Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Scared To Breathe ❯ Scared to Breathe. ( One-Shot )

She sat there and didn't move - almost as though she were afraid. Maybe she was, knowing she wasn't alone in that familiar room, in only her nightdress. She knew where she was, but not why, only that she was told that she had done wrong, so she had been sent to make amends for her deeds.

From behind, hands lifted her thick hair, and gently put it over her shoulder, before he whispered to her. “You're afraid. But you deserve this.” A feeling of complete helplessness overwhelmed her as she felt Akito's lips touch the nape of her neck. “You brought this on yourself.”

He bit her, and her hot blood trickled from where he broke the skin. “Please,” she whimpered, “I want to go home.” You could hear he was enjoying making her feel pain from the way his spoke, so close to her ear she shuddered.

“You can't go home. Not until I've punished you.”

She was silent, but felt queasy as he slipped the thin strap off her shoulders, down past her bare bosoms until the crushed silver velvet gathered above her hips. He trailed his hands over her abdomen, up to her breasts, and his hands around her neck, tightening around her throat.

“Just so you know,” he told her, “I'm going to enjoy making you cry. Your first time, isn't it? Well then I'm sure this will hurt you a great deal.” He let go of her as her lips were turning blue, spun her by her shoulders and pinned her to the floor by them.

The door slid open, hard and fast, revealing Yuki there. Tohru's head followed the noise, taking in the look of horrified disbelief on his face. Above her, she could just see Akito smirk, before he lowered himself closer, and let his tongue trail along her neck. Tohru tried to squirm, but he held her tight.

“You'll both stay where you are!” he growled, parting her legs with his knees. Tohru looked so helpless; she winced, almost screaming as he had his way with her. She trembled, her body rocking with his forceful motion, trying to think of something besides the pain and violation.

“Y…Yuki…” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his tormented face, unable to save her. Every cell in his body was telling him to put an end to the rape he was witnessing, but he just couldn't. There were serious consequences to defying Akito Sohma, whoever you were, whatever your reasons.

Eventually, Tohru gave up trying to fight, and instead let her whole body go limp, as though she were dead. Her abuser didn't care, instead finding her psychology a new toy to keeping him occupied whilst afflicting her body. Her suffering was something no one could share in. A taste of what he had to live with. The fact she had given in showed she was breaking down.

“You're dirty, you don't deserve to be loved. You think he'll ever want anything to do with you after this? I bet you disgust Yuki, and Kyo too, just as you disgust me, you little whore.” She looked as though she wasn't listening, but the droplets of water rolled on and betrayed her.

The pain in her heart threatened to overwhelm the pain between her legs, as he pressed deeper, causing her to call out. No words, just primal sounds that pleased Akito to hear. She didn't want him, she was fighting him, but the ancient animalism within her blood was something she had no control over. And if she cried out, if he could make her climax, it would doom whatever special bond Yuki and Tohru had. They would never be happy.

So despite the fact he was ready to finish with her, he shifted, clutching the top of her hips, and exploring her depths. Tohru shut her eyes, and gritted her teeth with determination. She wouldn't give in.

“Say it.” He growled at her, “Say my name. It'll all be over then.” His fingers dug into her flesh.

“No.” she hissed, her eyes still closed.

“Say my name.” Harder, and grinding his hips into hers, “I'll finish this. I want him to hear you, let him know you could only succumb to me.”

“I won't.”

“I've been patient with you, but my patience is wearing thin.” He snapped at her. Grabbing her hair and pulling on it, pulling her back toward him, so he could kiss her too, forcing his tongue into her lips. Again, Tohru struggled, rejecting him, but he had three years on her, and was stronger.

When he realised he wasn't getting anywhere with these approaches, he pulled away from her, just enough to slap her across the face. From where he was knelt, Yuki started, almost about to break the rules, but one quick look put him back to place. With every refusal, came another blow, her face swelling with every impact, and her spirit breaking down with every inaction Yuki failed to make.

Eventually, Akito grew bored, realising he wasn't going to reach this goal. He thrust into her just once more, relieving himself with a release of male seed, and immediately separated himself from Tohru. He noticed her first blood on his kimono and sneered at it, “Disgusting.” Looking at Tohru emphasised his word.

“Get her out of my sight.” He barked at Yuki, who immediately came running in to help Tohru up, to recover her dignity and get her out of Akito's room. Listening to her sobbing as she left, her weight supported by Yuki's arms, Akito knew he had accomplished something.

It had taken him a long while to do to Yuki with violence alone. In this girl, he had instilled a core fear of him. He need only to look at her, and she knew she would relive the past ten minutes in her mind in terrible accuracy. She would be as she was at first, scared to breathe like the doe in the headlights. He could use the same event on Yuki, twisting his words to the idea she loved it, she wanted more. He also knew, even then, this would not be the only time he was likely to send for her. Until that time, he would be waiting.