Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Everybody Wants Her ❯ Chapter Fourteen - Victim ( Chapter 14 )

A/N: Howdy do! Thank you so much for shoving my review count up so high! This is the first time I've ever gotten into the triple digits, you loyal readers are the greatest. Keep up your reviewing and I'll try and keep providing a nifty story!

Now I'm sure you're doing cartwheels of devastating ecstasy at the thought of getting to read my new chapter sooner than you thought you would. If you're not, then congratulations, you're sane!

This here chapter is mightily disturbing, as you'll soon see. Not for those prone to vomiting with rage all over their keyboards. I can't tell you exactly what goes down, but this is a pretty pivotal moment right here. As I mentioned before, bad bad things occur. Also, I do make up a bit about Akito's past and history…none of that fun stuff from the girl-Akito story line. While I'm sure it's fantastic, I don't know enough about it, nor do I want to try and figure out how to make Akito a boy in the midst of it all. So yeah. All hail my imaginary trauma!

Read on and have fun!

 

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Everybody Wants Her

Chapter Fourteen - Victim

 

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Minutes into stomping off, Akito sinks weak-kneed to the grass-spiked ground. His sinuses swell at the scent of it and he snarls, pissed to add another symptom to the list of his disease. He's exhausted, glued to the ground with a raging fever, doubting that he'll ever make it up at all. But Akito's not one to give in easily, not one to just ignore the kitty's sins against his girl. He won't let himself believe she might have wanted it, but in his head is Tohru begging, on her knees for Kyo-kun's cock. It hurts him more to think of this, feeds the fury firing him.

So he staggers up, self dragging. Kyo's cage is ages from here and every step is shooting pains throughout his legs, it's breath draining from his lungs and leaving him. He'll make it though he has to hurdle past the clouding in his eyes, the hammer breaking brain cells in his head, he'll manage. In time his stiff hands reach out and cradle soiled bars, Kyo-kun's piss-stained fingers clawing on the other side. Both are weak and the screams take some time to bubble up. But they do, they do since both are bleeding, bloody furious. “The fuck are you doing here?!” Kyo snaps, ragged nails breaking holes in Aki's paper skin. “What do you want from me you son of a bitch, haven't you already taken everything!?”

Akito snatches his arms away, seething as he stumbles aimlessly, dizzy mind catching up to where he is. “I don't know Ky—”—a massive coughing fits takes him down, gets him laughing with rage as he glowers upward. “If you…if you t-think it's…possible to…take everything…and leave with n-nothing then…then I guess that's what I…did.”

“Oh don't even try that half-assed philosophy shit, you have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. Okay fine, you're out of your mind, but Akito you have everything I've ever wanted, she was supposed to be mine!” Kyo-kun weakens, face crumbling under pressure of the Lord. He straightens his stoop, blinks back rushing tears and glares at Akito. “You think you suffer so much. You have no idea what it's like to be your victim, no fucking idea. Do you see this?” He points to the all the wreck around him, to the shit and piss and rotting cat food. “This is my life because of you.”

“I do suffer!” he shrieks, hands through the bars to beat him but his wrist is taken, twisted tight. “I feel like shit Kyo, I feel like I'm about to die! Every day of my life it's like this, and I thought I at least had Tohru-kun to make things better. She was going to be my…my wife, we were going to get married she was…she was going to have my baby and I really thought that…we'd be…happy. You, Kyo-kun you…you ruined EVERYTHING!!” The rage picks up again after a brief stretch of calm, Aki's wrenching free and reaching for the kitty's neck. “If you hadn't fucking seduced her, if you hadn't raped her we'd have been happy together! I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY KYO!”

“What do you think I want!?” Kyo-kun asks, neck twisting hard to free itself of Akito. “I want exactly what you want, a chance to live a normal life with somebody I love, with Tohru. And it would have worked if you hadn't come along and made her want to be your fucking mom! You raped her not me, she wants me!”

“How could she want you?” Aki questions, retching at the scent that he's created, at Kyo-kun brown and stained. “She's a little thick but she's not an idiot Kyo, she knows everything about you! You're a murderer, you killed your mom and you're a freak—”—Kyo-kun socks him, yells not this fucking monologue, he's heard this bullshit all before.

“Maybe I'm a freak,” says Kyo, “but you need medication. You shouldn't be allowed near Tohru-kun, you shouldn't be allowed near my daughter. You should never have been allowed near anyone Akito, they should have locked you up instead of me!”

Akito shudders, wonders if he's right. When those cold thoughts come he spaces out, spits vomit through the cage at Kyo-kun's feet. “Well there's my stomach acid, it can live with you and all your filth in the cage until you die.”

Normally he'd notice this, say Akito's disgusting and he needs to learn some manners. But he's so used to the repulsive now that it doesn't faze him, all he wants is to berate him, shove his face in every one of his mistakes. “I may hate the rat-boy, but even I think you ought to be jailed for what you did to him. Back when we lived at Shigure's he used to wake up screaming. When that happened, when I asked he'd always say he'd been dreaming about you. Sometimes he'd slap his face in the mirror because it looked so fucking much like yours. Tohru was the one who went to him at night, but he only told me what you fucking did.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” says Akito, sick and shrinking, trying to work out how this shred of past has come to haunt him. He thinks he knows about the time Kyo means, the desperate moment when Yuki-kun became his everything. They were kids, just babies with Akito on the tail end of chemotherapy. He was weak, frighteningly weak and wigless, he'd grown allergic to the coarse material. So Akito had sat there bald and trembling in his bed, Yuki on the floor engrossed in his retarded Gameboy Pocket. What he remembers is sitting slowly up and speaking to him, begging him to come to bed, please, it's so cold and lonely here and he can't take it anymore, he'll die. He remembers Yuki saying no.

“You raped him,” Kyo sneers. “That's why I'm saying that you did the same to Tohru. Both of them are so pretty, and you're a pervert, you're a fucking sadist and you wanted them in pain. I don't know why you had to turn on Tohru, I'd have been just fine with you banging the rat.”

Akito shivers, hands on his ears and he screams, “shut up Kyo, this has nothing to do with anything! First of all,” he coughs, “first of all you're only saying I hurt my honeybee because you want to believe that she loves you. And as for Y-yuki-kun…well I can't believe you're taking him face value. I didn't think you were that stupid Kyo.”

“Why would he lie about that?” Kyo asks, head tipped just a little to the side. “I had to threaten him to get him to tell me what the fuck was going on. Yuki and me aren't friends, it's not like he's gonna open up about this shit unless it's serious.” And he trails off, smacked straight in the face by something Aki's said before. “Your honeybee? Is that what you call her you sick little…Akito she doesn't want to be with you! Maybe she thinks she does but you're hurting her right, you're hitting Tohru and my little girl. How could she…she's not…she's not stupid you're…you're a fucking rapist Akito!!”

“Haven't you got anything else to say to me?!” Aki screams, choking on lung-blood, welling up and he's breathless, voiceless for a time. The blood gets stuck, clots in his throat for ages `til he coughs it up, pants in pain as his eyes rip into Kyo's. “I'm…a lot of things Kyo, b-bad things but a rapist is something I'm not…s-she's, she's all I have Kyo, she's all I fucking have! She loves me she…”

“Then why did she cheat on you?” Kyo asks, grinning with the malice dripping from his lips like drool. “If she loves you so much, what the hell was she doing fucking me?! Taeko's my daughter Akito; it's pretty obvious we were getting it on!”

“I'LL KILL YOU!” Aki shrieks, voice weak again, straining with the strength of his unholy rage. “You're dead Kyo, you're fucking dead! I'm God, okay, I am the Sohma and I will not tolerate this bullshit! You're the cat!” he snarls, digging through his robes for keys, for a means to enter, beat the kitty up. “You're the cat and you've got no right to say anything, you're a monster who's forgotten his place!”

And he's really fired up now, stepping heavy in the fecal mess of Kyo-kun's cage. He swings for him, lands a hit but Kyo's got him by the wrist again, he's twisting. Akito can feel the bones come loose, the tendons snap as the hand goes slack and useless. “My place?!” Kyo spits, “you want me to learn my place? How about this O Lord And Savoir Akito, my place is lying down where Tohru is, with my dick in her cunt `cause we're cooking up another gorgeous healthy baby! And your place can be rotting in a fucking coffin!”

Aki swallows, scared but striving for composure, for that awful stance that's gonna make the kitty mind. He knows that Kyo-kun only says these horrid things to make him nervous, Kyo's not a predator, he's mad but Tohru's precious, he's lovingly protective. Not like Akito, Akito who just needs and needs and needs without cause, without reason he will hurt you, he needs your blood in his hands to feel alive. To keep his claws and knuckles docile, down, would be the same as saying hey I'm weak, I'm powerless. You can kill me, go ahead.

It would not be hard for any of the Sohma clan to kill him. This thought scares Akito so bad he nearly cries, and Kyo-kun proves it. Kyo-kun rips his broken wrist the wrong way, gets him screaming with his eyes rolled back. “Ohhh…” he moans, “oh that hurt…”

“Yeah you don't have to orgasm over it,” Kyo-kun says, kicking Aki down and he tries to stand up, tries to hit him but with one failed punch it's over, he's on the floor again, back bleeding. Kyo-kun's laughing, eyes boiling with the thrill of what he's done. He is the only one who's dared oppose this particular god, for this he'll go down in Sohma history. Kyo-kun kicks him, grinds his grimy toenails into Aki's ribcage. “I don't care if you're God,” he says, “religion's a choice, I don't have to worship you. I mean seriously, what kind of god can't defend himself? You deserve everything I do to you and more.”

Akito screams as Kyo tears strips of oaub all down his back, calls him every name he thinks of from a mommy-killing Tohru-rapist to a pirouetting jelly bean. Tears fly from his eyes and he beats his fists, kicks hard to make him stop, it isn't working. Kyo-kun bends his legs back, snaps the brittle bones like twigs in winter. Then he flips him over, pounds him in front `til his yukata slips, yields a bruised and bleeding shoulder.

Unthinking, Kyo-kun peels the garment off, looks at Aki's skinny body with a grimace and a glare. He hadn't meant for this to be the punishment, but it's perfect really, penance for his every sin. Kyo-kun pulls his boxers down, worn against tradition to guard the warped, the ruined things down there. Kyo-kun hadn't known about Yanyan, he'd been clueless as to the Eggy and the Raisin. But he sees them and he giggles, laughs maniacally at the lame excuse for manhood that he's just unearthed. “The fuck?” he says, reaching for the shriveled dick and squeezing hard. “This is…oh god Akito. This is what you, this is what you've been sticking into Tohru-kun? You can't even call this…oh Jesus Christ…”

Akito's face turns screaming red, he tries to twist free but it's hopeless, all he does is send anguish shooting everywhere. “D-don't, don't touch me,” he hisses, eyes wide in fear, he's shaking. And Kyo-kun, he just tips his head, smiles soft and asks him why.

“I don't see what the big deal is,” he says, “those things aren't even genitals, what do you care if I mess with `em a little? It's better than when I broke your fucking leg.” He checks the bone, makes sure he's right, it's wrecked now. Kyo-kun's laughing, half-hysterical as he crushes Aki's swollen balls. He laughs so hard it's hard to breathe, his sides and stomach ache as he smiles. Aki's head is filled with Tohru-kun, her slurring speech when she said that she liked Yanyan, she loved him, wanted him and wanted him deformed. Sick, the way he is. Kyo knows nothing; his mocking touch means nothing at all.

“Stop,” he begs, “please stop…”

But he won't, Aki knows he won't `cause he remembers last time, when the kitty said he hadn't stopped for Tohru-kun, he had no right to ask for mercy of his own. He's stuck on the idea that Aki's raped her, needing it to keep from wanting to curl up dead right there. Kyo-kun turns him over, rakes nails down his back and spreads him open, asks “how would you like it if I raped you? I mean you obviously deserve it, and you seem to be so convinced that I'm capable of it, why the hell shouldn't I just prove it to you? I mean what have I got to lose right? We're both in hell, it's not like things can get any worse!”

And Aki wants to say this is worse, he wants to throw him off but he can't, the blood loss has him dizzy, he's worried that his oozing wounds on the floor will cause infection. It seems ludicrous that that should matter now, but the medical is all that's ever mattered in the eyes of those who care. Here he is laying in wait to be raped, and all he's thinking is what the shit'll do to him, how Hatori can treat his broken bones.

What would normally torment him is a goddamn comfort in the face of this. Of Kyo stripping nude and beating off so he can slam right in, shoot pain through his rectum and the rest of him. It's up his spine and in his lungs somehow, maybe this agony's got nothing to do with it, he'll just focus on the coughing now. Every spasm sears his throat, coats it in blood, it just kills him. But it's better than Kyo-kun's sandpaper hands pushing on his shoulder blades, his bony hips crashing down around him. “You can't do this…” he whimpers, “you w-won't, you won't get away with it…”

“Christ would you move or something!?” bellows Kyo, ignoring him. “It's not like I want to be doing this, it's just that it's what you deserve, so could you at least make it suck a little less for me?”

It seems like hours but it's maybe minutes before Kyo-kun comes and says he's done, it's over. He had not enjoyed that no, but fucking is fucking and what can you do, he felt something. All Kyo's guilt is buried fast, it's beaten. Pity's not okay because he doesn't think that Aki's ever felt remorse, he needs to suffer now for sinning. And Kyo feels selfish, empty-souled. He stands up and steps on the heap of human, watches him whine as he fakes a grin. The doors swinging open thanks to Akito not locking it, there's no way in hell Kyo's going to stay here.

“Bye bye psycho,” he says, almost scared to skip on out of there. But Kyo's been locked up nearly a year, he can't pass up this chance, he's gonna to head for Kazuma's old dojo now, crash there `til he figures what to do. He doesn't dare show up around the Sohma, when it's God against the Beast there's just no contest, he's the loser every time. So he pulls his pants up, hits the zipper and steps outside, head held high to the mist of freedom.

Keys click in the cage door, locking Aki in.

Kyo leaves.

 

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Nana: Didn't I tell you it would be disturbing? Anyway I hoped that everybody liked, and if you're freaked out by the content, rest assured that I am too. But hell, they finally do it, though there's no love involved whatsoever. The real Kyokito was way back in Chapter Nine. Anyway yes. I thought that this event was pretty damn significant, and would be a bit diluted if I added anything more to the chapter. Don't worry though, this isn't going to be one of those fics where someone gets raped and it's no big deal, the whole thing will be dealt with soon. Also, the whole Yuki-kun thing shall be explained.

Anyway, happy holidays to you all, I hope this depressing little tale served to enhance them somehow. Now go ahead and click on the little review button, I'd like mine made better too!