Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Simply Having ❯ Simply Having ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

SIMPLY HAVING
A Fruits Basket Holiday Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
SPOILERS FOR REVELATIONS MADE ABOUT AKITO IN LATER CHAPTERS OF THE MANGA (Chapter 97 & 98 specifically). If you wish to be spoiled, you may visit either or both of the following links.

Akito spoiler summary :
http://www.designchronicle.com/memento/archives/cat_manga.html

Akito spoiler manga panel:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v374/crowart/30.jpg


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This is my submission for the fem-Akito holiday challenge on the Akito Sohma mailing list. This is also a request for a Kureno x Akito first time het ficlet, courtesy of Mona-chan. A two for one package. For the story's sake, Akito is 15 and Kureno is 19. Just so you know. Spoilers (obviously) and Lemon warning. Told from Kureno's point of view. A standard disclaimer follows the story.




To me, it was the most important night of my life. It should have been the most important night for her, too, but I already knew otherwise. I was not the first. Knowing should have deterred me, but by then, I had already made up my mind.

I was going to give myself to her forever.

I'm still uncertain what spurred my actions. Perhaps it was out of a deep sense of pity. Perhaps I didn't think anyone else would want me. Yet, despite my own doubts, I was determined to offer her my undying love and devotion.

I had been cursed. Yes, HAD. I am free from my "gilded cage" so to speak. How? I do not know. I simply woke up one morning feeling like a million bucks.

That was the day I earned her distrust.

Her hate.

I thought I could live with that hate. I thought I had beaten the odds and was able to live a normal life. I thought my life would get better.

But it didn't.

And her hate ate at me with each passing day.

That's why...yes, that's why I decided to give myself to her eternally.

She saw me right away. It wasn't too late at night, but there had been no servants around. Not unusual on New Year's Eve. Many of the personal servants are given the night off out of privacy for the inner family. I paused only for a moment, wondering if she already had company. The only voice that answered the knock on her door was hers. She didn't sound too pleased, but she never did of late. She acted 50 to her actual age of 15. Knowing it was me may not have helped matters much.

"What do you want?" She was on her feet, moving to the window as she addressed me. Her kimono was a little long, the back sweeping across the floor as she moved. Her hips swayed with a bit of haughtiness. I'd never noticed that before. "It's New Year's Eve. Shouldn't you be partying with Shigure, Hatori and the others?"

"No," I told her, straightening my slouching shoulders for what good it would do me. I was already a foot taller than she and still growing. "I...have something I wish to tell you."

She sighed, sitting on her pillows. Something outside caught her attention and held it. Falling flakes of snow. Watching them seemed to calm her, but she didn't turn to look at me when she answered, "Okay then. But don't make it too long."

"Actually I intend to take up your entire evening."

She turned then, looking very much surprised. "Nani?"

I held back a smile. It was rare to see her so off guard. "What I have to say is important."

"It'll be boring." She waved a hand and turned to watch the snow again. Her eyes, however, were not focused on the white flakes. "Like everything else."

"I think you will appreciate what I have to tell you."

She sighed again. "Oh you do, do you? Why must you bother me, Kureno?"

"Why do you hate me so, Akito?"

There was a gasp of surprise. Hers or mine I'm not sure, but in the blink of an eye she moved from her pillows to stand before me, glaring at me with those dark eyes of hers. I expected to see hatred in those eyes. It may have been there but it was clouded by something else.

Fear.

What was she afraid of?

Her tears came like a whirlwind. My question had actually been said aloud and it upset her. Her hands balled into tiny fists and her nose scrunched up as she started to yell.

"I hate you because you betrayed me! I hate you because you're cured! You're no longer special! No more! I hate you! Hate you, hate you, HATE YOU!" Her final words were emphasized by beating her fists on my chest.

I should have been startled, but I wasn't. I couldn't even bring myself to hate her back. Did I hate myself for the very same reason? Indeed. Perhaps THAT is why I made my decision so quickly. For if I hadn't, I would have come to realize that being me wasn't so bad.

But for her...it was horrible.

"Why must you upset me so?! And on the night before the new year! Have you no respect?!"

"I have every respect for you."

She started crying harder and the beating on my chest stopped. My arms came upward, encircling her. I pulled her to me, even though she resisted. But her resistance didn't last long, not as long as her crying. Holding her against me, I felt her tears soak into my shirt, felt tears welling in my own eyes. I squeezed her tight, hugging her smaller body against my larger frame. She gasped when she realized something was amiss.

I pulled away and she looked up at me, wide eyed. I wasted no time covering her lips with mine. I think it took her own befuddled mind a little time to realize I had kissed her, for it was over before she could respond.

"Why did you do that," she questioned.

"Because I...love you," I answered, our eyes locking. "I want to be here for you always."

"You want to stay by my side?"

I nodded.

"Even though you are free from your curse?"

Another nod.

"Do you not want a normal life?"

I smiled. "A life without you could never be normal."

I'd meant it at the time.

And she'd bought into it.

So which of us was the bigger fool?

"Prove your love to me, Kureno. Stay the night with me."

That had been my intention from the start.

I kissed her again, silencing any other comment or command she could issue. There was no fighting me. I wouldn't have allowed it. She caved so easily, willingly. It took me by surprise for a moment. The moment passed though as I walked her back towards the window, pushed her somewhat forcefully on the pillows and followed her to the floor.

Her smile was evident before the kiss broke. "Shouldn't we be doing this over on the futon?"

"Don't be coy," I told her, my lips massaging light kisses along her jaw to her neck. "You've played this game before."

Her giggled vibrated through her entire frame. "Does that make you jealous?"

"No."

"No?"

I pulled away, looking her straight in the eye. "No."

Confusion appeared, fear not far behind as her eyes bore into mine. She finally began to realize that I was serious about this. Very serious. This was not a game. Not between us. I wanted to devote myself to her despite all the good I had.

In spite of all the evil she was.

Her smile faded as her hands framed my face. Her thumbs stroked my cheeks, her eyes still trying to read my intentions. Somewhere in her mind she was comparing me to my cousins, the ones she told me i should be with. I wanted nothing to do with them and everything to do with her.

As she pulled me in for a third kiss she muttered. "Prove your devotion."

I accepted the kiss for what it was. Submission. Perhaps that is not the word she would have used, but it was what it was. Submission, plain and simple. I pushed her into the pillows, pressing my hips against her thighs. She responded by wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her tongue teasing my parted lips. Our tongues met and danced, our bodies doing the same. I pushed, she pulled. She pushed, I pulled. It was the most passionate kiss I could muster.

And it didn't end there.

My hands eagerly sought an opening into her kimono. With a certain degree of difficulty I managed to undo the ties with little preamble. The obi was gone in a matter of moments and my fingertips pressed against soft flesh for the first time. They blazed a trail of fire that had her wiggling beneath me. Up her thigh, over her hip and upward to the under swell of her breast.

My own befuddled mind realized -- after far too long -- that she was naked underneath her clothes. Surprised, I started to pull away. My hesitation was a trigger for her growing frustration. She hugged me tighter, writhing underneath me. Her body screamed for something she would never voice aloud.

'Make love to me.'

She was aggressive. She liked it rough, or so I learned. But I was even more so. Returning her biting kisses. Scrapping my nails over her skin, marking her as she marked me. From there on in, she was putty in my hand. Moaning as I fondled her breasts. Grunting as I kissed her stomach. Whimpering as I nuzzled her bare sex. And finally screaming as I pushed my tongue inside her core.

I had to force myself to continue "eating" her. Her taste was far too bitter for me to stand. But I kept going, paying more attention to her than my own raging feelings. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go, wiggling it, gliding it along her inner walls.

She was turning to liquid, her moans and whimpers filling the room. Especially after I pulled away to look at her. Her eyes said everything. Don't stop! Keep going! But it was her lips that triggered a small flash of realization.

I may be the one having a good time, but only because it was her will. She was in control, not me. Her growing smile was proof. It stung. Hurt me more than anything.

And spurred me to be even MORE aggressive with her.

I kept her pinned to the floor with one hand on her shoulder and my legs trapping hers. The other hand attempted to relieve me of my bothersome clothing. Buttons are a pain to undo one-handed, but I managed the one on my pants and my zipper after only a moment of fumbling. I started on my shirt, but Akito made swift work of it, ripping the buttons off as she tore it apart. Part of me wanted to reprimand her, but her malevolent smile egged me on some more.

I took her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, my fingers seeking and finding her center. Although it was not her first time, I wanted to make certain she was ready. Her hands made certain I was ready too. With a harsh tug of my tender flesh, she pulled me closer, wanting me inside of her.

"Onegai, Kureno...be one with me. Love me-AH!"

She nearly came with my initial thrust. Surely I wasn't any larger than Shigure. Was she that worked up? It took some doing not to release myself. Her inner muscles danced around me, squeezing tightly, releasing me, then squeezing even tighter. It was a hell of a different kind.

Then I started to move.

She came then, clenching my engorged flesh like an iron vise. I kept moving despite the pressure for release, slowing my thrusts until she relaxed. Then I pushed harder, faster until she came again. I repeated this process until I knew she was spent.

Once she collapsed I allowed myself release, falling on top of her briefly as I came. With my breathing slowing, I moved off of her, lying beside her. I watched as she laid there, her eyes closed and breathing slowing. There was a small amount of awe as she opened her eyes and turned to look at me. I offered her a smile and she returned it, the malevolence gone.

"Kureno...we DEFINITELY need to do that more often. Especially now that you're staying with me."

I raise an eyebrow in question. "Staying with you?"

"Yes." Like a child she cuddled up to my side, one arm hugged me around my waist. "Your things will be moved in here tomorrow."

My surprise definitely shown on my face. Thankfully, she wasn't paying attention. "I'm...honored. But your mother...?"

"Can go to hell," she answered quickly, but not with the dark emphasis I think she intended. Lethargy was setting in quickly. Her breathing slowed even as she continued, "What I say around here goes. And I say you'll be staying *sigh* with me *yawn* from now on."

I nodded even though she couldn't see. Her eyes had closed and she was well on her way to sleep. "What about Shigure? Surely he won't be happy."

"I'll deal with him," she muttered. "Don't bring him up now. I just...want to...sleep."

I smiled genuinely, rubbing her back gently as if soothing a baby. It was soothing for me too. I started to relax, feeling sleep tug on the edges of my consciousness.

If I'd only known how horrible life would be from that point on, I never would've made that choice.

She yawned again, snuggling closer. "Oyasumi...Kureno."

"Oyasumi nasai, Akito. Happy New Year."

"Eh?" I'm startled by the presence of someone beside me. I jump out of instinct, clinging to the doorframe I'm standing beside. I turn my head to see my wife of only a year standing beside me, a bright smile on her face.

"I said, 'Happy New Year'." She leans forward and kisses my cheek. "It's after midnight."

"How long was I in here?"

My wife shrugs. "A few hours."

"Why didn't you come get me, Arisa?"

"Because I know this room means something to you." She ducks her head, a light blush tingeing her cheeks. "Besides, I like watching you while you reminisce."

"Am I that entertaining?"

"No," she says with a shake of her head. "You just look...peaceful. Like you're having a good memory." She pauses to wrap her arms around my middle, hugging me loosely. "And I know how rare they are for you."

"They're rare for you too," I reply.

"Was this one really that good?"

I'm surprised she asked such a question. It is a good memory...one of a few that comes to mind when I walk into this room. Her intuition is good, and I have debated telling her about this room, about my memories. But I want to keep them to myself, for just a little while longer.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I'll leave you alone for a little while longer." She places another kiss to my cheek, then releases me as she steps away. "But not too much longer. I still want to welcome the New Year properly."

I smile at her slight innuendo and playfully smack her on her rear as she moves away, startling her. My aggression that night with Akito waned greatly in a short period of time, but being married has given me a new meaning, a new life...new wants and needs. And I find that I need Arisa more than I need air to breathe.

I love her.

I know now what love is.

What simply having the best thing in the world by your side is like.

And life...is good.


~OWARI~

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). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please don't sue. No money is being made from the production of this story therefore I have no money to give you.