Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden in Darkness ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Hidden in Darkness

Author: Kittycow

Pairings: Akito x Momiji (mwah ha ha ha. I love me.) Implied: Momiji x Kyo, Hatori x Kazuma, Kyo + Kureno

Rating: NC-17 PWP (hmmm… takes a while to get there though. O.o'')

Warnings: Momiji brooding. (=.='') Angst. (O.O)

Notes: (1st person Momiji) Hmmm, this stems from the FBYLRPG. It's just so hard to choose which I want to post or write… This one would probably NEVER happen… unfortunately… (heh) So I just felt like writing it... ^.^v Tell me what you guys think!

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My eyes flutter open. Turning over on my side, I look at the clock on my bed stand. The gleaming green lights read, 1:29 AM. I stare at the little blinking colon that indicates the seconds and mentally count them, thinking the steadiness of it will cause me to fall asleep. Alas, at 286 blinks, I give up and determine it no use. I'm not going to be able to go to sleep anytime soon. Hatori had even sent me to bed early, at which time, I usually start asking for "just 10 more minutes" again and again until he literally has to take me to bed.

Today, I hadn't fought my parental unit; I went straight to bed at 10 o'clock, just like a good little boy. I wanted to. A lot had been on my mind lately, and I just wanted to sleep it off. Instead, I lay awake here in my bed, thinking, wondering, pondering everything in my life. Past, present and future. It gets depressing. Thinking so much. I hate it. I need to get my mind off thinking. Or at least out of this room.

So, I get up quietly, setting my feet on the bare wooden floor. Open my door, check to see if Hari is asleep, and make my way to the back shoji door. Everything is so much louder when you're trying to sneak around. I don't want Hari to know I'm up because it'll just worry him. And he's the last person that needs more stress lines. I make it outside and close the door. The quiet of the dark summer night outside the walls of the house seems much more pleasing, and a bit less lonely. The crickets are singing, and the fireflies are dancing to their song. It brightens my mood considerably.

My destination is set for the little pond behind Hari's office. It's a bit farther off from our house. And closer to Akito's quarters. I don't suspect anyone should be up at this time though, and that's perfectly fine with me. Even Kureno. Especially Kureno. As much as I would want to get to know him, I feel intimidated. I'm afraid he'll take my place. That Kyo will like him so much more than me, because he's so many things that I'm not. I sigh, a bit defeated. I wanted to get out here to STOP thinking, not mope more about it!

I sit on the wrought iron and wood bench placed close to the water. Small lights reflect off the water's surface in a calming manner. This is much better. I stretch my legs over the water, and wiggle my toes. The water looks so clear and fresh. I still feel that sleepy feeling on my face, so I get off the bench and kneel on the ground, picking up some water in the palms of my hands and splash it on my face. The cool water is very invigorating and helps to perk me up. I pick up some more, about to re-wet my face.

"Momiji…" a cool voice calls from off to the right.

Surprised, I drop the water, and it spatters on the ground, wetting my knees. I turn my head quickly to the direction of the familiar voice. "Akito." The name is lost in my, hopefully, inaudible gasp. I'm paralyzed as I watch him move closer to me and take a seat on the bench. He pulls his loose kimono tighter around himself as he stares off into the starlit sky. In attempt to stop staring, I follow his gaze into the sky. It's disturbingly quiet now. Its almost as if he isn't even there. My muscles have time to relax and I run my hand through my mussed, dull-blonde hair.

"Come sit down Momiji." He requests, but coming from Akito, everything he says feels like a command.

I get up from the ground and sit on the far side of the bench, more than uncomfortable. I look over to him and conclude that he never broke his gaze from the stars. In the back of my mind, I find myself calling him very beautiful. Consciously, I may never have made that assumption. His midnight black hair, calls to mind an older Yuki. He sits there; back straight, hands in lap. His kimono seductively rests at his shoulders, as if trying to tease the onlooker with a sample of his soft pale skin. I find it quite alluring, and then blink repeatedly in confusion and trying to dismiss my mind of anymore such thoughts.

"There's a new moon out tonight." He speaks again, as if every time he's trying to catch me unsuspecting. He's very good at it… "Its as if it dies into the darkness, waiting to be reborn to start the cycle all over again. Waxing to waning. Full to new. To die and be born." There is a pause, and then he looks at me. "'Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anyone.'" He quotes. "What do you think about that, Momiji?"

My heart's pounding in my chest. At this moment I feel like he knows all I am trying to conceal from him. Like he can read it on my face. No one that I know of has told him about Kyo and I. We're too afraid to upset him. But this? Has he suspected something?! "I don't want to die!" I find that little voice screaming in the background. And more importantly, I didn't want to be separated from Kyo! I stutter, so shocked and afraid about how much he can possibly know. "D-I-I… uh… dunno…"

He lets out a short breath that could have been taken for a subtle laugh. "What are you doing up so late?" I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. He may have changed the subject, but it's plausible he is just prying from a different angle. If that's what he is doing at all. I decide that it is better to be on constant guard, than little or none at all.

"I was thinking." I answer simply enough, as I turn from his deep eyes.

"About what?" He inquires. I had a feeling he won't let me answer with something so trivial.

I try to find a way to say it without cluing him into anything if he IS oblivious to the relationship I am in. But, nothing is finding its way to my mouth. It's as if it takes every thought process I have just to keep on my toes. This is going to end badly. I shrug with as much of a natural manner as I can muster, "Things…"

I'm right. He doesn't take well to effortless answers. It's as if it is a challenge to his authority, when in actuality, I am trying my best NOT to. He grabs my chin roughly and makes me look at him. His hands are cool and delicate, but still have a strength to them that is difficult to defy. On instinct, I flinch, but he seems to take it as nothing more than an instinct and ignored it. I'm not able to get away anyway and find myself staring straight back into his dark intense eyes. My breathing is irregular now, if it isn't already, and I'm scared out of my poor sleep-deprived mind.

I watch his eyes as they start to move slightly. It takes me a while to realize that he looks as if he's tracing my face, my features, with his eyes. My eyes widen in surprise, as I think, *"Just what IS he doing?!"* My eyes dart around his face now, but not in the same manner. I too am looking for answers, but ones to a much different question.

"Momiji." He says softly, but threateningly. "You have a dark side too, but you don't have to hide it from me." His eyes hadn't stopped roving while he said that, but then he closes them, moves his head forward as our cheeks suddenly brush and I feel a stream of cool breath hit my ear.

Simultaneously, two very different reactions happen:

There's a sharp intake of breath as I think, *"Oh my god, this isn't happening."*

There's a shot down my nerves that end up in my pants as I think, *"What the hell?! Momiji! Get a hold of yourself!"*

But soon I can't very well help the latter reaction, as there is a wetness on my ear, tracing lightly, soothingly. *"He's doing this on purpose."* I think. *"He knows the rabbit has the strongest reaction to these things."* He slightly nibbles on the rim of my left ear, moving down and then I can hear his teeth clicking against the metal of my earring. I can sense my knuckles turning white as I'm clenching onto the edge of the bench. Scared, unable to move, and not knowing how to react. His hand finds the bottom of my baby blue pajama shirt and slips under it. His mouth is at my jaw line now, kissing gently, skillfully. My hand latches onto his long sleeve, "Akito." I whimper in confusion.

"Shhh…" He whispers into my ear, "If you don't speak, then you are silent, Momiji…" He has that certain, almost sinister tone, of voice again.

*"It's a compromise."* It hits me quickly as he says it. I can hide my "dark side" if I let him have his way with me? *"Or is it more than that?"* I clench my eyes shut hoping that when I open them, I'll find myself back in my room. That the sensations on my neck, the cool hand on my chest, my growing erection, will all just disappear into the darkness of my room. But upon opening them, I find this dream is real, and I have to make a choice, even if it is predetermined. What Akito knows now, if anything is enough. I won't make any more mistakes and let on more than he is already knowledgeable about. I can't take the chance that I could sacrifice someone else for my own benefit. I will be the one to suffer.

He hadn't stopped his ministrations in the midst of all this, but I want to let him know what my stand on this is. My answer. He has been suckling my neck, and I pull away. His face shows light signs of beginning anger. I pay no attention to any of that. He is going to get what he wants. But not without my consent. I look him square in the eyes and swiftly kiss him. It's awkward for me at first. I feel no real emotion from him as we kissed. None except lust perhaps. He seems taken at first then pushes back against my mouth. His lips part, his tongue orders entrance. But a kiss is not foreign to me and I find myself being able to handle it.

Meanwhile, his other hand has been able to undo a few buttons on my shirt. But then it retreats from the shirt buttons to the waistband of my shorts. My erection is already pulsing with what little stimulation that has been received. Akito breaks from the kiss and smirks as he pressed his palm against the hard flesh under the fabric. I clench my teeth, trying not to make any sounds as he rhythmically kneads at it. And then, in one quick motion he has his hand down my shorts and his fingers wrapped around the bare skin, starting to pump it with his fist. A small gasp escapes my lips as the strength to stay quiet becomes even more complicated.

In the every other few moments my eyes are open, I can see Akito removing his right arm from his kimono, replacing his left. His right is doing a considerably better job, but my mind is quickly fleeting from such thoughts as he brings the free hand up to my mouth, dipping a number of fingers in to taste my own pre-cum.

"Suck." He demands of me.

My lips obediently close around his lubricated fingers. Its salty and thick and more than a little familiar being that I've tasted it in Kyo's mouth from time to time. I start to think if this is Kyo. If its his hand working me off, his fingers in my mouth lightly scraping at my palate, him pushing me down on my back, it would be different. But I'm brought back to reality as the fingers are taken out of my mouth and there's a sudden coolness as my shorts are removed. I can sense the throws of orgasm are upon me as I am mouthing non-existent words. My hips bucking in response to Akito's attention. I start to whimper and I suspect he can hear me because suddenly cloth, my shorts, are put in my mouth. He's moving more rapidly to finish me off, and soon I come, a scream muffled in the fabric.

I lay there sweaty and dazed as I spit out the cloth onto the grass below. I start to think that this is it. I've finished all he wanted, I'm done amusing him, and soon I can go back home, and lay back in bed. I wait for him to leave. But he isn't going anywhere. And it becomes clear to me that I'm wrong once again when the slickness of his fingers is dipping into my entrance below and the contact breaks my stupor.

I'm tired and worn, but he hasn't got all he wants yet. He's kissing my neck again now, and trailing down my collar bone. His left hand removes the rest of the buttons from their respective places and my shirt falls open, exposing my chest to the cool night air of summer. I look down my chest at the dark hair spread across my light skin. He sits up and I notice that somewhere he had completely rid himself of his kimono. Akito is looking back at me grinning in a seductive manner.

Majestic. Beautiful. Stunning. Words that run across my mind while I took in the sight of the Sohma family head. It angers me that I could think that of him while he is doing this to me. *"Or am I doing this to myself?"* I can't help but wonder. I have to turn away from him. I can even feel my cheeks burning. I don't want him to think anything of it. His hand traces the side of my face. He can see it. He lets out another short laugh.

"Since you did such a good job keeping quiet, I'll allow the use of my name should you feel the need to make noise." Yeah. THANKS… He runs his hand through my damp hair as the other takes hold of my waist as he pushes inside of me.

"A-Akito!" I gasp already. It hurts more than usual. But pain is soon dulled as he thrusts into me, filling me. It feels different. But, it feels good too. And I don't like that I can enjoy this! I'm becoming frustratingly excited. I tighten my muscles when I shut my eyes. It makes it worse. He's going faster, harder, gasping and moaning slightly. Is he saying my name? I can't tell, it's reminiscent of so many a sound in the actions of sex. But I know I'm calling his. "Akito! Ah-kito! Aki-toh!" Although grateful for any sounds I'm allowed, I actually am finding myself, WANTING to be calling his name. Finding some strange sense of gladness being found in having HIS hands holding onto my waist as he aids himself in pounding into me. I find it all the more exciting now. But I can't stand thinking this.

I go back to imagining it being Kyo, that I'm calling his name. The one I KNOW I love. The one I'm doing this for in the first place. I'm screaming "Akito!" But thinking, "Kyo!"

I'm close to climaxing again, and I can tell Akito is too. I find his hands on my waist, and hold onto an arm, while jacking myself off with my right. I lift myself higher and throw back my head.

"AKITO!" KYO!

"AKITO!" KYO!

I come, and he comes right after.

AKITO! "KYO!" *"Oh fuck."* I think in the split second I have before a flash of motion as Akito pulls out, stands up and a stinging slap plants itself on my cheek. I fall off the bench and land halfway in the water. Tears are welling in my eyes as he's nearly yelling at me.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT! That MONSTER will never be anything in this family! You hear me?! He'll be locked away within another year and we'll never deal with that THING again! You best stay away from it, Rabbit!" With that he throws on his kimono and walks off into the darkness.

My tears hit the water, my ankle hurts, and I stay there for who knows how long, almost hoping someone will pick me up and take me back home like a child. But no one does. I eventually pick myself up, put back on clothes and limp back to the house. I get inside, change and go to Hari's room, wanting nothing more than to be held. I crawl in the bed and curl up next to him.

"Momiji! What'r you-?!" he groans sleepily, stealing a glance at the clock.

"I had a bad dream." I answer childishly. But tears start flowing again. And I can't shake the feeling that some of it is because Akito got angry at me. Why do I care so much about that? What's wrong with me? I lightly shake my head as the words I used to describe him came popping back into mind. I hate this…

He sighs and puts an arm around me. "You're getting to old for this you know?"

I only nod, just hoping my tears stay hidden in the darkness.

A/N: WHOA! What the hell was that?!? O.o That came out WAAAAAAY different than expected. I would so like to continue this… Exploring my new fav couple… O.o''' I'm so weird.