Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Everybody Wants Her ❯ Chapter Four - Honeybee ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: The moment you've all been waiting for is here, a coupling I bet you can guess at will be exhibited here. Think about who was in bed together at the end of chapter three, and you'll probably get it straight away.
So yeah, my request to trade six dead batteries and a Pokemon Red cartridge for sole ownership of Furuba has been denied. They were definitely tempted, but they wanted the yellow version instead, plus a gum wrapper. And that's just out of my budget.
I know I already gave you a disclaimer. Leave me alone. Anyway I hope you like chapter four as much as I do! Read on and enjoy!
 
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Everybody Wants Her
Chapter Four - Honeybee
 
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Tohru's cleaned up and in a borrowed kimono, she's working on Akito when he wakes up. Its tough on him to open his eyes, though Tohru's turned off all the lights and drawn the shades, some light still slides through. Besides he's beat, to lift his lids would cost a lot of effort. So it takes some time to see Tohru there, sitting up and not beside him, trying to take off his clothes.
He's not deluded enough to believe in the best explanation.
He struggles up, pain crashing in his head as he does. Sleep hasn't helped as it should have, he still feels like anthropomorphic shit. He focuses his blurring sight on Tohru-kun, asks her just what the hell she thinks she's doing. “Oh,” she says, blushing because she knows how bad this looks. “I was just trying to get your yukata off…it's got some um…stuff on it from yesterday…I thought I'd wash it? I was going to put a clean one on you before you woke up…”
Like everything for Akito, this just isn't good enough. He doesn't care about her practical intentions, doesn't care that his clothes smell like death and he'd be glad to get rid of them, all he knows is Tohru left him. Even a second's way too much, he'd have flipped if she went to the bathroom. She'll never be here with him again, and he can't bear to think he's missed a moment, can't bear to sink into emptiness again. “You left me…” he says, eyes filling up with ever-ready tears. “You left me alone.”
“Ohhhh!” Tohru melts, wrapping him tight in her arms because he needs it, she can finally comfort somebody—a man—physically. She lies down with him again, throws the yukata off and aside before it messes up her borrowed one. “Akito-san, I was just cleaning up is all. I wasn't leaving you, I would never…I'll stay here as long as you need me.”
And she doesn't know this means forever, that Akito will never cease to need a soul. She's just babbling comfort, meaningless reassurances because she's scared for him and she feels so bad. Poor baby's in her head again and she holds him like he's everyone she couldn't save.
She looks. She can't help looking when Akito's naked, she's blushing but she doesn't turn away. He's such a sad little topography, coated in surgical scars, track marks from medical injections. All the Sohma's done to him is right here in Tohru's hands. She can see every bone, feel every tendon because he hasn't got an ounce of fat. Her hands trace his torso and it feels so rough, so thrown together. Bones, nerves, random lumps all over that could mean anything. After a time she steels herself to look down there, front and center. She knows she shouldn't, her blushing burns as hot as Aki's fever but she sneaks a peek all the same.
It's not normal.
It's not normal and she thinks this is just the final kick in the—well they look like they've been kicked enough. One testicle's swollen up to egg size, the other's a shriveled, bruisy knot of flesh. The actual penis is pencil-thin, discolored and patchy, deformed with a hole in the side. Tohru doesn't shudder, isn't bothered anymore. It's just another way he's damaged, another thing that lets her love this peaceful morning.
Akito doesn't wonder why she's staring so, he knows that it's not wanting him at all. It's like watching some sick little disaster, a car wreck you can't look away from. He throws blankets on himself, on them both because he can't bear to move away, can't stand to let her see that. He's ashamed, protective, he brings his knees up to hide his damaged goods. Then he laughs, tries to make this funny for Tohru because he's sure that she's embarrassed too. “I call them Eggy, Raisin, and Yanyan…” Then he shuts up, stops this train of thought because they won't be food, they won't be anything. Ever.
“I like Yanyan…” Tohru slurs, not thinking for a bit before she freaks. She hadn't meant it, not like that but his broken body's just so beautiful. Kyo would kill her, fall apart but nothing matters because her hands are where she looked before, she's feeling out what's ruined with her hands. Neither can believe its happening, it wouldn't register in their brains except its everything right now.
“T-that's…that's good Tohru…” Akito says, thinking that getting so worked up can't be good for him. He'd trade the world for this moment but Hatori will bury him in lectures over this, drown him in his droning words. But Tohru doesn't think that that's good means to stop, she takes the tiny mutant thing in her perfect hands, gives it a lick and it's awful, sour so she stops. Akito's shaking with how good it felt, he nearly orders her to put her mouth right back down there but no. No, he won't do that to Tohru.
So Tohru's stopped and Aki tells her, “Take off all your clothes.”
Reason comes back and she can't do it, she's clutching her kimono closed and inching away, shutting her eyes to naked Akito. “I…” she says, this close to crying, this close to breaking down. “I can't I…it's too much…Kyo-kun…”
And that name just fucking tears it, there's no room in Aki's head for anything but the kitty's dick in her vagina. She's wearing half a wedding dress and it's their special night, Akito's long dead and this future fucking sucks. It's inevitable, too. Unless Akito does something quick, makes Tohru his right now he'll never have her, never mean a section of the world.
So he grabs her, twists her wrists and mounts her, rips the flimsy kimono away. She back away to the end of the bed, scared of the cruel crazed look in Aki's eyes. “Take them off,” he says, pointing at her frilly little bloodstained panties. For a second he's concerned, thinks the bleeding is an STD. He needs her now and he's willing to risk an illness, but that doesn't mean he really wants one. Then he remembers his half-assed sex-ed lectures, the hurried gloss-over of the workings of a girl. It's just her time, is all. The blood will make it better, more depraved.
“Akito I really don't want to—” she says but she's silenced, God's will is far too great. He tears them off for her, tosses them and tries to keep from blacking out. Now's no good, his head's still in hell but it can't wait and Tohru's not about to help him out. She pushes him, her stunned self passing quietly away. He falls to the ground with barely a thunk, but the impact's killing him. Tohru looks bemusedly down at little writhing Akito, melts because what she sees is no brutal rapist, no terrifying dictator. No, it's just a pitiful kid, in pain `cause he fell out of bed. She helps him up, regards him while he calms down.
“You bitch,” he says, trying for rage instead of guilt because he didn't just do that, not to Tohru who he needs just to keep alive. He's aching from the fall and that doesn't make things easier. “You little fucking bitch…”
“Don't,” she says, and no one's ever done that before, no one tells the Sohma Master what to do. And he'd be so pissed, he'd be ripping her limbs off if she weren't Tohru, if his head wasn't hurting so bad.
“So what's this crap about Kyo?” he asks her, burrowing in the blankets to hide from her. She's in there with him in a second, she won't be the only one exposed. Tohru drapes her ropey arms across him, wonders if it's really as wrong as her brain is saying. With strength he would have raped her, the will was there and she wouldn't want that, but god she can't let go of him. She's got the sick boy safe in her arms at all costs. The image of Kyo won't leave her alone, but this is more important. Akito will lose it completely if she leaves him.
“There's nothing,” she says. “Kyo-kun just…well you know how protective he is of me, Yuki-kun's the same way…they wouldn't be happy if they knew we were…” She trails off, kisses him and the thought of going further chokes her up, she doesn't want it true or real or happening. But it's just once and Akito's weak as a kitten, pathetic and he can't hurt her. Kyo will never know.
And Akito, Akito's in heaven when she tongues him, he hadn't quite thought she knew how to kiss. He's hanging on for dear life here, trying to push the ugliness of moments before away from them, outrun it in his head. He doesn't buy her bullshit but he doesn't want to know the truth, not now, not while she's sucking face with him.
Then it's his turn to push her down, not off the bed because she's got the balance, the strength to stay put where she is. “You think I'm a loser, right?” he says, sounding sexy as he can and all she says is yes when she pulls away. She hasn't heard him, would be blasted into reassurance if she had. But the yes tells it all and she does, she can't see why the Sohma's fear him anymore. What could he possibly do to hurt these people, what could he ever have done to ruin Yuki? He's a defenseless little bonebag, just adorable. “You're so cute,” she says, touching his face and he slaps her, says he isn't fucking cute.
“I am God Tohru-chan, you should be afraid of me. I was about to rape you and I would do it, I fucking would. I'm a big threat and don't you forge—”—he's silenced, Tohru's finger to his lips.
“No,” she says. “You wouldn't.”
 
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They make love anyway, Tohru-kun in charge. Akito's exhausted, more than willing just to zone out while she moves him in and out of her. She's working not to crush him, trying to trick him up top for his safety but no, he's too tired, eventually they just roll to the side and do it that way. Anything to keep it going. He's all wrapped up in her arms, he's everyone she never got to touch. Tohru's arms glide everywhere, leaving Akito just to lap it up, do nothing. But he's loving this, pleasure's just about killed the pain.
“Is this…is this wrong?” pants Tohru, clutching hard at Aki's hands. She's having fun but not as much as he is, it hurts because he broke her, it's Tohru-kun's first time. Complaining's wrong, she's got nothing on Akito and besides, though he hasn't tried she knows he wants to feel she's feeling good. All she can do is debate morality, ask Akito if his respite is a sin.
“Of course not,” says Akito, back arching with the wonder of it, the beauty of what Tohru can do. She is magic, she's curing him, letting him dip deep into who she is. He can't see himself sick, he's healthy now forever because Tohru can stand him, because she doesn't cringe when she looks his way. “It can't be Tohru, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, not sure if she means it, if she ever means a word she says. But anyway she bangs her body forward, puts her mouth on Aki's neck and nibbles him, loves how lovely he's turned out to be. The neck is amazing, pale and long and kissed with vertebrae. She can feel him gulp as she runs her tongue along the front, feel his heart, his heat when she comes near. Akito's looking for the mystical, Tohru just the physical. His body's the best in the world. Fragile, damaged and just begging for a fix-up job. He's perfect, she's perfect and they finish up, Aki's semen dripping down their legs.
As Tohru-kun gets calm she's trying to purr, she's heard that its attractive and it slips her mind what kitties mean. She can't get it right and it just comes out like buzzing, Tohru like a honeybee. She's beauty in his ears and the sound's so stupid, so his little Tohru-kun. His lips graze her cheek and he calls her his honeybee, god he just loves her so much. She made his head feel better and he thinks his fever's down, Aki's never clung so hard to any arm before. And with every minute ticking by he holds her tighter, he can't stop thinking it'll all be over soon. Tohru won't be torn from him, she'll just get up and go because she wants to, and it's so much worse that way. “Don't ever leave me Tohru,” he begs her, needier than any newborn ever was. “Please please I'll die if you do…”
“I have to go eventually Akito…” she says, so close to sleep that he's wrecked now, insomniac once she's drifted off. Kyo's stitched straight into his gray matter, he can't forget the way she said his name. Like he matters, means the world and Aki's scared to death that maybe Tohru loves him, that he'll lose her even faster than he thought.
He's horrified, the pain's sliding back into his bones. There's nothing left for him but to pick up the phone, make his will known for he is Akito, God of all the Sohma and they're his fucking cancer, he has every right to ruin their lives. He'll call up the kitty cat, order him over for early incarceration and he'll never get out, never see Tohru-kun again. She'll be all his and he won't have to worry, won't be assaulted by illness anymore. Tohru's his medicine and he won't let Kyo-kun take her away.
So he struggles out to the living room, leaves Tohru tucked into herself on the bed. He gropes for the landline, smashes the old thing down when he hears the buzz of a modem, somebody online. He could scream them off, get cable or something but he's not in the mood, he'll just call Kyo on his stupid little cellphone. He rips it from the charger, rips the charger from the wall and punches in the number, digit by precious digit since it's Tohru's number too. “Who's this?” asks Shigure, picking up the phone with a dazzled yawn. “It's pretty late y'know, you shouldn't be calling this late…”
“I'll call you whenever the hell I want to,” he spits, pushing all his anger into this, at anyone except his Tohru. “I need to talk to Kyo.”
“I think he's sleeping Akito,” he tells him, trying to hide his irritation. Shi-chan hasn't been sleeping well, he just wanders the house, not writing and not cleaning and he'd finally conked out, Akito ruined it. And though he knows that Kyo-kun's sleeping fine, he hates the idea of doing to him what he's grumbling over. So he changes the subject, asks if Tohru's coming home tonight. “Tell her just to stay there if she's not, it's 3 AM so it isn't really safe…”
“Tohru's with me,” he tells him, refusing to elaborate no matter the pleas and wheedling. Shigure gives up, trudges up to Kyo-kun with his head hung low in defeat. He shakes him, hard because he's used to waking Yuki and he'll never respond to a simple poke. But Kyo stirs right away, glaring as soon as he lifts his lids.
“Shigure what the hell? It's—”—he pauses, checks the clock. “It's three in the morning…is the house on fire? I hope so, `cause unless you're saving my life then I'm gonna beat the shit outta you…”
“You have a phone call,” Shigure says brightly, hands behind his back like something's there. “And the person who called isn't particularly patient, so you'd best get up and get the phone.”
A lot of bitching takes place before Kyo picks up, and Akito's pretty pissed by the passing time. He's cold out of bed, he's missing Tohru and he's not strong enough to stand this long. “What do you want?” Kyo-kun asks, knowing its Akito and not giving a damn, he doesn't respect him, fear him like the others do. He has the most to lose but he'd rather die than bow to Akito.
“Well Kyo, I guess I have some bad news for you,” Akito tells him, cruel laughter turning quickly into coughs.
“What is it?” he snarls, rubbing sleep fiercely from his eyes. He's been dreaming long enough for waking up to hurt him, he's not pleased and he's not thinking, his rudeness will only screw him over more.
“You're polite,” Akito giggles, too high on how he'll fix this to get mad. “Anyway Kyo, let me just cut to the chase. There's no point in giving you hope when there is none, am I right? So what I want say is, I'm locking you up early. Beating Yuki won't mean anything now that he's so sick, so I don't see why I should keep you out in the world.”
Kyo's stunned, he can't even process what Akito just said. His head bows down without consent, his hands grab the top and inside he just breaks down, tears come in torrents and they don't stop no matter what his brain says. When the words hit it's like an AIDS test that came out positive, everything's just fucking over. He can't negotiate, doesn't even try, all he can croak out is why why why?
“You broke the number one family rule,” says Akito, convinced by now that Kyo's been banging Tohru close to nonstop since she first showed up. He can't be bothered with reality, he wants to be jealous, enraged because he's powerful now, he's got Kyo at his mercy and he couldn't care less about the kitty's fate. “Spreading your seed without the Lord's permission is a sin punishable by death Kyo-kun, but I'll be lenient. You're only going in a couple months earlier, it's no big deal. I ought to give you a lethal injection. I ought to cough on you.” And that's hilarious, he's choking on his laughter now. Kyo's confused, all set to defend himself when Akito brings up Tohru.
“You've been with her, right? Tohru-kun? You've been screwing her fucking brains out, haven't you? Well it's over Kyo, you're never gonna put your hands on her again. She's mine now, fucking mine and I just fucked her! Ha! God I love the word fuck!” And he shakes his head, hits it with his fist because he isn't feeling sane at all. When he's mad he just spills over, lets go of all that might make sense.
Kyo-kun bristles, seethes because he half believes it. Tohru cheating is beyond him, he think Akito's raped her and he's ready to fight, he knows he could shatter Lord Akito's weak body, leave him laid up for life and he almost does, if Akito had been there he would have. “You just…you did what to her?” he sputters, and Akito laughs, tells him in joyful tones that Tohru wanted it, hell it was her idea.
“She hates you Kyo-kun,” Akito tells him breezily, loving this because he's just so sick in the head and he knows it, he fucking loves this feeling. “I bet you treat her like a slave girl, don't you? She cooks your food, cleans your house and you don't even pay her. She couldn't love you, she couldn't even want you. I mean my god, you're the cat. How could she?”
“Tohru doesn't care about that stuff!” Kyo insists, making fists and shaking. But he does take her for granted. He treats her like a little 50's housewife, protects her too much and lets her run his world. She must be beat, exhausted all the time and he hates himself, hates that awful Akito is right. So he tells him the one thing he's wrong about, lets him know that he and Tohru never did the deed, that he respects her, loves her more than that.
Akito just laughs.
“That's not surprising,” he says, hacking harshly into the phone. The fit passes and he cracks up, head pounding to the beat of his laughter. “It's not about respect Kyo-kun, it's about Tohru-kun rejecting you. You should have seen her with me Kyo, she was a little animal, I was worn out. She's got real nice tits though, if a little small. Too bad you'll never get to see them, eh?”
“Jesus Christ Akito, you don't have to trash talk her like that…” Kyo mutters, dead and defeated by now. He just soaks in Aki's truths, lets them in his head like stories from the bible. Akito shouts a little more, grins gleefully about the clear-cut misery. He orders Kyo-kun over, first thing in the morning with everything he thinks he needs.
“If you're not here when I wake up, I'll cut your meals from three a day to two,” he tells him, planning to rouse himself by five, beat Kyo at all costs because he needs these little things. If Kyo eats less then maybe Akito eats more, maybe he'll keep down food for once and get better. And if the rest of the Sohma's have lives that make them want to die, maybe Akito's will be worth living.
Magical thinking is all he has.
And Tohru. He has his honeybee fast asleep and he could be beside her, could be clinging to the only one worth living for. If he died he doesn't think she'd blink, but Akito's so good at lying to himself. He mocks Kyo a little longer, turns off the phone before the cat can plead his case. Akito staggers back to bed, downs a painkiller and he crashes next to Tohru. She's so sweet and he strokes her hair, thinking how much she'll hate him when she wakes and finds her Kyo-kun caged.
 
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Nana: This was one hard chapter to write. I rewrote nearly every paragraph because I didn't quite know what I was doing, but that's okay, as you can see I've got it now. I feel bad leaving you guys in suspense like this, but you'll find out more in chapter five. (Chapter five already, wow. I only just started this thing!)
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