Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Love lies in the darkest places ❯ Bleeding heart ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapiter Seven

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Yuki, you’re so sweet, I love everything about you, your hair, and your smile, even the way you fucking look when you first wake up in the morning.
But most of all Yuki, I love your fucking face its beauty, its pureness.
Kind of like the face I have in my hands now.
But this isn’t your face, it’s stained dirty.
Its fucking covered in blood, ruined and dead and even though it looks so much fucking like you, its not you.
Its Ayame, Ayame’s fucking face that I craved off to hold, to hold like I fucking want to hold you.
It’s Ayame that’s dead now, your older brother who you fucking hated anyway, the brother that you looked so much like, the brother that craved for your affection.
Like I did.
Guess its too late now hey?

I drop the face, the piece of flesh mangled and that no longer reminds me of you.

But god it was wonderful Yuki.
He looked so much like you, so very similar I could forget it wasn’t you, I could forget it wasn’t you I killed and bled. Ritsu was so quick, so fast, and so dead after a few moments, I couldn’t fully enjoy it, but this one, I got to draw out, and I got to hear him scream Yuki as I cut him. Got to hear him cry out for his beloved friends and even for you once Yuki as he was dying, he yelled out he was sorry for the way he treated you.

And he probably was.

Not that I fucking care or anything.

Ayame was annoying and was perfect for what I needed to do. That fucking moron tempted fate and my control and neither wanted him to live. He had served his purpose to me, and now, I was left with his fucking body, mangled and used.

I fucked him Yuki as I killed him, pretending it was you, as I gazed into his scared eyes, as I destroyed his soul.
His bleeding face, handless arms, flailing dying, begging me not to.
I never felt so much pleasure in my life, so much overwhelming joy, as I killed him, fucked him, and destroyed him.

And it’s your entire fucking fault Yuki.

Sound of the car pulling up snapped me out of my thoughts.
It was time for me to fucking get out of here, to leave, or to hide for awhile until I could get my Yuki. I might have been crazed and maybe fucking psychotic, but I wasn’t fucked stupid. I knew they’d find me after what I did, and I knew they get me, but not until I had tasted my Yukis blood on my lips and pulled out Toruhs heart.

Not until I got what I wanted.

I went over and climbed out the window, crawling into the small space between the walls that I had discovered ages ago when I hid there as a child, as I watched Yuki who was always sick In that room, more fascinated by Hatori and his medicine then Yuki back then. No one knew where I was, and I was going to wait until my fuck heads of relatives found Ayame and where more worried by his death then where I had off too.
I climbed into the space, making sure I hadn’t left a trail of blood that led them to me. From here I could watch them was they came though the door.

Shigure came first, the happy smiling dog, always cheerful and happy; as he pulled open the door a smile on his face.
And stepped right into Ayame’s served hand, the crunching of bones under his hand making him recoil in shock, his face paling, like all the fucking blood had rushed from him.

And for once in his life, I’m betting in wasn’t to his cock.

I chuckled then, biting my lip to stop myself as Shigure looked sick, his voice whispering Ayame’s name over and over again, as if it would bring back his beloved friend.
By this time he was kneeling, his robes soaking up the blood as he searched though my handy work, the tears running down his face.
Oh his pain, I felt it, every tear was like a tear of my own, ever sob was my own, his heartbreak, was my heartbreak.
He started screaming by then, his hands finding Ayame torn faced, pulling it close to himself as he cried.

I had never seen anything like it, Hatori running up to him, followed by the cat, which they must have found. There faces, where priceless, even Kyo, just stared, his eyed tear filled as Hatori, tired to pull Shigure away from the battered mess I had left.

And I felt no regret.

I bit my lip harder, tears of laughter running down my face and wondered if that’s how they look when they found Yuki, found him dead and bleeding, Toruh next to his body.
Wondered even if they morn for me, when I died, not really caring if they did. Like they where morning for Ayami now, the happy fool dead, mangled.

And then Yuki was there.

My eyes reverted to him, to his face as he came running into the room, his eyes shocked filled watching as Shigure cried over the mutated body of his brother.

Watched as his face fell, his heart, his fragile little heart seeming to stop as my Yuki, my girlish Yuki, fainted, in his own brother’s blood.

I wondered again if he’d do that when I killed Toruh, just the thought making me giddy, my hands still wet with blood.
I crawled from the space, my mind, wanting to stay but not being able to, knowing I had to get away.

I ran then, out of the Soma house and just started running, people from the streets giving me strange looks, as I ran, until I reached the Soma forest, where I stripped off my clothes and found a stream, washing them and myself the water becoming pink.

I couldn’t stop laughing, the whole way, I just fucking laughed. Oh I knew it would all be my down fall, how many people much have seen me, and running into the Soma forest behind Shigure’s house was just pure foolishness. But I had to be here; I had to see what was going on, I need to get to my Yuki, fast.

I wandered over near the house, naked, dragging my blood stained clothes, shrugging them back on as I gazed at the family house, my mind still of its blood lust.

I felt fucking crazier then over, as if my fucking mind just realised that I was getting close to Yuki, so fucking close to destroying him.
And his fucking love.
I could see someone in the house, see there faint shadows thought the window as I heard the phone, even from here. I watched the shadow move from upstairs to down stairs, as I moved closer. It was reckless I knew, I didn’t know how it could be, or how else was in there, but I found myself moving anyway. I snuck to the door way, peeking into the house.
Toruh.
It was fucking Toruh.

Her wide fucking stupid eyes where open wider, tears, down her cheeks as she held the phone so tightly in her hands. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I had a guess. Hatori must have warned her about me, her being in the house.
All alone in the fucking Soma house.
It was too fucking sweet.

I watched her as she put the phone down and stood there, crying, shivering so weak.
Watched those eyes, the eyes Yuki loved, as I opened the door, staring at her, my blood stained clothes making her eyes widen as she tried to scream.
Watched those eyes, the eyes Yuki grazed into as he kissed her, close as she turned from me and tried to run.
Watched them, when they closed, as I grabbed her by the hair, my hands itching to kill her then and there, but didn’t, dragging her screaming body from the house into the woods.
And I’d watch those eyes, as I bled her Yuki, bled her, and took what was mine.
And I’d forever watch them eyes, as I ripped them from her scull, as Yuki’s eyes, watched her die.