Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Non Compos Mentis ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )
[ 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: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 210 | Status: Completed
Just a reminder: this is my first Fruits Basket story so please bare with me. If you are a fan of my other works, then I know you will love this story too. Please give this story a chance. Also, Thoru bashing will insue so if you don't like to read stories that bash her in the slightest then Please don't read.
Important Information: This whole story will be done in Akito's P.O.V. This will be my first time writting a whole story in this fasion.
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Non Compos Mentis
Chapter: 1
I lay here on my back upon my huge padded and goose-feathered futon, staring up at my bedroom ceiling. My weak and sickly body can't handle sleeping on anything else. My shojo doors to the outside patio are closed, blocking out the scornful morning light. I dispiese mornings, they mark the beginnning of a new day I wish would never come. My room is dark and bare. I had another mental break down and throughly broke and trashed everything in my room.
A sadistic smile comes to my face as I remember my mental beak down. My chest heaves up and down and a cough seizes me, racking my body and burning my throught. My whole body quivers. I gasp for breath as the memory comes to me.
(Flash Back)
I sat were I always sit, by the open shojo doors staring at the darkening sky. A bird landed beside me. I stretched out my pale hand to the bird. I have no human friends, only these little insignificant creatures. The bird hopped onto my finger without hesitation. It had rubbed it's head against my thumb and chirped in greeting. Then it came; the ever consuming lonliness that lerks in my dark soul , siezes me in its clutches. I lost contorl.
I took hold of the bird and squeezed it until blood had leaked between my fingers. The blood felt warm as it carassed my skin and dribbled down to the wooden patio floor.
It never chirped again.
Even the death of my favorite creature couldn't ease my intense agony. On the contrary, it added shadows to my darkened soul and cold heart. I tore at the shojo doors ripping the rice paper. The ancient Chinese vase on my desk went sailing across the room to shatter against the wall. I flipped over my desk in my fit of rage. When there was nothing else to break I had sunk to my knees and dug my finger nails into my rob drawing blood from my thighs. My mouth hung open with a souless, and soundless scream. It tore at me. It shattered my ever breaking soul. Every one of these screams tears at the little humanity I have left.
Hitori had rushed in. I clawed at his skin as he gave me a sadditive. The unconsious world consumed me in a hug and I had slept.
(End Flash Back)
As I come back to reality my body shakes and quivers. I have only cried twice in my life. Once, on the day I was born. The second time was the night Tohru had seen the cats true form. On that rainy night she had chased after him. I hid behind a tree watching how Thoru and Yuki held him down and talked to him. The rain poured down on the trio without mercy. When Kyo had hugged Thoru, I cried. I broke and then left to hid in my prison; the Shoma Estate. I remember torchering every Shoma that had come near me for the reast of the week. Anything to ease the burden I hold inside.
I hate Thoru.
Her smiles and her optimistic attitude makes me coil and physically sick. I condem her to the darkest part of hell where even Lucifer wouldn't venture. Why? Because she brought out a smile from the one person that would never smile at me. I loath that bitch.
So why did I let her stay at Shigure's?
I pushed myself up on shaken hands. God I hate my weak body. My black eyes scane my shadowed room. My vision is hazy. I must have a fever again. Death is always breathing down my neck. I just wish it would stop playing fore-play and give me the kiss of eternal sleep.
I crawl over to my Japanese clothing chest. My knees bruse from having my weight centered on my knees and the hard floor. My pale slender fingers run over the golden clasp as I unlatch it. I push my many shirori's out of the way reaching the bottom. There I pull out my box of treasures. I sit crossed legged trying to get comfortable. I slowly take off the lid and pear inside. I keep all my painting and sketches inside. No one knows of my artistic ability nor do I believe they would care. I sketch and paint from memory. As a boy I was never allowed outside due to my illness so I drew pictures of the outside world from my window.
My paintings and sketches now revolve around my secret burning desire; Kyo. I have paintings of Kyo from when he was little before he left the Shoma Estate to train in the moutians and then live with Shigure. Before he left the Shoma Estate I had drawn him in sceret. My many pictures capture all Kyo's emotions except happiness. Kyo has never smiled for me. This knowledge sears my throat and eyes, choking me with invisible fingers of longing. My fingertips trace my photo like painting, caressing Kyo's face and lips.
The sound of creaking floor boards and footsteps coming down the hallway alerts me to someone coming. I quickly place my self made treasures back in the box and hid them under my many cloths and shut the chest lid. Just as I turn around and my facade slips into place a rapping sound comes from the shojo door that leads into my master bedroom.
"Enter." My voice is flat and lifeless.
The door slides open and to my surprise I see Shigure. He is indeed an interigan cousin. He acts as if he adores me when we both know he dispisease me like a fly hovering around your food or the gum that sticks to the bottom of your shoes. I don't mind, I hate him too. I hate all of the Shoma's except one...
"Ohayou gozaimasu Akito-sama." Shigure says with false cheer underlining his voice. I cringe.
I don't answer him. I get up and walk over to the fixed shojo doors that lead to the patio. I open them and silently hiss from the suns bright light. My pupils contract from the sudden brightness. I sit by the open shojo doors on an Asian, silk sitting pillow and wait for Shigure to state his business.
"Ah, Akito-sama; you wound me with your coldness. You could atleast say good morning." The annoying mutt says as he walks in and closes the rice paper door behind himself. I hear the shifting of cloths as he sits down and gets comfortable on the second Asian sitting pillow. "Ok, Ok. Down to business I suppose. I am going out of town for a book signing next week."
"What about the rest of your tribe at home." I ask. In truth I don't care, I just want to know Kyo's wearabouts.
"Thoru and Yuki are going on a school feild trip. Putting that a side, I wanted to ask your primission to take out an extra transaction to pay this months bills in advance so I don't have to worry about them.
I turned the information over my mind. All this information still didn't give me an answer conserning Kyo. Fuck sutilties, I'll ask right out. "What about Kyo?" I inquired as if I was talking about a benied subject.
"He will remain at home or he might go to stay a Shishou's dojo."
"No." My voice was firm and as stern as steal. My black eyes looking into Shigure's unwavering.
"When are you leaving?" I opted to change the subject for a moment.
"Umm, at the end of this week, Friday. But what does this...?"
"You will bring him here before you catch your flight on Friday. " I said, getting right back on track.
"But Akito-sama..."
"Shut your mouth mutt. My words are law. Bring him hear next Friday. Now go." It was the end of the converstation. I couldn't bare to think of Kyo spending time with Shishou, it filled me with a savage rage.
Shigure's eyes narrowed slightly but he did not upject again. "Hai, Akito-sama. sumimasen, I must be going." With that said, he got up and walked to the door. He pulled it open and before leaving turned his head towards me. "He will not come quietly."
I stealed myself against the hurt the constriction in my chest. My placid facade never breaking. "Then bring him here kicking and screaming." My voice was flat and emotionless.
"Hai."
After Shigure left, my gaze turned to the outside garden. For a brief moment I wondered where my favorite bird went and then I remembered that it was gone. A tiny prick of sadness pintched at my heart.
My friend was dead.
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TBC
-End chapter one-
Japanese translation:
sumimasen: Sorry
Ohayou gozaimasu: Good morning
hai: Yes
Well, let me know if you guys like it or not. Depending on the response I'll think about writting another chapter fast.
Important Information: This whole story will be done in Akito's P.O.V. This will be my first time writting a whole story in this fasion.
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Non Compos Mentis
Chapter: 1
I lay here on my back upon my huge padded and goose-feathered futon, staring up at my bedroom ceiling. My weak and sickly body can't handle sleeping on anything else. My shojo doors to the outside patio are closed, blocking out the scornful morning light. I dispiese mornings, they mark the beginnning of a new day I wish would never come. My room is dark and bare. I had another mental break down and throughly broke and trashed everything in my room.
A sadistic smile comes to my face as I remember my mental beak down. My chest heaves up and down and a cough seizes me, racking my body and burning my throught. My whole body quivers. I gasp for breath as the memory comes to me.
(Flash Back)
I sat were I always sit, by the open shojo doors staring at the darkening sky. A bird landed beside me. I stretched out my pale hand to the bird. I have no human friends, only these little insignificant creatures. The bird hopped onto my finger without hesitation. It had rubbed it's head against my thumb and chirped in greeting. Then it came; the ever consuming lonliness that lerks in my dark soul , siezes me in its clutches. I lost contorl.
I took hold of the bird and squeezed it until blood had leaked between my fingers. The blood felt warm as it carassed my skin and dribbled down to the wooden patio floor.
It never chirped again.
Even the death of my favorite creature couldn't ease my intense agony. On the contrary, it added shadows to my darkened soul and cold heart. I tore at the shojo doors ripping the rice paper. The ancient Chinese vase on my desk went sailing across the room to shatter against the wall. I flipped over my desk in my fit of rage. When there was nothing else to break I had sunk to my knees and dug my finger nails into my rob drawing blood from my thighs. My mouth hung open with a souless, and soundless scream. It tore at me. It shattered my ever breaking soul. Every one of these screams tears at the little humanity I have left.
Hitori had rushed in. I clawed at his skin as he gave me a sadditive. The unconsious world consumed me in a hug and I had slept.
(End Flash Back)
As I come back to reality my body shakes and quivers. I have only cried twice in my life. Once, on the day I was born. The second time was the night Tohru had seen the cats true form. On that rainy night she had chased after him. I hid behind a tree watching how Thoru and Yuki held him down and talked to him. The rain poured down on the trio without mercy. When Kyo had hugged Thoru, I cried. I broke and then left to hid in my prison; the Shoma Estate. I remember torchering every Shoma that had come near me for the reast of the week. Anything to ease the burden I hold inside.
I hate Thoru.
Her smiles and her optimistic attitude makes me coil and physically sick. I condem her to the darkest part of hell where even Lucifer wouldn't venture. Why? Because she brought out a smile from the one person that would never smile at me. I loath that bitch.
So why did I let her stay at Shigure's?
I pushed myself up on shaken hands. God I hate my weak body. My black eyes scane my shadowed room. My vision is hazy. I must have a fever again. Death is always breathing down my neck. I just wish it would stop playing fore-play and give me the kiss of eternal sleep.
I crawl over to my Japanese clothing chest. My knees bruse from having my weight centered on my knees and the hard floor. My pale slender fingers run over the golden clasp as I unlatch it. I push my many shirori's out of the way reaching the bottom. There I pull out my box of treasures. I sit crossed legged trying to get comfortable. I slowly take off the lid and pear inside. I keep all my painting and sketches inside. No one knows of my artistic ability nor do I believe they would care. I sketch and paint from memory. As a boy I was never allowed outside due to my illness so I drew pictures of the outside world from my window.
My paintings and sketches now revolve around my secret burning desire; Kyo. I have paintings of Kyo from when he was little before he left the Shoma Estate to train in the moutians and then live with Shigure. Before he left the Shoma Estate I had drawn him in sceret. My many pictures capture all Kyo's emotions except happiness. Kyo has never smiled for me. This knowledge sears my throat and eyes, choking me with invisible fingers of longing. My fingertips trace my photo like painting, caressing Kyo's face and lips.
The sound of creaking floor boards and footsteps coming down the hallway alerts me to someone coming. I quickly place my self made treasures back in the box and hid them under my many cloths and shut the chest lid. Just as I turn around and my facade slips into place a rapping sound comes from the shojo door that leads into my master bedroom.
"Enter." My voice is flat and lifeless.
The door slides open and to my surprise I see Shigure. He is indeed an interigan cousin. He acts as if he adores me when we both know he dispisease me like a fly hovering around your food or the gum that sticks to the bottom of your shoes. I don't mind, I hate him too. I hate all of the Shoma's except one...
"Ohayou gozaimasu Akito-sama." Shigure says with false cheer underlining his voice. I cringe.
I don't answer him. I get up and walk over to the fixed shojo doors that lead to the patio. I open them and silently hiss from the suns bright light. My pupils contract from the sudden brightness. I sit by the open shojo doors on an Asian, silk sitting pillow and wait for Shigure to state his business.
"Ah, Akito-sama; you wound me with your coldness. You could atleast say good morning." The annoying mutt says as he walks in and closes the rice paper door behind himself. I hear the shifting of cloths as he sits down and gets comfortable on the second Asian sitting pillow. "Ok, Ok. Down to business I suppose. I am going out of town for a book signing next week."
"What about the rest of your tribe at home." I ask. In truth I don't care, I just want to know Kyo's wearabouts.
"Thoru and Yuki are going on a school feild trip. Putting that a side, I wanted to ask your primission to take out an extra transaction to pay this months bills in advance so I don't have to worry about them.
I turned the information over my mind. All this information still didn't give me an answer conserning Kyo. Fuck sutilties, I'll ask right out. "What about Kyo?" I inquired as if I was talking about a benied subject.
"He will remain at home or he might go to stay a Shishou's dojo."
"No." My voice was firm and as stern as steal. My black eyes looking into Shigure's unwavering.
"When are you leaving?" I opted to change the subject for a moment.
"Umm, at the end of this week, Friday. But what does this...?"
"You will bring him here before you catch your flight on Friday. " I said, getting right back on track.
"But Akito-sama..."
"Shut your mouth mutt. My words are law. Bring him hear next Friday. Now go." It was the end of the converstation. I couldn't bare to think of Kyo spending time with Shishou, it filled me with a savage rage.
Shigure's eyes narrowed slightly but he did not upject again. "Hai, Akito-sama. sumimasen, I must be going." With that said, he got up and walked to the door. He pulled it open and before leaving turned his head towards me. "He will not come quietly."
I stealed myself against the hurt the constriction in my chest. My placid facade never breaking. "Then bring him here kicking and screaming." My voice was flat and emotionless.
"Hai."
After Shigure left, my gaze turned to the outside garden. For a brief moment I wondered where my favorite bird went and then I remembered that it was gone. A tiny prick of sadness pintched at my heart.
My friend was dead.
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TBC
-End chapter one-
Japanese translation:
sumimasen: Sorry
Ohayou gozaimasu: Good morning
hai: Yes
Well, let me know if you guys like it or not. Depending on the response I'll think about writting another chapter fast.