Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Petals & Thorns ❯ Falling Petals ( Chapter 4 )

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

Petals & Thorns
Falling Petals

I am putting a spoiler space here. There is forced sex. Cruelty and Sadism abound in this ROUGH LEMON. But a glimpse of a resolution can be seen within these words on this white space.

So you've been warned.... ~dies~

Disclaimer: FB is the creative genius of Takaya-sensei. Do not sue. O.o

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[Tooru]

I can't stop shivering. The windows aren't open, so there's no breeze... but I can't stop. I don't know how long I've been tied like this. All I know is that I can't move. I can't stretch my legs, or move my arms.

Akito has me tied up in his quarters. He bound my wrists at my ankles. After he stripped me, he tied me up. He tied me up. No matter how many times I say it, I still can't imagine it. I can't believe that someone would actually do this to another person. But then, I reminded myself, this was no ordinary person.

This is Akito.

I had tried for almost 2 years to understand why someone could be so angry. I thought I had it figured out. But, looking back at the last 12 hours - I sincerely doubted that I had even grazed the surface of his darkness. In fact, I was sure of it as I twisted within the bonds that Akito had placed on me.

The room is completely dark. And I'm completely nude. I can feel an unnatural anger bubbling within my stomach. He forced me to... I can't even finish the thought.

No matter how much I want to cry and scream right now, I can hear the sounds of sleep coming from Akito's futon.

Amazing. He can sleep so soundly. Even more amazing? He sounds so peaceful when he's asleep.

I roll over on my side, as comfortably as I can, given the circumstances. I can't stop shaking, and I feel my stomach begin to cramp up with all of the memories of what he did to me. With the beads...and forcing me to perform oral sex on him. My body shakes with dry heaves that Akito would not allow me to do.

Kuso, how did I get talked into this? Oh yeah, Akito promised me that he would tell me how I can break the curse. I wrack my brain, trying to remember if he had. To be truthful, these hours that I have spent here have seemed more like days or weeks even. So I don't remember if he said so or not. I can feel the burn of tears threatening me if I don't get out of here. Soon.

The only thing that I can do is to try to figure out how to bring my legs close enough together that I can untie the ropes.

Out of the blue, I let a moan escape as I feel a new sensation inside of my body. Vibration. Pulling. And a memory. And as Akito had ordered I clench my walls around the unwelcome intrusion within.

He had said, before he went to lay down - because he was exhausted, that if the vibrating sphere came out...that my torture would be worse.

I'm not sure what it was exactly that he had put inside my body, but it hurts. The vibrations are too strong to be comfortable in the least.

[FLASHBACK 2 hours earlier]

Akito's grin sickened me. I'd always been one to trust people, and I trusted Akito. Before I had been introduced to his true vicious nature, and that was revealed to me that day, but the evening had been when I met his cruelty face to face.. In the form of a hollow iron ball attached to a string.

Akito had held it between his thumb and forefinger as he smiled gently at me. It was quite a bit different than his previous actions. When he had suddenly seemed so concerned with my anxiety, I wasn't sure. But even then, I had doubted his sincerity.

Apparently, it had showed on my face, as Akito did the most disgusting thing. He pouted. He looked sullen. After that afternoon, how could I possibly think he was innocent in that way?

I had asked, like an idiot, what the ball was. All he would say was that it was a ball that would bring me pleasure all night long. I remember cringing as I saw the hatred dancing in his somber eyes.

And like an idiot still, I asked what he would do with it. I should have known to avoid all of these questions, but like a person driving by a car accident is morbidly curious to gaze at the trauma, there was something inside of me that wouldn't be restrained from the truth, even if it would hurt. The sooner I asked the questions that he wanted me to ask, the sooner he would tell me the secret of the curse, and the sooner I could leave and help the Juunishi accursed.

Somehow, as the sun went down on the room, the hope seemed to die in my heart.

Akito tightened his grip on the end of the leash that was still tied around my neck, as he tied the leather handle around a large black mannacle. Once he was satisfied that the restraint was fastened securely, I felt a pull on my neck forcing me to a sitting position. My neck was pulled tautly using the chain, as he took out two nylon ropes.

He placed one on the floor, and the other in his teeth. He pulled my wrist roughly to my ankle and took the tie out of his mouth and tied my left arm and leg together. Then, he moved to my other side and quickly bound the two remaining appendages, before rolling the ball in his hand. I could only assume that he was gracious enough to warm it up a little bit.

How thoughtful.

He leaned closer into me, and reached down to touch my folds. So far, that was nothing to what he had done before. I had bitten my lip to restrain unpleasant words from seeping out.

I had clenched my teeth as he had inserted a couple of his fingers inside of me. He moved them around for a few moments before yawning.

Taking his fingers back out, he had proceeded to lick them clean one at a time. He smiled at me as I watched.

"Tooru-san actually tastes good..." He exaggerated the licking sound, smacking his lips, "Much better than I thought you would." He smirked appreciatively before using his fingers to widen my walls. He pushed the ball inside with a flat palm until his skin was touching mine. He put one of his fingertips in my anal opening.

I had to shift my body then. I felt like I was about to have a bowel movement. It was not a fun experience. But then, neither was any of the other things that he had done to me.

Akito had stood up and stepped back to admire his handywork. I could see that he held something in his hands. It looked like the string to a yo-yo. With a ring at the end to put around his finger. I had supposed it was so that he could maintain total control. His words confirmed my fear.

"I will be resting for a moment over on my futon. You - " he had pointed at me, "are to stay here. Like a good dog." He smirked another evil looking smile.

"Keep this pleasure ball inside ALL the time. Hold it in tightly. See this string here?" He tugged a little bit on the ball, pulling the string taut. "It's attached to the ball...and if I tug on it, and the ball comes out... You will have to do something for me." As if for emphasis, he had pulled himself out of his robe and rubbed himself.

I had made the mistake of licking my parched lips. And he had mistaken it for something else. As was proven when he stepped on either side of my hips and rubbed the precum onto my lips.

"Now lick your lips again." When I hadn't done as he ordered, he pressed his bony knee into my shoulder roughly. "LICK YOUR FUCKING LIPS AGAIN! LICK ME OFF OF YOU!"

(End Flashback)

I had licked my lips out of fear. From that moment to now, that fear had made me blissfully unaware of my surroundings. For the time that I had been sleeping or unconscious, I had dreamed that I was back in my room at Shigure-san's house. Looking at my mother's picture and remembering how happy I was with her.

What had awakened me? I try to force my mind to focus on now. And then I feel it again.

The vibrating invader.

I can't help but moan quietly. I stop when I hear something moving in the room. The way that the tatami beneath me trembles, I can sense that whatever it is, it is heavy and coming towards me. I look to Akito-san's futon anxiously.

He's still laying down, the ring still around his finger. The string is relaxed on the mats. Soft sounds are coming from Akito-san, his mouth must be parted.

Whoever is coming towards me, I can't see, is a tall, slim shadow. And then I see his eyes under his hair.

I am both relieved and incredibly embarrassed to see him. To see those eyes that I have thought about for so long, the eyes that have helped me through this torture... But it is no good feeling I get when I see those beautiful eyes look at me with a mixture of pity and contempt.

I look down, and suddenly remember that I have no clothes on, and my body is twisted in a distorted pretzel, with my legs spread wide open to his full view. I know that he has seen many women in this kind of position, though not the same situation. I know I have no reason to worry. But, I have allowed myself to be violated in the worst way, by the worst person possible.

I'm not sure that I have any right to face Hatori-san, Yuki-kun or Kyo-kun again. They have been nothing but nice to me - and I betray them the first chance I get. They trusted me, and I let them down.

I can sense Hatori-san kneeling in front of me, his attention focused completely on the knots as he unties them as quietly as he can. Suddenly I moan again, as the vibrator moves within me, attacking my clitoris with a silent attack.

Hatori-san presses his lips over my open mouth, shushing my moan. I can't say that it is a kiss, because his tongue does not enter my mouth. Though his hands are quickly moving to untie the leather collar around my neck.

As he pulls the tooth out, he grabs onto the chain to silence it, as he removes the leash.

When he's confident that my moan is stopped, he releases my mouth and averts his gaze. He begins to move me back against the wall, but I grab his arm and lower my hand to the string coming out from the tender folds of skin. I lift it gently and look back at him. He pulls something out of his breast pocket.

With the skill of a surgeon, he opens the object and pulls out the tiny scissors. Without a word, he cuts the string. And lets the severed end fall to the floor. Before I know it, he has picked me up and placing his jacket around my shoulders, he allows me to lean against his arm for support as he walks me out of Akito's room.

Either he's not quick enough, or a tatami mat is old enough to groan - but a sudden soft hiss comes from the place where Akito is laying.

"Where do you think you're going Tooru-san? Hatori?"

Hatori-san curses softly and turns around to look at Akito. He is still on the futon, and he looks like he's still asleep. But the sudden fragments of the full moon filtering into the room provide enough light for Akito's eyes to glitter. Akito's voice changes when he is looking at Hatori-san's face.

"Hatori? Where are you taking Tooru-san?" His eyes grazed hungrily over my body like a cow feeding on grass. I feel myself shudder. When Akito speaks next, it is all I can do to keep from wretching.

"Is Tooru-san all right? Is she ill?" He says this convincingly. As though he actually is concerned for me.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS! I want to yell, but I will not further disgrace myself in front of my savior.

Hatori-san speaks very softly. His voice sounds dangerously calm. My attention is completely focused on this man that is continuing to hold me. I am cold, but I feel so warm in his arms.

"I am going to put Tooru-kun in my office."

Akito looks at though he has been slapped. He should be!

"Hatori.. Doushite? I didn't do anything. Why are you angry with me?"

I can feel Hatori-san's body tense.

"Akito-san. I am going to put Tooru-kun in my office."

Akito waves Hatori-san off.

"If you take her from me, YOU WILL BE FUCKING SORRY!" Akito calms down as Hatori-san pauses in his stride. Akito begins to snicker.

"After all, you ARE attracted to worthless bitches, aren't you?"

Hatori-san doesn't turn, and in his profile I see such anger building there, I am certain that I have never seen Hatori-san so furious. His jaw bone is tight and twitching. And I can feel his arms shaking.

"First Kana...and now Tooru-san? Amazing, isn't it Hatori? That a doctor should be attracted to such hopeless cases. It seems only fitting, doesn't it?"

Hatori-san looks at me with eyes filled with so much pain and agony. And I realize then, that he had always realized that Akito was the one that had ruined his life. The reason that he had moved on so easily - was all a mask that he wore in front of Akito. A mask that, if it fell, would reveal Hatori-san's soul to the devil himself for taking.

"Let's go, Hatori-san?" I mangage to whisper hoarsely. I have not had anything to eat, or to drink - nothing that is fit for drinking anyways. I had not been allowed, in all the time I spent locked in that dungeon, to use my natural voice. Not been allowed to wear clothes, eat, drink, sleep. I am exhausted and I feel dizzy with a rising cold.

Hatori-san nods slightly, still unable to bring himself to look at me.

He carries me out of Akito's quarters for what I hope would be the last time ever.

And I know that I have lost the man I love.