him, his own mother. She would smack him for no reason, if she hated him so much why didn't she just kill him while he was a baby? Why make him think that he'd live a normal life? He begged her to stop her beatings, to just love him like a normal mother did, but she wouldn't. All she could see was the curse, and the curse is what she hated the most.

{No mommy don't hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that
Don't do it you're hurting me
Why did you have to be such a bitch?!}

He tried to run from her hits, but nothing worked. The woman had him locked in the room, and she wouldn't stop. In his mid, he was screaming. Screaming at her that he hated her, that she was awful, that he hoped she would die. He pleaded, screaming out loud that what she was doing hurt him, not the curse. She wouldn't listen, her son wasn't human he was the curse and just the curse.

{Why don't you
Why don't you fuck off and die
Why can't you just fuck off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die?!}

He was crying more fiercely now, the tears coming in never ending streams. She was yelling, screaming in his face. Why didn't anyone stop her? Why didn't anyone care? What had he done? He was born, that was all. He was just born. That was his sin, to be born and cursed with the cat. Something he couldn't control. All this hate was placed on a child, and that child had no say in whether or not they were to turn into an animal when hugged.

{Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
Fuck you
I don't need this shit}

She slapped her son hard, making him snap. The demon was born. He grabbed her wrist and stood, screaming his thoughts. He told her how much he hated her, how unfair her hate for him was. He pushed her back. And swore at her, told her that he was worth more than she said, than she thought. He hated her, nothing would change that, and he didn't want anything to change it.

{You stupid, sadistic, abusive fucking whore
How would you like to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die}

His family blamed him for his mother's suicide. Deep inside, he knew their last fight had caused it. Their last fight had made her see the truth. He didn't cry, then they all began comparing him to the one person he loved. He screamed out. A hatred filled him, hatred of himself for loving the person the others thought was better than him.

{Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and let it flow into me }

He suddenly came back to reality and jumped out the window. As fast as he could he ran through the woods, nothing was going to stop him from his goal. It was so close that he could taste the sure as fire victory. His hatred filled him, the same hatred he'd felt for his mother the night the demon in him was born. Soon, his destination was in pure sight. The main house was right there. With a graceful leap he jumped to the top of the wall and climbed over. It was time to exact his revenge…

{Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, you fucker get up}

Kyou sat in Akito's room with blood staining his hands. Yuki stood in the doorway, gasping for breath from the long run there. He'd been too late, Kyou had already caused his damage….

{The madness has now come over me…}
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Well, this is Down With The Sickness, my murder fic ^.^ This was so Kyou-ish, I had to write the fic. It popped into my mind while I was at the Pop Sux concert ^.^