Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Push and Pull ❯ Dance with the Devil ( Chapter 3 )

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PUSH AND PULL
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This idea was derived from a drabble I wrote and a challenge from Koishii to write something I normally wouldn't write. So here it is. This would be the Akiru part. It may be offensive to some so I apologize in advance. O_o This part told from Tohru's POV. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.


Part Three - Dance with the Devil




"That'll be 1350 yen."

"Here you go. Keep the change."

"Ah! Arigato gozaimasu!"

The house was eerily quiet after Shigure closed the front door. Not that the house was really quiet, mind you. It just felt...odd...to have someone else in the house with us. Especially when we weren't expecting company.

But then...no one expects Akito.

He's been quiet and rather pleasant, Akito has. I'm not sure what I had expected. He's still rather frail, still sick, but he seems in good spirits. The smile on his face has been there since he came into the house about an hour ago. It's budged only a little during conversation. I only caught the tail end since I busied myself with cleaning the mess I had left in the kitchen.

My nerves were still a little jumpy from earlier. Akito's presence did nothing to sooth then. When I came back from the kitchen, he insisted I sit by him on the couch. No big deal really, other than I still didn't know what to expect from him. A nod from Shigure was all I needed to relax a bit.

I settled onto the couch next to Akito as the conversation continued. Occasionally I'd reply or add some silly little thought. We talked about business, about my new job and about life in general. Akito asked about Yuki and Kyo, and happily told him what I knew, keeping to as few details as possible.

Shigure was just about to change the subject when someone knocked on the front door. He smiled, standing from his chair. With a nod he excused himself.

"That must be dinner. Tohru-kun, would you help me with the boxes then set the table?"

I stood from the couch and followed him to the door. "Hai."

I collected the boxes as Shigure paid for our meals. The wad of bills he gave the young man was surprisingly large. I nearly dropped one of the boxes when he told the delivery boy to keep the change. No wonder some of the girls enjoyed waitressing over working in the kitchen.

After placing the boxes on the table, I ran into the kitchen to retrieve more napkins. The restaurant had supplied everything BUT napkins. Once I had the table set to my liking, I informed Shigure and Akito that dinner was ready.

Shigure is the first to reach the table. He motions for Akito to sir at the opposite end where I have set his meal. Akito, still smiling, moves into that spot with a nod. He sits. The Shigure. Then myself.

As he picks up his chopsticks, Akito says, "This looks delicious, Shigure. It must've been expensive."

Shigure smiled a little, waving a hand in the air. "Expensive, yes. But still not as good as Tohru's cooking." He sniffs that air above the box and sighs contentedly. "I suppose it shall have to do tonight."

"I feel...a bit sad...that I am denied a taste of Tohru-san's cooking," Akito says thoughtfully as he begins his meal.

"Ah...well...." My reply fades in embarrassment, a light blush tinting my cheeks. "Perhaps...you can come by again and...." I stop myself, my blush deepening. Here I am inviting him over and it's not even my house. One glance at Shigure's surprised look and I add quickly, "Or I can bring you something at the Honke."

Shigure's stern look dissolves into relief, but he says nothing. He still looks, I don't know...concerned? Worried?

All of the above?

"That would make me very happy, Tohru-san," Akito replies with that same smile. "Perhaps some sukiyaki. It's one of my favorite dishes...and I haven't had any for quite some time."

"Ah...hai." I nod, offering him a smile in return.

After that it grows quiet again. The news anchor on the television is the only person talking as we eat. The meal is delicious. I pay close attention to how it was prepared in hopes of making my own while savoring every bite. I don't realize how hungry I am until I'm nearly finished and what's left on my plate doesn't seem like nearly enough to satisfy.

But it is Akito who finishes first. He eats at a reasonable pace, slow enough to savor, but quick enough to fill.

"Wonderful. Delicious," he comments, dabbing at the side of his mouth with the edge of a napkin. His smile finally changes into a frown. "Mou, I'm still hungry though."

"AH!" I nearly choked on the last of my rice as I exclaimed. "I made pudding earlier today." I wipe the napkin across my lips, making sure everything is gone before I smile. "It should be ready...if you'd care to have some dessert."

Akito's smile returns, but it's not the same. This one is more...I'm not sure...eerie? Withholding?

No, this smile is dangerous.

And his eyes...they're just as I remember them. No laughter. No calm. The Akito that had walked into this house an hour is gone. And in his place...I would learn later...is a monster.

"That would be...nice," he answers.

Still unsuspecting, I rise from the table, grabbing the remains of my box and Shigure's. As I walk around the table, I lean over to retrieve Akito's box, I feel a light touch on the bottom of my leg, just above my ankle. I jump, trying not to drop the garbage as I do so.

"Tohru-kun," Shigure says, a bit surprised. I look at him as he opens his mouth again, trying to say...something. Anything. But words fail him and his brief pause is all Akito needs.

His hand slowly skims upward over my calf, past my knee and over the outside of my thigh. I expect him to stand as his hand continued higher, but he stops just below my butt. I have no idea what to say to him, my mouth opening and closing like a fool. Should I stop him? Should I continue? I look to Shigure for advice, only to find a blank stare as my answer.

With two hands on my hips, my skirt lifted, I'm dragged downward. I'm then sitting on the table, the empty bento boxes in hand. Akito smiles at me, that same eerie smile now, as he takes the boxes from my lap and sits them back on the table. I lean back as he leans into me, my arms supporting my weight behind me.

Akito is so close I can feel his breath on my nose. I blink rapidly, trying to figure out what's going on, but before I can form a logical thought, his lips brush against mine. I jump at first, curious and unsure. Did he just kiss me? Apparently me reaction isn't quite to his liking. Was I supposed to kiss him back? As much as it pains me to do so, I lean forward, closer to him. His lips crush against mine, sweeping away my innocence as well as my conscious mind.

I'm lost in the kiss, barely feeling Akito's hands as they lightly caress the outside of my thighs. There's this urge to be closer to him and I lean forward more. He mirrors my move, his fingers kneading my thighs now. He seems so gentle. His touch is light and provocative. His kiss is simply intoxicating.

Kami, what am I doing? And in front of Shigure!

No! This has to stop! Someone...please make it stop.

"Akito?"

Shigure's voice is deadly calm. Our kiss breaks and Akito glances wearily at Shigure. "If you want to share Shigure, I won't. Tohru's my dessert. You'll have to get your own."

Tick. There's a light ticking in Shigure's jaw. I've only seen it on rare occasions when he gets angry. This must be one of them. Help me, Shigure, I plead silently. I'm certain my eyes convey my inner thoughts. As if reading my mind, Akito chuckles darkly, one hand caressing my cheek.

"You did promise me dessert, didn't you Tohru-san?"

I nod slowly. "H-hai." But this isn't what I had in mind.

He kisses me again, without warning, and I falter only for a second in responding. I shouldn't respond, but I don't want to make him angry. So I move my lips over his, parting them so that his tongue can glide into my mouth. As his tongue invades my mouth, his hands move higher, over my hips to my sides until they rest directly below my breasts. My body freezes for a moment and I pause in the kiss. This frustrates Akito as he tries to deepen the kiss, his hands moving upward to cup and mold my breasts through the fabric of my blouse.

I hear a cough behind me and I can hear the frustration in Shigure's voice as well. He's trying to remain calm, but it's difficult. I so want him to help me. To be in Akito's place. With a groan Akito breaks our kiss again and glares at Shigure.

"I told you I'm not sharing."

"And I'm not asking," he replies flatly, sternly. "You know they make rooms for that sort of thing."

Akito smiles again. I can barely suppress a shudder. "But dessert should be eaten at the table with the meal. It's proper etiquette." He cocks an eyebrow. "YOU can always get a room."

"This is MY house," Shigure says, his anger finally showing in his voice.

"And I am the guest. The guest should be treated kindly." He turns his evil gaze to me. "Isn't that right, Tohru-san?"

"You don't have to answer that, Tohru-kun--"

"Ne, Tohru-san?" Akito repeats, his hand squeezing my left breasts painfully tight.

"H-hai," I manage without yipping in surprise.

His lips seize mine once more, his hand still kneading my left breast. His other hand travels down my side to my thigh once again. Slim fingers slide under the band of my panties and I can feel his touch in the sensitive of places. My body jumps and I whimper into the kiss as his fingers brush against...something. I learned about it in health class, but I had no idea it would respond to Akito.

I had no idea _I_ would respond to Akito.

If I weren't so shocked, I'd be blushing from head to toe.

Akito's lips move from my mouth to my neck, suckling a trail back to my ear. "Do you like that, Tohru?"

I can only whimper in response, one of his fingers searching then finding my center. It thrusts inside, causing my body to jerk in surprise. I gasp and he squeezes my breast again as if in reward.

"I wonder," Akito says, pulling away. Our eyes meet briefly and the shudder that runs down my spine can't be suppressed. "Do you taste as good as you smell?"

"Akito--"

"Enough, Shigure!"

His finger slides out of and then back inside of me, creating a slow, decadent rhythm. Then it's gone. I bit my lower lip to keep from making any noise. Akito smiles at this, pushing me so I lie on my back. My legs, from the knees down, dangle off the edge of the table. With a small tilt of my head I can see Shigure's expression. But the calm look on his face belies the torment in his eyes.

My head raises as I feel my panties being yanked downward. My eyes widen as I look at Akito, but his focus is on something else. I see the light in his dark eyes, see the evil smile appear on his lips as he approaches me. Kneeling by the table and disappearing from my sight, he chuckles. His breath tickles my skin and my body stills. What is he going to do?

I hear Shigure's gasp before I feel Akito's lips press a kiss to my exposed mound. He kisses that secret part of me like he kissed my lips. I bit my lower lip to keep my moans from escaping, but my body betrays me, my hips bucking under his assault. I do blush this time, ashamed and frightened by my own response.

"Not too sweet," Akito comments as he lifts his head. But the reprieve is short lived as he lowers his head again, his tongue stroking over my clitoris as two of his fingers push inside of me. He moved them in unison with his tongue. The nerve in my body shiver in delight as my heart fills with disgust. A third finger joins the first two and his thrusting turns into a pounding. I close my eyes against the wave of sensation weaving through my system, my teeth clenching tightly to my lower lips, drawing blood.

I finally allow myself to whimper as he withdrawals all four fingers from my center. There's a throbbing very low in my belly, and as it pulses so does this ache. It's not painful...at least I didn't think it was.

The pulsing is forgotten though as I feel Akito's lips pull on my clitoris and something large squeeze into my vaginal core. It feels like something is being wedged inside of me. A ball maybe? But where would Akito get one of those. Surely he wasn't carrying one with him!

"Kami," I hear Shigure whisper. He seems surprised, but I'm afraid to look at him. Afraid of what I'll see.

Then the ball is pushed...no, forced, further inside of me. I let out a yelp of pain, unsure what is happening to me. Part of me is curious, but another part just wants it to end. What was he doing to me?

"I didn't think this would work. I'm surprised, Shigure," Akito comments, pausing in his ministrations. "My entire fist too." He moves it inside of me as if to prove a point, forcing it through a shield of some sort. My virginity. My innocence. I have to bite back a scream of pain, my eyes tearing. "She truly is delicious. I'm surprised you haven't had this dessert before."

I close my eyes tighter, forcing myself to relax yet fight Akito at the same time. My body doesn't want to listen to me though. It's like it has a mind of it's own. It's enjoying the treatment. Enjoying the pain. Well...maybe not so much the enjoying the pain as it is relishing in the experience.

Shigure...make him stop. Onegai. ONEGAI!

"Tohru?"

I open my eyes as Shigure speaks to me. They blink back tears while my vision blurs. I can see him though, kneeling above me, behind me. His face is a mask of concern. His eyes are fearful, yet cautious.

"Shigure...san," I whisper as the tears begin to fall. My body trembles from the mild pleasure and mountain of pain that Akito is causing. I'm at once embarrassed and in awe of my own body and how it works. No matter how I try to fight, I can't. It hurts too much.

And judging by the look on Shigure's face, I think he's pained too, although I'm not sure how.

Akito's fist begins to move inside of me again and I can't help but wince at the waves of pain that wash through me. My mouth opens and I can feel a cry move through my throat. But my cry is halted as Shigure lowers his face to mine. His lips capture my would-be screams as his mouth swallows my moans. The pain subsides, then washes over me again. But after a few moments my body begins to adjust. The pain starts to dwindle, although a strange ache remains.

And Shigure's kiss coaxes a different response from me.

My fear slowly melts; giving way to the small amount of comfort Shigure offers me. Oh how I longed for this moment. Kissing Shigure is a dream come true! To feel his lips upon mine. To hear him whisper my name.

And it will forever be tainted by Akito.

Damn him.

Am I allowed to think that?

Shigure's hand caresses my cheek as I wince again, Akito's fist moving faster and deeper than before. His assault is no longer gentle and the recurrent waves of pain are starting to numb my body. Is this good, I wonder? I try to picture Shigure in Akito's place, try to imagine pleasure in place of the pain, but even that does not work. Akito's lips and teeth continue to torture my vaginal lips and clitoris, bringing the pain to new heights. Shigure's kiss tries to placate, sooth my growing discomfort.

Then I feel it. A wall starting to crumble. A bubble about to burst. My body goes rigid, as if it can't move at all. A wave of sensation passes through me. I feel myself being hurled towards an edge, but as suddenly as it began, it's gone. And my body goes limp.

"SHIGURE!"

For an instant, I think it is I who calls his name. But it's impossible with his lips pressed firmly to mine. He jumps, breaking the kiss. My heart stops in the same instant and we both realize who called his name. I can't lift my upper body, but my eyes catch a glimpse of a now standing Akito. His face is contorted into a mask of pure hatred. His eyes glow with something dark...something evil.

Shigure lifts himself, but does not move away from me otherwise. He looks at Akito, waiting for him to say something. He's trying to remain calm, but the tick in his cheek tells me he's just as angry as Akito.

"Back away from her NOW," Akito screams. "She's MINE. Do you hear me? MINE!"

Shigure opens his mouth to reply, but he says nothing. The look of...rejection? Horror? I'm not sure which is more prevalent, but the look on his face only causes my tears to fall faster. And when he looks down at me, I know that he's tried. He's tried to save me, but he can't. Arguing would only make Akito angrier. Making Akito angrier would only bring me more pain. He's trying to spare me the torture. I admire him for that. I love him even more.

But now...will he ever be able to love me in return?

I keep my eyes on Shigure, the tears continuing to flow as I feel something take the place of Akito's hand. Or was it still his hand? No, this wasn't as large, but just as blunt. It pushed inside of my sore vagina, stretching the already sore walls, which responded to his entry by squeezing tightly, trying to push him out. Akito only laughed, pulling it back out then thrusting it back in. He continued this until I his body goes rigid and something warm washes against the aching walls of my cunt. Pain mixes with pleasure and I feel another bubble burst inside of me.

Oh Kami, please let me die.

I'm not sure when it ended. My body is too tired from all the fighting, all the new sensation it has experienced. But when I finally open my eyes, I'm lying on the table, a blanket draped over me.

I sit up carefully, looking around for Shigure. I don't see him at first, but I hear his voice. He's on the front porch, talking to someone. Akito?

My mind flashes quickly through the events of the evening. Fresh tears form in my eyes as I slowly slide from the dining table to the floor. It doesn't register that I'm sitting in the same spot where Akito had sat earlier. It doesn't register that I've just been violated in the worst way...and with the man I love watching it happen. I want to hate him...but I can't bring myself to do so. He tried. He did try. But there was nothing he could do. Nothing....

Oh Kami, why aren't I dead?!

"...until tomorrow morning. Yes, I understand. I'll do that. Yes. Yes. I'll let her know. Arigato, Ha-san. Ja ne."

Hatori's name breaks through the fog of my misery. Was he coming over? No. He couldn't see me like this. Absolutely not. I was dirty. Too dirty. Perhaps a bath. Yes, a bath would clean me up.

With scorching hot water...enough to burn off several layers of skin....

"Tohru?"

I jump at the sound of my name. My teary eyes can't focus on Shigure as he kneels in front of me. I huddle into the blanket as one hand caresses my cheek. It's little comfort, just as his smile makes me want to cry even more. How can he smile? I'm dirty. Can't he see that?

"Ha-san is going to come check on you, Tohru. He should be here in a few minutes."

"I need to take a bath," I mutter through the sobs forcing their way out of my throat.

"After Ha-san has a look at you."

"No...it can't wait...."

"Tohru, your bath can wait," he says, his voice filled with pain. As if he had experienced this himself. I suppose in some way he has. I mean, he had to watch didn't he? "Why don't I help you to your room? You can rest until Ha-san arrives."

I only nod, allowing him to help lift me to my feet. My legs are wobbly, my body tired and achy as I walk up the stairs. My bedroom looks uninviting, but I step inside anyway, practically falling into bed with the blanket still clutched to my chest. The tears haven't stopped and I don't think they will for a while.

"Tohru, please don't be angry with me," Shigure says. "I should've told you to go yesterday. I should've protected you better. You should've gone. You should've run from me...."

I open my mouth to answer him, but no words come out. The world around me spins and my stomach plummets. Suddenly what was light is dark and my consciousness quickly follows.


~TO BE CONTINUED~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^