Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Non Compos Mentis ❯ Summary ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: rAiNwAtEr 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 677 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 677 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
This is my first ever Fruits basket story so don't bite my head off. Some things you should know is that I am only on the 11th manga therefore, I am winging some of this stuff. Please give this story a chance and open your mind to this possible pairing.
Warning: This story is part of the shonen-ai genre meaning, that this story is based on boy X boy love; and or Homosexuality. If this offends you in anyway please don't continue. Also, this story is rated 'M' for a reason. It will hold violence, torture and anything that pops-up in my twisted mind. Please enjoy
Disclaimer: This lovely series, in all it's glory does not belong to this humble girl so please no lawsuites. If they were mine, I would kill Thoru and make all the shoma family members get together. Now there's my idea of a grand fruites basket.
Non Compos Mentis
Title meaning: This is Latan for: One that is not of sound mind; insanity.
Prologue - In Akito's P.O.V
I sit here, lounged out in front of the open shojo doors that lead to the garden. The night air tickels my senses with the fragrance of the many flowers that adorn the Shoma Estate. God I fucking hate it. This so called lovely smell intoxicates my senses, depriving me of my thoughts filled with hatrid. I wish a fire would consume them and burn everything away in a vortex of fire and ash, including me. They make me sick and I don't just mean the flowers.
My so called family. The cursed and depraved family members. I loath them. I wish to break them. To tear them a part until only shadows and darkness consume their souls. Why? Because I can.
No one knows of the loneliness I endure. It consumes me to the core; it aches, it burns, it blisters. Every so slowly this void of emptiness festers below the surface of my facade. All the Shomas cry over the fact that they turn into animals. If you ask me, I think they have it fucking easy. I was born to die like a flower blooming in spring only to wilt away in autume. I resent them. This is where my paradox begins. I hate them and yet I ache to love them and be loved. I hurt them to try and easy the heavey feeling that threatens to consume me. Is it not I, who they should bow down to and love? Aren't I the one with the worst curse of them all?
I make them cower before me, it is their punishment for not loving me. Not needing me. If I can not find any happiness then neither shall they.
However, there is one member of this family that does not bow down to me. His fiery orange hair and hot molted red eyes that rival the most spetacular sunsets. He disobeys me on the slightest whim. The cat. The outsider. The only one that can come close to knowing how much loenliness I feel for he feels it too. No one knows of this intense infatuation I have for him. This is my secret and he is my hubirus.
I ache for a touch of his lonliness. Maybe then, my own suffering will seize. He haunts my dreams and as of late, my every waking moment. My beautiful fantasy dream lover. Maybe one day I will tell him for I grow impatient of suffering in the shadows.
This is my story of how the shadow fell in love with fiery flames. Flames that threatened to consume all of my darkness.
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Pairing: Akito and Kyo
Review. Please and thank you.
Warning: This story is part of the shonen-ai genre meaning, that this story is based on boy X boy love; and or Homosexuality. If this offends you in anyway please don't continue. Also, this story is rated 'M' for a reason. It will hold violence, torture and anything that pops-up in my twisted mind. Please enjoy
Disclaimer: This lovely series, in all it's glory does not belong to this humble girl so please no lawsuites. If they were mine, I would kill Thoru and make all the shoma family members get together. Now there's my idea of a grand fruites basket.
Non Compos Mentis
Title meaning: This is Latan for: One that is not of sound mind; insanity.
Prologue - In Akito's P.O.V
I sit here, lounged out in front of the open shojo doors that lead to the garden. The night air tickels my senses with the fragrance of the many flowers that adorn the Shoma Estate. God I fucking hate it. This so called lovely smell intoxicates my senses, depriving me of my thoughts filled with hatrid. I wish a fire would consume them and burn everything away in a vortex of fire and ash, including me. They make me sick and I don't just mean the flowers.
My so called family. The cursed and depraved family members. I loath them. I wish to break them. To tear them a part until only shadows and darkness consume their souls. Why? Because I can.
No one knows of the loneliness I endure. It consumes me to the core; it aches, it burns, it blisters. Every so slowly this void of emptiness festers below the surface of my facade. All the Shomas cry over the fact that they turn into animals. If you ask me, I think they have it fucking easy. I was born to die like a flower blooming in spring only to wilt away in autume. I resent them. This is where my paradox begins. I hate them and yet I ache to love them and be loved. I hurt them to try and easy the heavey feeling that threatens to consume me. Is it not I, who they should bow down to and love? Aren't I the one with the worst curse of them all?
I make them cower before me, it is their punishment for not loving me. Not needing me. If I can not find any happiness then neither shall they.
However, there is one member of this family that does not bow down to me. His fiery orange hair and hot molted red eyes that rival the most spetacular sunsets. He disobeys me on the slightest whim. The cat. The outsider. The only one that can come close to knowing how much loenliness I feel for he feels it too. No one knows of this intense infatuation I have for him. This is my secret and he is my hubirus.
I ache for a touch of his lonliness. Maybe then, my own suffering will seize. He haunts my dreams and as of late, my every waking moment. My beautiful fantasy dream lover. Maybe one day I will tell him for I grow impatient of suffering in the shadows.
This is my story of how the shadow fell in love with fiery flames. Flames that threatened to consume all of my darkness.
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Pairing: Akito and Kyo
Review. Please and thank you.