Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Everything ❯ A New Intent ( Chapter 8 )

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AN: Greetings my furry friends (?) It is I, you're ever-reliable, friendly fanfiction author come to save the day! [Does anyone remember that paper-boy from the anime?] I loved that scene where Yuki had to push him out of the way to save Kagura, it was just hilarious.



I decided to reply to the reviews that were left for chapter eight because I actually have some free time to spare! I always want to reply to all your fantastic reviews, but never get the chance since I'm always so busy, but today I will, because my son Nathan is at his grand-parents home visiting and for the first time, I feel at ease to sit down and write. (The other times, I've been so jumpy, worrying and fussing over Nathan that it's been exhausting to just even sit down at my computer). So, here goes.




PeaceSeeker; Your pen-name speaks volumes, PeaceSeeker. There needs to be much more of that in our world! Thank you for giving me such wonderful, insightful reviews, you're so kind! I personally love the dynamic of Ayame and Mine's relationship, it's so complex and they just belong together, ne? And with regard to Tohru's dream, that was one of my favorite scenes too! It was so perfect and sweet, I couldn't resist adding it. A fellow artist? ;;hugs;; wonderful, it's never a bad thing to have too many artists in the world... Mm, no sympathies for my other half, he deserved to be embarrassed ;;evil grin;;



Ariyana; Hello miss! You've been with me from the beginning, how can I ever thank you for that? Many characters have yet to make a cameo, but they will all get their chance, I promise. Don't you just love Aki? Whether it's the manga version or the anime, such a diverse character, ne? I plan on developing that further in this fanfic and there will be some surprises in store. Hatori is just one of my absolute favorite characters, he is just so... I can't put it into words, but my husband reminds me of him with his personality, so I suppose I'm quite lucky. In many ways, friends have categorized our relationship as an Ayame-Hatori dynamic, me being somewhat like Ayame), which is pretty scary and a bit far from the truth come of think of it... Oh and before I forget, a big thank you for the review you left me on your site, I was pleasantly surprised!



pruningshears; You, my dear, are the sweetest! Thank you for your comments, I try very hard to keep everyone in character as much as possible. Of course, people do change over the years and I tried to factor that into my writing, but I didn't want everyone to be too different. And about Akito... ;;has evil grin;; who says that he can't do anything to our dear Tohru-kun? There is going to be many surprises coming your way so be ready! I hope you enjoy this newest chapter.



animefreak54; Thank you so much for including me in your website! And you actually asked lol, some people just hijack fics and post them on their sites, but you, being so polite, actually asked me lol. I hope you like where this fanfic is going so far!



Yukako; I'm probably being incredibly stupid, so forgive me, but what does your name mean? lol, I'm fascinated by it. Is it from an anime or did you use a Japanese word or do a 'Yukiru' mish-mash? Anyway, hormones are evil! Try explaining that to my husband and he'll just fob the idea off... the poop. He thinks I purposely set out to humiliate him, which is not true.. But the Backstreet Boys? I can see how that could be classified as marital abuse. Ah.. You don't like Toriru? I'm saddened... BUT you like this Toriru so it doesn't matter. (This isn't really a Toriru though.. Maa, you'll see in future chapters what I mean). And you're another Ayame/Mine fan! That makes me wonder.. Are there many closet A/M fans out there? I haven't seen any good ficitons of them around... Maybe I should write a separate one, what do you think? Thanks for your review!



sayuri; Ee, such a long, wonderful review! I think you're the only person to mention the other pair of eyes at the garden, so perceptive! Well.. I don't want to give too much away, but let's just say our Tohru-kun has a stalker following her every move. Yuki and Kyo are great, ne? It was so hard to find a balance in their characters, with them disliking but tolerating one another because of Tohru's absence. AND they both love her, so It makes for good drama. My husband was humiliated, wasn't he? lol, oh well, I suppose it just comes with the territory of being married to an anime-loving, manga-reading nut of a woman!



Pia Bartolini; Really? I'm the only other person you know who's heard of Leona Naess and Mindy Smith? That should be a crime, a crime I tell you! All of my friends have heard of them, their songs really just go around through networking and people talking about them, seeing as they don't have much publicity for their music in the public market. And Norah Jones? Oh please! The lovely Leona was out with her albums way before Norah Jones. The injustice that occurs in the music world is just dreadful ne? I think everyone misunderstands Akito, whether in the manga or the anime. I find it challenging to test their ideas of his 'evil' nature by presenting him in such a way, that people can't help but sympathize. Thanks for your review!



sweet-girl8270; The plot will be revealed soon my dear, soon! And thank you for your encouraging reviews, they're so wonderful!



Mizu no Kenshi; Are you a newbie? Yes, I think you are! Great talent stems from an overwhelming desire to please, so I hope this chapter pleases you! I never thought this furuba fanfic of mine would generate such interest, I feel incredibly surprised and amazed at the response. Thank you for reviewing.



FurryCat; I got my opening line from your name! Oh and you took the time to review every chapter thus far, how kind of you! I know I'm evil... lol.



WingedChibiWarriorGirl; I am nearing the wonderful age of twenty-one this year, (young I know, but with everything that has happened in my life and certain circumstances, I feel older than my years). Why do you ask? How old are you? lol. Thanks for reviewing.



Priscilla; I will be updating The Mistress in the upcoming weeks, the editing of forthcoming, weekly chapters is taking longer than I expected but hopefully it will be done soon. There will be some surprises for you in the new chapter and I will be able to update the story weekly, along with this one. Thanks for reviewing!



newt; I love your pen-name, newt! Hatori-san might not be sad for long, I have wonderful plans for our favorite dragon ;D Thanks for your review



Raven; Thank you for you wonderful comments! It's good to know that I've made you feel sympathetic for Kyo, seeing as I'm not too fond of him myself! Does this mean that you're behind the Yuki x Tohru pairing 100%, if you are, then you never know, keep supporting the pairing, you might get a surprise! I hope you like this chapter!



Previously...
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"YOUR'E WRONG!" He screamed, whirling away from the window to face the kneeling man once more, "She will always be Honda Tohru. Always!" He reached out in his blinding ferocity, grasping a delicately adorned shoji panel before tossing it against the wall in heated anger. The shredding sound gave him such a sense of grim satisfaction, it sounded as though he were ripping at live human flesh. "Say it," Akito growled demandingly, "Say it, Hatori! Honda Tohru. I want you to fucking say it!"



Hatori barely flinched at the sudden outburst, "Akito-san," he reasoned, "She's married... And she has a child..."



"I don't care, I don't care, I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" His enraged outburst echoed through his private room. All could hear his anger, but none would question it. Nor would they dare to reprimand him for it, if they had any sense at all.



The dragon edged back slightly, fearful of getting caught up in the man's bitter and violent onslaught.



"You loved her, didn't you?" Akito accused, pointing his frail finger at the confused doctor.




"Why the hell are you here?" Kyo demanded rudely.



Yuki ignored the frustrated feline as he seated himself at the comfortably built low table. The heated blankets were a source of hidden welcome and joy for the rat as he burrowed beneath them decisively.



"Hey, answer me!" Kyo bellowed louder, marching into the room and making Yuki wince in annoyance.



"Lower your voice, Kyo," he cautioned, "I'm not deaf."



"What?" The cat sputtered, "Your better have a damn good reason for showing up here and invading my privacy!"



Yuki sighed. He could see that the orange-haired man was still as temperamental as ever, perhaps even more so than the last time he visited. "What happened?" He asked curiously.



"Huh? What do you mean?" The cat balked.



His violet eyes narrowed with suspicion, "You're seem to be angrier than usual," he commented thoughtfully.



Kyo looked everywhere but directly at him. He frowned as he seated himself across from his former rat rival. "It's nothing," he mumbled slowly, tapping his fingers against the wooden table in an off-beat rhythm.



Yuki persisted with his interrogation, "Are you so stupid that you can't even tell me the truth? Stupid cat," he added for good measure.



He blinked in wonder as the cat made no move to respond.



"I saw her," Kyo said finally, causing Yuki to scowl.



"Who?"



"Her, you dumb rat."



Yuki hesitated, casting his gaze down to the table. "How was she?" He asked the orange-haired man softly.



"She seemed... Happy," Kyo replied reluctantly.



"Was she with her husband?" Yuki waited with bated breath for the answer.



Kyo looked up to the ceiling, "No..." He smiled slightly, "She was just with her son and... It felt like I was in a dream, speaking to her again. I didn't want to wake up."



"Why do I get the feeling that you hardly said a word and that she was the one doing all the talking?" Yuki said wryly.



The orange cat smirked, his amber eyes flashing with amusement, "Yeah, it went something like that."



"I'm so shocked," the weary rat muttered sarcastically as he cupped his chin within the palm of his hand. "I can't even face her..." He confessed suddenly, causing Kyo to stare at him in disbelief.



"Why not?"



"Because every time I see her, it reminds me of everything that I will never, and can never have."



Kyo felt slightly disturbed by the emotionally constipated rat's honest confession. He pondered the words silently, unsure of whether to respond or not. He opted for the latter and so, the pair continued to remain sitting in silence for the remainder of the day.




"Ha'ri. "



"Momiji," Hatori acknowledged the young man with a nod, indicating for him to enter the quiet house where he resided.



"You're soaked to the bone," Momiji observed as they entered his office, "You didn't decide to take a shower in the rain, did you?"



Hatori looked at the adult rabbit dubiously. Even though he was a fully grown lawyer, he still made some of the most outrageous comments that boggled the mind and astounded the sea-green dragon.



"No," he said dryly, "I wasn't showering in the rain. I... Had some business to attend to within the estate and forgot my umbrella."



They sat facing one another, Hatori in his chair and Momiji on the tatami floor.



"The weather has been all over the place lately," Momiji agreed half-heartedly, fidgeting in his seat on the floor.



"How can I help you?" The doctor asked conveniently, getting straight to the heart of the matter.



The rabbit paused with uncertainty, "I-it's about Tohru-kun."



"No," Hatori said with finality.



Momiji blinked, "But, you don't even know what I'm about to ask!"



"You want to see her, don't you?"



The blond-haired man nodded reluctantly.



"The answer is still no," Hatori confirmed, folding his arms as he gazed sternly at the younger man.



"That's not fair!" The rabbit whined, almost bouncing on his knees.



Hatori took a deep breath and released it with his frustration. "Do you want Torhu-kun to remember everything? All the pain and sadness she has been caused?"



"No..."



"Then I suggest you do not ask me again," Hatori scolded, shaking his head.



Momiji turned his head to look at the open shoji panels that led onto his cousin's back garden. He smiled slightly as he remembered the first time he had brought Tohru here to see the doctor. She had been nervous and frightened but when he explained to her of Hatori's situation with Kana... She cried, she cried for him and the utter loneliness that he felt inside but did not, could not display.



There wasn't a moment that passed when he didn't remember the happier times with Tohru in their lives. All he wanted, was for her to be part of it once more. But he didn't want it at the cost of her happiness, not if it meant that she would be unhappy... He listened to the rain dripping onto the raised wooden deck and felt tears of his own cloud his vision.



Hatori was right... He knew it, but he at least wanted to try and see if there was any way for her to be in their lives. But there wasn't; it was all hopeless.




The villa was silent. She slowly opened her sleep-encumbered eyes as the gentle caress of a familiar hand upon the peak of her cheek, woke her. A smile spread across her features as she slowly sat up from her horizontal position on the bed, cuddled up against her son's sleeping form.



"You're back," she whispered, so as not to wake the slumbering boy.



He smiled at her wearily, the long hours of the day creasing at the corners of his eyes, "Have you eaten?" Hitoshi stepped back quietly from the bed, removing the heavy jacket that seemed to weigh him down.



Tohru nodded in affirmation before standing softly from the bed so that she could usher her husband out of their son's room.



"Did something happen?" He asked, once they were safely inside the confines of their own room. He had been thoroughly confused and concerned to find his son and wife curled up in the bed together, as Tohru usually waited for him to return before they retired to bed together.



She sighed, as though she were expelling the day's excitement, "Toshi came down with a fever this afternoon."



Worry flickered in his eyes as his hands traversed towards his collar, "Is he..?"



"He's fine now," she said quickly, to appease his troubled mind, "I had Hatori-san come and look at him. He gave Toshi an injection and told me to call him if there was no improvement."



Hitoshi frowned, "Why didn't you call me?"



Tohru shrugged sheepishly, "I didn't want to worry you, you've been working so hard and it's supposed to be our vacation. And besides, he's all right now," she smiled encouragingly before stepping closer to help untie his tie, "Hatori-san was incredibly helpful. You know, he reminds me of you in many ways... Only he seems to have such an air of sadness about him... I wonder why."



He looked down silently at the top of her brunette head as she set about loosening and extracting his tie from the expert knot she had created for him in the morning. For some reason, he felt relieved to know that the Sohma man had been there to calm his wife.



Hitoshi knew how worried she could get when either he or Toshi fell ill, and he had seen it on many an occasion. It was endearing, it was thoughtful, it was indefinitely Tohru. "It's good that he was there but next time, will you please call me?" He pleaded, taking her hands away from his collar so that he could place gentle butterfly kisses upon the small bumps of her knuckles.



He almost grinned as she blushed.



"Ok," she agreed, smiling as he pulled her close. "But, have you eaten?" She asked suddenly, startling him from the fantastical, naughty thoughts that had formed in his mind. He knew what he wanted to eat... His ears reddened slightly.



"I have," he replied.



A knot formed in the pit of his stomach.



He felt astonishingly guilty for being too busy to spend time with his wife during this week-long break. "Tohru, tomorrow, it will just be the three of us. No business interference, no phone calls, nothing, ok?" He could see that she had been secretly upset that they couldn't spend more time with one another. Perhaps he could have the vacation extended for another week; he was certain that the Head of the Sohma family wouldn't mind if they imposed on his offer for another week, surely?



He blinked as his wife's arms wound around his neck. "Are you sure that's wise Hitoshi?" She teased lightly, "After all, your business means everything to you, doesn't it?"



A soft chuckle trundled it's way out from the crevice of his lips, "No, Tohru, you mean everything to me."



She tilted her head lovingly, leaning closer so that their noses touched. To his pleasant surprise, he soon felt her small hands undoing the buttons of his snowy white shirt at a leisurely pace, gaining his interest with every button that came undone. He closed his eyes, bringing his lips down upon hers with a startling ferocity, that stunned even himself.



She didn't seem to mind though, as he slowly pushed her against the wall, careful not to make any noise that could disturb their son. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he was certain that she felt exhilarated and pleased by the sudden burst of passion. He knew his wife, and he knew that she responded to any outward, meaningful action of love; it was one of the qualities she possessed, that he'd been drawn to.



As her delicate fingers brushed the newly bared skin of his chest, he couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man to ever walk the earth.




"Shi-Sh i-gu-re!"



He looked up from the blank pages on his desk, smiling secretly as his editor kneeled before him, with her hands clasped together in a pleading manner. "What's the matter Mii-chan?" He asked innocently, tapping the side of his face in false wonder.



"Stop looking at those blank pages and start writing!" The thirty-three year old woman cried, "I need those final few pages tonight by midnight, otherwise we won't be able to publish your book!"



"But Mii-chan..." He whined pathetically.



"No buts!" She screamed, grabbing the tips of her newly grown, shoulder-length hair so that she could pull at them in an outward show of frustration. "I'm not leaving until I get those pages from you," she crossed her arms, as if to show that she meant business and that her threat was real. Which, to Shigure, wasn't much of a reason to halt his torturous games.



He enjoyed the feisty woman's company, and what was more, he enjoyed making her squirm. If his timing was correct, he had another hour and a half of teasing before he had to give her the previously finished pages of his latest novel. In many ways, he enjoyed torturing the woman he loved in such a manner. It made him feel younger than his years, which was a blessing in disguise. He didn't want to face the eventuality of becoming older and Mii helped to make him feel younger than his thirty-six years.



What confused him though, was the strange fact that she always seemed to forget how, many times before, he had withheld completed pages of his novels just so that he could watch her grovel and scream. It was as if she had disregarded or forgotten the previous times he had played that particular ruse on her, as though she expected him to fail in delivering his much needed chapters. If that was the case, then Shigure felt slightly offended that she could think he would honestly not have his novels completed on time.



The idea gave him even more incentive to keep hassling and torturing her.



"Why are you grinning?" She sobbed, slumping down further onto the floor, "It's not funny... Sensei Shigure is so heartless..."



He frowned slightly, "Sensei?"



She blinked, withdrawing from her outburst, "Hm?" She sniffled.



"Mii-chan," he said suggestively, "Are you saying that I'm old?"



"No," she started in confusion, "I've always seen you as a Sensei, because of your writing and your profession. Why? Is that not appropriate?"



His eyebrow twitched thoughtfully, "Hm," he could see her watching him expectantly from the corner of his eye. "... But aren't you older than me? Surely I should be honoring you," he finally said. A twisted smile lightened his face as she gaped and sputtered at his cleverly implied insult. He knew that she was younger than him but to be able to jest about her age was truly a blessing in disguise.



Ah Mii-chan, he thought affectionately, I do wish you could see how much I love...



The surprising thought trailed off and his demeanor quickly grew serious.



He quietly watched his editor rattle on about work ethics, morals and a writer's principles, her face growing a crimson from his embarrassing comment.



If only she could see...




The hour was late.



It had been a long day. The shop had been filled to the brim with customers looking for certain, specialist fabrics and they even had a few people come in and inquire about the personal, hand-made dresses and costumes that were made. It took an incredibly long time to get their orders written and sorted, but in the end, after much running around the store, it had been done.



"Mine, are you leaving?" Ayame said softly, drawing her out from the busy thoughts that buzzed around in her mind.



"Not yet," she replied absently as she continued to tally up the total takings of the day.



She froze as she felt her employer lean above her, looking over her shoulder at the account book that rested upon the counter.



"How did we do?" He asked loudly, causing her to wince.



She couldn't help but smile at his boisterous antics.



"We did extremely well, Ayame-san."



"Good, good!" He drew back from her, causing her to release her breath in a silent, relieved rush, "After all, my shop is the best shop that has ever been in existence!" She could see his eyes shining with pride as he continued to remark about his own superiority and intelligence.



He stopped talking briefly, regarding her silent demeanor with confusion, "Does Mine not agree?" He pouted playfully.



"I do, forgive me, I'm just very tired from the long day. Ayame-san's shop is the best shop in the entire world," she assured enthusiastically.



"Oh," he looked momentarily disappointed, before blinking away the unexpected emotion, "Of course, of course! Mine is right, it is the best shop in the wo-r-ld."



Mine smiled as he continued to patter around the shop floor, examining and straightening the various fabrics on display. She rose from the stool so that she could clear up the counter and put away the account books. They would need to go to the bank in the morning; it was Ayame's job, but somehow he always seemed to conveniently 'forget' that it was his task, and so she would be the one to visit the bank with his shop's taking.



It was a wonder that his shop ran as smoothly as it did, she was certain that without her, he would find himself all over the place. Which was one reason, even though she knew of his secret, that she would never leave him. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone in his shop... Their shop.



"Hello-o-o!"



She looked up from the counter to see Ayame waving maniacally at her, "Yes Ayame-san?"



Within a split second, his entire character changed and grew incredibly serious, "Will Mine allow me to accompany her home? It's very dangerous for a woman to be out late at night by herself."



Mine opened her mouth to decline, but something stopped her. She wasn't sure if it was the look on his face, or the serious twinkle in his eye, but she decided to accept, "Thank you, that's very kind of you."



There was a moment where he remained staring silently at her, causing her to shift awkwardly under the deep penetration of his mesmerising golden eyes. In that moment, she wanted to tell him that she knew, tell him that she knew of everything... But then, he tilted his head and suddenly grinned broadly, causing the serious demeanor that had been displayed only seconds ago, to shatter with his jovial manner, and along with it, her resolve.




A feathered kiss brushed lightly upon her temple. The lips felt soft, like the delicate strands of china silk caressing her skin, as they trailed down to the smooth curvature of her cheek. She shifted in her sleep, arching towards the wonderfully warm lips as they tapered down to the column of her throat.



The dream felt so real, as the wandering hands traced her delicate naked curves. It was a sensation unlike any other, one that caused her to open her eyes.



She blinked away the sleep in her blurry eyes, so that her surroundings slowly came into focus.



A strangled gasp formed within the chords of her throat as the shadow that loomed above her, faded away into the ebony void of the room.



Her heart thundered wildly against her ribcage as she abruptly sat up, turning on the switch of the bedside lamp as she did so.



The room was empty.



Still sitting in the bed, she turned to face her husband expectantly, only to find him slumbering peacefully beside her. A million questions flew into her mind at once, unable to relent or appease the confusion she felt.



"Hitoshi?" She whispered fearfully.



He woke abruptly, fully alert and surprised by the fear that had resounded within the fringes of her voice. "What? What happened?" He said, sitting up to join her.



Tohru frowned, "I..." She trailed off, unsure as to how she could explain what happened. What if she had imagined the shadow? It was a possibility. She felt rather silly at the prospect of seeing a strange shadow lurking within their villa.



"Tohru?" Hitoshi prompted, which forced her to smile and shake her head.



"It's nothing, I'm sorry to have woken you," she reassured.



"Are you sure?" She could see that he didn't believe her and in some ways, he was right not to.



Instead of saying anything more on the matter, she leaned across the bed, cradling the cotton sheet to her bare chest so that she could place an assuring kiss upon his lips. He responded automatically, his shoulders relaxing as they drew deeper into the kiss, the passion rising with each lazy second that passed around them. She almost giggled as he pushed her gently back to lay on the bed once more, moving to straddle her with a hearty intent.



Her eyes fluttered as his gentle kisses and strokes made her stomach flip-flop with anticipation.



"My beautiful Tohru," she felt him mumble into the sensitive folds of her ear. An illuminating smile played upon her lips as she turned her head to face the closed window of their darkened room. The gathering clouds in the sky flashed with electricity, unkempt and wild, ready to burst forth at any moment. The roar of thunder filled her ears as her husband parted her legs slowly, his fingers dancing across the soft flesh of her stomach.



As lightning flashed in the sky outside, a darkened silhouette by the window caught her notice.



Her heart flew into her mouth as she witnessed the shadow jump quickly away from the window, causing her to freeze in fear and confusion. Who could be watching?



Her husband seemed to notice the sudden change in her demeanor.



"Tohru?" He looked down at her with concern.



"There–" She started unsuccessfully, "I saw..."



"What did you see?" Hitoshi asked softly.



Tohru closed her eyes meekly, "Nothing," she whispered, "I must be more tired than I realized."



Hitoshi smiled understandingly before he rolled off to lay down beside her.



"I'm sorry," she apologized dejectedly, feeling more than upset at having refused her husband's advances. But how could she when–when she saw something that questioned the very state of her sanity.



He drew her close, dismissing her apologies as he cradled her within his strong arms. The fear and confusion she felt at her hallucinations slowly began to recede as she nestled closer in the safety of her husband's arms. Surely whatever had happened, whatever she had seen, was just a figment of her imagination?



For the sake of herself and her sanity, she hoped that it was.




He paced the tatami floor of his room relentlessly.



The whore. How could she be so blind? What gave her the right to be so utterly happy, when he himself suffered such pain and injustice!



Though it was done now, he knew that he should never have given the order for her memory to be erased. Instead of causing her to suffer with the Jyuunishi, she was happy, happy with being in the arms of her idiotic husband. Happy with fucking him and giving him sickly sweet, healthy children.



It wasn't fair!



Akito sank to his knees, his dripping wet hair sticking to his pale cheeks.



If he hadn't been there to frighten her, would they have..?



An angry growl formed behind his clenched teeth. He was seething, he was furious; furious that she would even allow that nobody of a man to touch her! He had made a mistake nine years ago, he should have kept her for himself and made her miserable with him instead of granting her freedom. He was certain that if he had her within his grasp, within his reach, then the cursed animals would come to see him as he truly was; their god.



They would have been forced love him, and worship, because they would know that someone as good as her, was with him, and then–and then...



He wouldn't have to feel so lonely.



The anger that had been building within him for the past hour, ready to erupt like a geyser, faded away with the endless torrents of rain that crashed against his closed window. He exhaled loudly, blinking away the images of Tohru and her husband in their bed.



He didn't know what had driven him there; he wanted to see what it was to have a normal life, a normal, loving relationship. When he was in the room, they looked so peaceful and she–she looked beautiful, sleeping so soundly, with no interruptions of vivid nightmares to cloud her dreams. She almost looked to be dead, had it not been for the rosy tint of her cheeks and the heavy breathing that indicated deep sleep.



He had nightmares... Every day. They never seemed to relent in their torment; all of them about death. He was envious of her, of them. She was actually smiling in her sleep! He didn't think that could be a possible feat, had he not seen it with his own eyes.


And then, to be compelled to touch her, kiss her! In a moment of insanity, he had allowed himself to do the unthinkable, think the unapproachable. She felt soft, like melted butter underneath the tips of his fingers. And it was a moment that he never wanted to end. But she awoke and he had been so frightened... For the first time, the great and almighty demi-god had been frightened–frightened by a small, insignificant little woman.


She had not caught him, but she had selfishly awoken her husband. Was she such an easy creature to scare? Or perhaps she had felt his kiss and responded to him? He did not know. He did not wish to know.



His anger resurfaced as he thought about his soaking wet condition, as he stood in the rain and glared into their room through the window. What they were about to do next made his stomach clench in disgust. But she had caught him again, this time by the window and so... He simply walked away. Akito could not help but smirk, perhaps she thought herself insane at witnessing imaginary shadows? Feeling imaginary kisses upon her smooth skin...



No, he would not have her break that way.



Akito wanted her to know.



He wanted her to know that life was not always as happy as the world she resided in.



For now, he would allow her some measure of peace. And then, she would know the true extent of the Sohma curse.



He would make her see... Everything.