Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Love lies in the darkest places ❯ Bleeding Image ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Six

Sorry about the non updating fast. I was just err, a bit stuck on this chapiter. Oh and if you like Ayameyou might not want to read this *grin* alsoI love the fruits Baskets characters. But I do hate Yuki. ^__^ and Toruh.

And to all the people that found themselves laughing during this.. dont worry. It was supposed to be a fucking twisted comedy sort or storyI myself laughed during most of it!

CONTAINS MORE BLOOD AND GORE!


When I opened my eyes the next day I wasnt in my room.
The idiots that I had chose to live with had moved me into the fucking Soma main house, while they sat on there asses talking about the little problem we had in the family.
And the fucking sweetest thing about it all was while they where talking about how to get Kyo, I was laying there, resting up, playing the fucking victim, all the time waiting for Yuki.
Waiting until they would leave me alone so I could finally get my Yuki.
Finally fucking make him cry as I destroyed his life, like his fucking did mine.
And make him bleed.
Oh yes, theyd all fucking bleed.

And it was so fucking funny, because for all there supposed brains, they didnt fucking know anything. Ironic how someone so much younger then them could screw with their brains like that, when they where the ones that finished school. How little they really knew about a member of there own family, own fucking household for fucks sake..
But they would.
While I was fucking crazy, I wasnt stupid. I knew they fucking find out that it was me. They realised sooner or later that it couldnt have been Kyo, and go looking other placed. Well it might take them a while, I knew that I had to fucking get my Yuki and leave, before the morons figured it out. Because when they fucking did then theyd shift me off to a fucking prison or something. Fucking lock me up until I rotted in a dark empty prison while they offered there hopes I get well enough to get out. Taunting me with the hopes that one day id be able to get out, while at new years well they danced and laughed like the simple minded dicks they where.
But no. Not before I got my Yuki.
Not before I fucked his beautiful body.
Not before I killed Toruh
And not before I buried them both.


I was pretending to sleep, my mind full of blood filled thoughts when one of the most annoying people came into the room. Since I was a victim the older Zodiac members where watching over me, as I slept in the room that Hatori had for Akito and sometimes Yuki when he slept over., when his fragile body was weighed down by illness.
I had never been in this room before now.
And as he entered, I wished I never fucking had been.
Ayame.
They sent Ayame in here to fucking watch over me. To fucking torture me more like it! Not only was he fucking loud and annoying he looked so much like his fucking younger brother that it made my heart pound in my head like I had run for miles. Made me so hard as I laid there in the stupid white room that as meant to look cozy but looked like a fucking hospital room all the same. Made my mind fill with such wonderful thoughts, of him bleeding dying.. Of Yuki.
Made my hands ache to caress.
Made them itch to kill.
Would he scream like my Yuki did in my mind?
Would he cry, and whimper..
And would he bleed, such rich red?

He sat down, silently if that was fucking possible at all, his eyes, so like Yukis yet so different, wandering around the room bored already, his simple idiotic mind looking for something to do as I pretended to sleep, but not so well now, my eyelids twitching with the effort of not moving. Lucky for me, the idiot didnt notice, too observed with being bored.
He looked so much like fucking Yuki that I wanted to grab him.
I wanted to look in those eyes, so much like fucking Yukis.
I wanted to fuck him, until he bled, until he screamed for mercy.
I wanted to plunge myself inside of him, as I slowly pushed my hands into his chest

I took deep breaths my mind fucking lust crazy make my hands grip the sheet so tightly that my knuckles turned white, made me clench my teeth so much it hurt, made my eyes squeeze shut tight. And unluckily for me the stupid fool noticed. I watched him blink my mind screaming at me to jump up and grab him as he came forward why my still fucking rational brain screamed that if I did anything, the rest of the household would come running and Id never get my Yuki. Lucky for me fate was on my side and before the stupid moron could come any closer the door opened and in stepped Hatori looking from me in my restless tensed state to Ayame.
what happened he asked his one eye gazing at Ayame in such disdain it almost broke me out of my lust held state to laugh. But I didnt, trying to relax and pretend to sleep again, so theyd both fucking leave me alone.
Hatori stepped closer, pulling Ayame by the elbow and away from the bed, trying to keep his voice quite, as if not to disturb me. I could hear them as clear as fucking ever though, the dickheads actually believe moving an inch away would help.
Were going out for a while Ayame, to try and find Kyo and hear his side of the story.. also to find Ritsus body.. Its deserves to be placed at the Soma house. Remember to be quite.. And not to worry. Hes most likely in shock, and nightmares are common. Also, you have to stay here.. The whole Soma house is pretty empty right now, and if you move from this room you wont be able to hear him..
The rest was a blur, my mind no longer caring what the fuck heads where saying.
They where leaving me alone.. with Ayame.
For a fucking while, most likely a long fucking time.
Where no one would hear him if I fucking did anything to his body.

I forced myself to breath deeply and not get to ahead of myself, not hearing the door close, only seeing Ayame, beautiful Ayame, who looked so much like my Yuki.
So fucking similar to my fucking Yuki
I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled over onto my front, to hide my fucking dick that was by now so hard that it fucking hurt and to stop myself from killing.
Killing that fucking look alike, burying my head into the pillows, almost suffocating myself, breathing deeply, mangering to stay that way for at lest ten minutes.
Before Ayame came over to me and sat on the bed.
Before the idiot leaned over me, watching me as I struggled with myself.
Before he softly started stroking my hair in what was meant comforting matter.
Before the idiot signed his own fucking death warrant.