Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Gathering Feathers ❯ Broken Hinges ( Chapter 1 )

Gathering Feathers

Warning: This story is extremely Alternative Universe with lots of doses of 'what ifs' to make you think and spoonfuls of "Out of character-ness", because this is very A/U. This story is not focused on Tohru like all those other pansy stories out there. This story focuses mainly on Rin and Saki, because they are so similar. Blah, this is going to be rated R for 'unusual situations', suicidal notations, freaky sadistic humor (I hope), sexual, physical, and mental abuse of the characters, and for some so called 'extreme situations'. If you don't care about any of that... I suggest you go on. Beware of alternate pairings mind you.

"You're so beautiful."

She giggled softly under his grip. "Shush. Do you want to get caught by Mojimi again?" She rose up to meet his lips as his hands circled her waist. Smiling between soft caresses of their lips, she reached out and grasped his hair slowly massaging his head. Growling a little because of soft ministrations, his hands went lower to the brim of her short skirt. She sighed with pleasure and let go the soft; silky, milky white hair on his head and her hands met up with his, down on her skirt.

"Mojimi's at the store. We won't have to worry about him." He said hoarsely, his voice filled with lethargy. His hands went inside of the folds of her skirt, softly rubbing the velvety skin. Her back arched against him, and she gave a quiet sigh. Then he gave a strangled cry, when she straighten up and pressed her pelvic bone against his. Giving him a small smirk, she slowly moved herself upward and downward, giving the boy shudders.

'How many times did they meet in secret doing this?' She wondered. Releasing their sexual fantasies to each other. Satisfying each other to forget his confusion, and her tough exterior. Two people, alone without anything but lots of shit in their lives. Two; alone; Hungry for each other, because of hormones, and their seductive looks. Short skirt and a lean waist. Cleavage to a tone chest. Black against snow and black. Loving it every second they touched.

Who could resist him?

Who could resist her?

Secret pleasures and dark fantasies coming alive, because they had no one to love. Stupid flings, but no one to fill that empty hungry but them; Purely an exchange between two very lonely people. No love, nothing but the same pure lust for love to bring them together. And when they part, all they'll miss is the heat of the night, and that companionship.

They were one, not two, when they were together. Two lonely people being made into a whole. A hunger being filled for the moment. A momentary pleasure. A distraction from the real world. The world of pain and misery. A dream where everything hurts. A nightmare, that never ends but continues on forever and ever until you can't handle it and you...

You die.

She blinked, as his mouth clamped on to hers.

'Two hormone raged teenagers that fuck like farm animals.' She thought.

"I need you Rin." He said before letting go of her and picking up his backpack. She blinked at the sudden coldness she felt without him to furnish her with the warmth she had felt moments ago. She carefully picked up his books which were strewn all across the floor earlier on the day. As she gave them to him, she stood and checked herself in the mirror. Straightening out her short skirt, and combing her hair with her fingers she turned to face him with a delicate eyebrow rose in question, before answering his previous statement.

"So do I, but I wasn't the one to let go." She said seductively, climbing on to his bed, licking her lips. "If you just climb here, I'm sure I could satisfy-"

"It's not that."

Turning serious, she gazed up at him suspiciously. "What the hell is it Hatsuharu." She said using his full name. She flipped her hair, and looked questioningly at him. It wasn't everyday he just stopped in the middle of a 'session.' His frame was against the wall in a relaxed position, with his hair swept in front of his eyes, making him more of an mysterious and confusing character then he generally was.

He was an extremely beautiful boy.

"I need you to stop doing this." He quietly said, locking her eyes in a stare with his. An awesome feeling took over her, and she shivered. How did he have the power to do this? Know things that people didn't, but still get so confused with habitual things?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asked, flipping her hair in a careless fashion and crossing her legs. He gave her no response, but a mocking stare that seemed to laugh at her. Great. So he was ganging up on her too. Oh how the world was so kind and nice to her. "Are you telling me you don't want to see me?"

He gave an empty response, but a simple lazy shrug, crossing his arms. "Do you want to see me?" She froze, stopping in mid breath. With every question, he would respond with one. He just didn't get it did he? She snarled, and grabbed her book bag and went out slamming the door forcefully. She stomped off grabbing her keys from her pocket and jamming them in her red convertible's door.

After all. Prostitutes don't fall in love.

[B r o k e n H i n g e s]

I woke up; Morning

I woke up dead today

I aged a thousand years, Or more

I flinch when you are nice

You kill me with a single world

When Angles fuck and Devils kiss.

I'm sure...

She had woken up from a fitful dream just like everyday. Stricken with nightmares since her life began. Choking on her own sobs, she stumbled her way to the bathroom and splashed water on her face, her luxurious long black hair getting damp, from the sweat, water, and tears. Breathing heavily, she began again her morning routine to distract herself from her dreams.

She stepped into the shower, making sure it was extremely cold so it would wake her up and so maybe it would distract her from the moments that ran inside her head. Then she would dry her hair, and would get dressed in her usual attire; black. Today a long black skirt and a loose, black, peasant blouse. She would let her moist hair let loose and it would tumble down her back. After a touch of black lipstick, she would grab her book bag, and leave for school, and walk the 1/2 mile there.

Every morning she would wake up like this. Sobbing from her nightmares, trying to make the day alive without getting tormented from the other students. Tired of trying to make her parents proud. Tucking a loose piece of hair behind a hair, she slowly walked to school.

She was ridiculed, because other girls thought she was ugly and different. They thought she was stupid. The boys from her school hated her because she was so different from the other girls. She wasn't a typical girl... She was different. She couldn't speak up. She couldn't tell the truth. So she let herself get tormented and torn apart by savages killing herself slowly. Why couldn't she be stronger? A fault that she hated the most.

It was always her fault.

It was her fault when someone got sick, the children at school. They thought she was evil. But was she?

They were cruel for hurting her, plaguing her with nightmares. Their laughs scratched deep within her. Their hatred seeped into her until she was deprived of all emotions, but fear and hate, to the point, when she hated herself. To the point where she wanted to die. Looking up at the sunny sky, she blinked.

It was much to warm from this time of the month. Flowers were blooming already too, and the trees were blossoming. Their small budding flowers, giving the scent of spring looming near and the feathers of all colors getting trapped in her hair.

Maybe today would be different.

"Good Morning, my butterfly."

She felt a chill run up her back at the voice. His breath tickling her neck. 'Oh no' She thought, walking a bit faster, closing her eyes shut just to try to block them out. 'Please, not again.' She quickened her pace, when she heard them walking faster. He would come close until to the point where she started running, trying to get away from him. Like always though, she wouldn't get away from them.

She felt a hand, latch out and grab onto her shoulder, halting her to a stop. Her eyes widened, as she tripped because of the force holding her back. As she was falling on to the cement gasping, she winced when slowly, a hand went down to gasp her hand as she fell on her rump softly. She took a sharp intake of breath, and didn't look at him. Soon regaining her composure, she turned around and faced him. "What do you want?" She asked coldly.

She was face to face, with a silky haired boy, with the color of silver a translucent white, shimmering on his head. A face so beautiful, almost feminine, but the tone of his voice and his figure said otherwise. He smirked and lowered himself, on his knees; face to face with her. He took her hand that was occupied in his and cupped it around his face brushing his lips against it softly, holding her hand in place as she watched nervously. He slowly but sensuously licked his lips. "What else?" He said, his face so close to her ear she could feel him breathing.

She was shaking with fear, just the way he liked her to be.

"Please, Sohma-sama. Not today." She begged. He immediately frowned at her, and gripped her face in his hands. Looking over her angrily, he tightened his grip.

"I told you to call me Yuki-kun, Hanajima. I told you once before, and I told you there would be a nasty punishment if you called me by my last name again. Didn't I?" He hissed, watching tears slowly fall down from her eyes. He stared.

He made her cry again.

He loosened his grip on her face. He peered at her with gentler eyes, and he softly kissed away her tears sometimes with a gentle swish of his tongue, playing around with her. A strangled, sob occasionally coming out from her, and more little sour raindrops rained on his parade.

'Oh god... Just stop crying... '

She was so beautiful with the blossom petals strewn all over her. Some were stuck in her hair, and she smelled freshly like lavender and blossoms. She was so beautiful. Just like an expensive porcelain doll, not up for sale. So fragile and easy to break it, but its beauty... surpassed anything. Just to hold it would be like heaven. Just to hold something so valuable and fragile, he would be afraid to break it.

He wanted her so much.

"I'm sorry for being so rough on you." He whispered in her ear, softly. She looked at him with her large beautiful eyes that were filled with fear and emptiness, that he helped caused.

He gradually helped her up from the ground, and they walked off to school in silence. When they were a block away from the school, they would split. One of the other side of the road and one on the other. Then he would never talk to her at school, look at her. He completely avoided her, and she avoided him. Just like always. A sort of unwanted ritual between them, hiding their pathetic relationship in the dark.

She was the silent butterfly, trapped in the cage, and never able to fly free from her owners grasp.

As they went off in their separate ways, Saki walked along the side of the road, her book bag, occasionally bumping into her leg. Staring at her feet, she walked alongside the curb, thinking about him. Was there anyway to fall out of his grasp? Was there any way for him just to forget about her? Only a few more months, until graduation. She felt his eyes on her, his soft glances looking over her as he greeted a friend.

When will she be set free?

Before she could think about her future further a loud car honk shrieked and she turned around to see where it was coming from. Before she could react, she saw a bright red convertible was heading straight for her.

'So is this how my life ends?' She thought humorously. 'Good. At least I won't have to see him, and I'll rot in hell because of him.'

Before the car could smash into her and ultimately bring her death, someone pushed her out of the way. She fell hard on the black asphalt a small surprised gasp emitting out of her as whoever pushed her aside pin her down on the ground, his hand gripping on her arm as one hand slammed straight down stabilizing both him and her.

"Damn it! Are you all right?" A red haired man shouted with a panicked look on his face.

Authors Notes: First part was Haru x Rin and the second part was implied and is Yuki x Saki, as the story gradually goes along do not expect it to be those pairings. It will grow, and they will meet others. I'm going to throw Kureno [thanks for catching my mistake- I got mixed up!], Kyou, and Uo in there with Hatori and Shigure flying by. I have no clue what this is going to turn into but I can tell you that leading females of this story is Rin and Saki.

Blah. To explain about "Prostitutes don't fall in love." Is just implying that, Rin doesn't fall in love easily, nor does she believe in it. Haru, just doesn't care about the relationship at all. Just wants to make Rin feel better... Yuki has taken to be Akito! [Gasp] They are so similar, physically I'm like... Hey if there was no such thing as Akito how would of Yuki have turned out? So lots of thinking later and BAM! This is what I get.

The words in big, bold, and poetry like was by Jack off Jill, a song called "Angel's Fuck" One of my favorite songs, and I was listening to it while I wrote this.