Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless in Sohma House ❯ Something about Akito ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Yuki_The_Rat 
The truth about Akito. Why is the boy so angry?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.12.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
The truth about Akito. Why is the boy so angry?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.12.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it’s characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki. Yuki too, and I suppose kidnapping isn’t an option.
Also, spoiler warning, this contains spoilers to the final fruits basket episode, so watch it first, so that I don’t ruin anything for you. It’s an excellent episode.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART FOUR - SOMETHING ABOUT AKITO
TOHRU *
Tohru Honda felt a bit uncomfortable as she stepped into the forest clearing that comprised Yuki’s secret base. She had never visited Yuki’s special place without his permission, and she worried that Yuki would see it as an invasion of his privacy. Normally, she supposed that Yuki wouldn’t mind, but today wasn’t exactly normal.
Spotting the carnage that was once a lovely strawberry patch, Tohru felt a rare flash of anger.
‘Who did this to Yuki’s garden? Vandals? Kyo? Akito?’
Deciding that her hunch had been incorrect, as the secret base was obviously empty. Tohru was about to turn and leave when a flash of white fabric, laying amongst the ravaged strawberries, caught her attention.
“Yuki Transformed?” She wondered, her eyes searching the area for some sign of the little gray rat.
“Yuki? Are you around here somewhere?” Her already saddened heart was touched by worry, coupled with an unexplained fear.
Moving into the garden, she bent down to retrieve the abandoned garments. Folding them quickly, and taking a final glance around the clearing, Tohru’s red rimmed eyes passed right over the tiny, discolored, body of the rat which was laying directly in front of her.
“Yuki?” She called again, turning in a slow circle, and trying to ignore the voice of Akito, which had once again taken up a residence inside her head, and was now whispering nasty thoughts to her.
“He’s dead,” Akito told her, “The cat got him.” Dropping to her knees, her face exploding with new tears, Tohru screamed into the forest.
“YUKI! Where are you? Please, answer me.”
YUKI *
The first thought Yuki had upon regaining his consciousness, was that he really couldn’t breath. The second thought was that someone had called for him. Struggling to open his eyes, he decided it was just too much work, his body felt drained completely, and it took every once of his remaining strength to muster up the tiny, quiet, whisper. “Miss Honda.” This accomplished, the tiny rat drifted back into darkness.
TOHRU *
“Miss Honda.” It was only the smallest whisper. It was a wonder that anyone could have heard it at all. Filled with despair, and exhaustion, Yuki’s voice was so very faint, but Tohru Honda heard it.
“Yuki?” Tohru whispered back, suddenly aware that her rat sized friend was laying right in front of her, only so covered in muck that he was almost unrecognizable. Worse, he actually did look dead, like a cat had indeed got him. Actually, it looked like the cat had got him, ate him, and spit him back out, but that was due to strawberry gunk that was covering every inch of his body. Leaning in for a closer look, Tohru scooped the tiny body of Yuki up, into her hand, and was relieved to feel his tiny pulse beating weakly against her palm.
Taking just a second to secure Yuki on top of the pile of discarded clothes, Tohru stood, hugging the bundle to her carefully and took off in a run towards the main house.
AKITO *
Akito sat, lounging, in front of his favorite window. Upon one finger a pretty white bird perched, nibbling bird feed out of the palm of Akito’s outstretched hand. Akito’s mind, as always, was consumed with day dreams involving Tohru Honda and a certain violet eyed Sohma boy. It wasn’t that Akito disliked Yuki, childhood bullying aside, it had never been like that. What Akito felt for Yuki was definitely not feelings of dislike. Nor were Akito’s feelings, as the pervert Shigure so often liked to accuse, the feelings of a lover. Akito wasn’t gay, at least he didn’t believe himself so. It wasn’t that Akito wanted to make Yuki his boy love. No, Akito was quite sure that he was not in love with Yuki Sohma. Jealous of? Sure. Aggravated by? A little. But in love with him? No way in hell.
Since day one, the younger Sohma had always demanded something more than Akito could offer. Spoilt he was, really. Yuki felt sorry for himself, because he wasn’t a normal person; because it was dangerous for him to have a normal relationship with others. What Yuki never understood was that Akito would have given anything, everything in fact, to be in Yuki’s position for one single day.
Although, not by his own choice, Akito had given the Sohma clan his life. From the moment he was born Akito had been the head of the Sohma family. He was born to devote his entire life, caring for the children of the Sohma curse. Soon, very soon, Akito would die. Akito didn’t want to die, he was scared of death. He hadn’t asked to make all of the choices for the family either, it was his responsibility. So what if he actually enjoyed being in control, because that was the one thing that Akito truly did like about being the Sohma family head. He had nothing else to do with his time, and he was very lonely with everyone despising him day in and day out. Akito wasn’t really mean, he was misunderstood. Why couldn’t Yuki get that? Why didn’t any of them get it? Akito’s constant irritation at their selfish insensibility was the one thing that made Akito lash out at them, so what did everyone expect, they deserved his abuse.
And then there was the thing about erasing everybody’s memory. They acted as if Akito actually enjoyed doing that. No, he most certainly didn’t enjoy it. It was simply something that occasionally needed to be done. Had they all forgotten about the first time Akito had be forced to give the order to have a memory erased? It had been Akito’s own mother’s memory. It had been a gift that Akito had chosen to bestow upon her. He did it to cure her of the love that she still felt for his father. Akito was six at the time. He had never met his father, who had died one day before his birth. That was part of it, the curse that is, you are born as the head of the Sohma family. It is imperative that you take a wife before your 20th birthday, you choose one or one is forced upon you by the family. Once you father a child, always a boy, stupid sexist curse, you will die. You never even get the chance to hold your own child, and the curse is law, it is unbreakable. No head of the Sohma family has ever lived to see his 22nd birthday, Akito was nineteen, he would be dead within three years.
The truth was that Akito had been attracted to Tohru Honda from the beginning. This was not something that Akito admitted to anyone. He had, in fact, denied these feelings even to himself. But the thing was, ever since the day at the high School when the young girl had found the nerve to take a stand against Akito, the little bitch had actually pushed him, Akito had developed a bit of an fascination for her.
It had been inconsequential at first, it started with her name. Tohru Honda, those two words seemed to sneak their way into Akito’s thoughts, at random points, throughout his day. It annoyed the hell out of him too. There he would be, walking through his garden, enjoying his little time left on this earth; when all of the sudden that name, Tohru Honda, would pop across his mind. It drove him crazy. Akito was the epitome of ambivalence, where Tohru Honda was concerned. He told people he thought she was ugly, but he found her very cute. He treated her like dirt, but he really just wanted to hug her. Akito had a crush on Tohru Honda, it was like a disease he had somehow caught, and it, slowly, got worse.
Akito’s breaking point had come a few months back. It was after that incident with that disgusting Kyo beast. Shigure had called to request that Akito meet with the girl. At this point the head of the Sohma family was still in complete denial about his feelings. He had convinced himself that the reason he couldn’t get the girl out of his mind had to do with how much he hated her intrusion into the Sohma household. Before she had came along things made sense to Akito. Sure Yuki was being difficult, but Yuki had always made Akito’s life difficult. There was also the matter of Hatori pestering him about taking a wife, which was infuriating, but the bottom line was that Akito was the head of the Sohma house. Although Akito had nothing else, at least he was in control. Now that Tohru Honda was in their lives Akito felt all of his control swirling away. And this really pissed Akito off. Akito agreed to meet with Tohru. He had decided that the girl would be leaving the Sohma house and was going to make the announcement that afternoon.
Things did quite go the way he had planned. Instead of gaining his control of his family back, Akito had lost himself. In a split second the girl had broken him. Akito knew the exact moment when it happened. He had been standing over her, her hair gripped tightly in his right hand, and those bastards Yuki and Shigure were holding him back.
“Now, I want to hear you beg me for forgiveness, say you’ll never interfere with the Sohma’s again.” He had told her, the feeling of complete dominance over her filling his head and making him grin bitterly.
The girl hadn’t begged, instead she had sat there, her big blue eyes filled with tears. Tohru Honda had proceeded to tell him all of the things that he had been desiring to hear his entire life.
Akito Sohma had decided that day that Tohru Honda was the only woman that he could ever marry. She just didn’t know it yet. So Akito had started stalking her.
Akito didn’t make the best of stalkers. Since he was sickly most of the time, it was difficult for him to find enough energy to venture out of the safety of the Sohma lair. There was also the issue of alluding Hatori, which was a pain. Every once in a while though, Akito would find himself overcome with the need to see the beautiful girl, he wondered how he could ever have called her ugly, and these thoughts would feel his body with renewed life. It was at these times that Akito would find himself taking a walk past the Sohma owned building that Tohru Honda worked in at night.
Akito had even discovered the perfect stalker location. There was a small bench, which sat adjacent to the Sohma building. It was located directly in front of an alleyway, perfect for a quick escape should the need ever arise. Best of all, it was next door to a lovely tea garden, which served a wide variety of the most delicious cookies. Hatori, being his doctor, tended to frown upon Akito’s overwhelming love of sweets. Hatori lectured that they were unhealthy, but Akito couldn’t care less, he figured he was dying either way. So Akito would sit, drinking green tea and eating his cookies, gazing up through the third floor windows waiting to catch a fleeting glance of Tohru Honda.
The trouble was, yesterday, Akito had overheard Yuki and Hatori talking. Okay, so he had been spying on them, and now he was wishing that he hadn’t been. Now he knew too much, and it was destroying him. As he had always suspected, Yuki was hot for Tohru Honda. Worse, Hatori, forever the thorn in Akito’s heel, had actually giving the idiot rat love advice. And it was good advice too, where could that stupid doctor have learned such things?
This morning, right at this moment, possibly, Yuki would be making his move. There was not a damn thing Akito could do to stop him. And since Yuki was everything that Akito could never be, Akito was completely certain that Hatori’s plan had been carried out flawlessly, and that Yuki had stolen his bride to be.
And this was, basically, what Akito was thinking about, when he heard footsteps, and he looked up to see Tohru Honda rushing through the gates.
HATORI *
Hatori was hiding in his bedroom, reading one of Shigure’s cheesy novels, something that no one would ever know that he did. He loved them, actually, they were full of smutty love and romance, and if he couldn’t get it in the real world, well, then this would do just fine. In fact, it was thanks to Shigure’s novels that Hatori had been able to advise the love sick Yuki when he had visited yesterday. Thinking about this made Hatori smile. In his mind he pictured Tohru’s face when Yuki told her how he truly felt.
These thoughts made Hatori happy, but sad. He was relieved that one of the cursed Sohma’s had actually managed to find someone who would accept him, but he was also saddened, as the memory of his own first love was forever fresh in his mind.
‘Maybe I should make Akito read these,’ he joked to himself, ‘He needs to choose someone soon, or else we will be forced to chose for him. Someone like Tohru would be nice.’ at this Hatori laughed. As if that would ever happen. Akito hated Tohru, although Hatori didn’t understand why. How can anyone not fall in love with that girl?
Hatori’s thoughts were distracted by the sound of footsteps hurrying towards his room. Quickly, Hatori, shoved the book he was reading under his pillow and stood up to put his clothes in order. At that moment, Momiji burst into the room.
“Hatori, you have to come! It’s Yuki, I think he’s dying.”
****
Okay, I don’t know what just happened here. I was working on my Akito storyline, something involving Akito being his usual cold hearted self and tormenting Yuki, when all of the sudden Akito took over my entire story. I don’t know where this came from, but I figure when your characters start telling you what to write, you had better listen. Especially where Akito is concerned, that boy can be scary. Now, however, I myself have no idea what is going to happen next, and Akito is feeling tired and just went for a nap. I guess we will all have to wait for Akito to wake up again, grace me with his presence, and tell me what happens next.
Also, spoiler warning, this contains spoilers to the final fruits basket episode, so watch it first, so that I don’t ruin anything for you. It’s an excellent episode.
Sleepless in Sohma House
PART FOUR - SOMETHING ABOUT AKITO
TOHRU *
Tohru Honda felt a bit uncomfortable as she stepped into the forest clearing that comprised Yuki’s secret base. She had never visited Yuki’s special place without his permission, and she worried that Yuki would see it as an invasion of his privacy. Normally, she supposed that Yuki wouldn’t mind, but today wasn’t exactly normal.
Spotting the carnage that was once a lovely strawberry patch, Tohru felt a rare flash of anger.
‘Who did this to Yuki’s garden? Vandals? Kyo? Akito?’
Deciding that her hunch had been incorrect, as the secret base was obviously empty. Tohru was about to turn and leave when a flash of white fabric, laying amongst the ravaged strawberries, caught her attention.
“Yuki Transformed?” She wondered, her eyes searching the area for some sign of the little gray rat.
“Yuki? Are you around here somewhere?” Her already saddened heart was touched by worry, coupled with an unexplained fear.
Moving into the garden, she bent down to retrieve the abandoned garments. Folding them quickly, and taking a final glance around the clearing, Tohru’s red rimmed eyes passed right over the tiny, discolored, body of the rat which was laying directly in front of her.
“Yuki?” She called again, turning in a slow circle, and trying to ignore the voice of Akito, which had once again taken up a residence inside her head, and was now whispering nasty thoughts to her.
“He’s dead,” Akito told her, “The cat got him.” Dropping to her knees, her face exploding with new tears, Tohru screamed into the forest.
“YUKI! Where are you? Please, answer me.”
YUKI *
The first thought Yuki had upon regaining his consciousness, was that he really couldn’t breath. The second thought was that someone had called for him. Struggling to open his eyes, he decided it was just too much work, his body felt drained completely, and it took every once of his remaining strength to muster up the tiny, quiet, whisper. “Miss Honda.” This accomplished, the tiny rat drifted back into darkness.
TOHRU *
“Miss Honda.” It was only the smallest whisper. It was a wonder that anyone could have heard it at all. Filled with despair, and exhaustion, Yuki’s voice was so very faint, but Tohru Honda heard it.
“Yuki?” Tohru whispered back, suddenly aware that her rat sized friend was laying right in front of her, only so covered in muck that he was almost unrecognizable. Worse, he actually did look dead, like a cat had indeed got him. Actually, it looked like the cat had got him, ate him, and spit him back out, but that was due to strawberry gunk that was covering every inch of his body. Leaning in for a closer look, Tohru scooped the tiny body of Yuki up, into her hand, and was relieved to feel his tiny pulse beating weakly against her palm.
Taking just a second to secure Yuki on top of the pile of discarded clothes, Tohru stood, hugging the bundle to her carefully and took off in a run towards the main house.
AKITO *
Akito sat, lounging, in front of his favorite window. Upon one finger a pretty white bird perched, nibbling bird feed out of the palm of Akito’s outstretched hand. Akito’s mind, as always, was consumed with day dreams involving Tohru Honda and a certain violet eyed Sohma boy. It wasn’t that Akito disliked Yuki, childhood bullying aside, it had never been like that. What Akito felt for Yuki was definitely not feelings of dislike. Nor were Akito’s feelings, as the pervert Shigure so often liked to accuse, the feelings of a lover. Akito wasn’t gay, at least he didn’t believe himself so. It wasn’t that Akito wanted to make Yuki his boy love. No, Akito was quite sure that he was not in love with Yuki Sohma. Jealous of? Sure. Aggravated by? A little. But in love with him? No way in hell.
Since day one, the younger Sohma had always demanded something more than Akito could offer. Spoilt he was, really. Yuki felt sorry for himself, because he wasn’t a normal person; because it was dangerous for him to have a normal relationship with others. What Yuki never understood was that Akito would have given anything, everything in fact, to be in Yuki’s position for one single day.
Although, not by his own choice, Akito had given the Sohma clan his life. From the moment he was born Akito had been the head of the Sohma family. He was born to devote his entire life, caring for the children of the Sohma curse. Soon, very soon, Akito would die. Akito didn’t want to die, he was scared of death. He hadn’t asked to make all of the choices for the family either, it was his responsibility. So what if he actually enjoyed being in control, because that was the one thing that Akito truly did like about being the Sohma family head. He had nothing else to do with his time, and he was very lonely with everyone despising him day in and day out. Akito wasn’t really mean, he was misunderstood. Why couldn’t Yuki get that? Why didn’t any of them get it? Akito’s constant irritation at their selfish insensibility was the one thing that made Akito lash out at them, so what did everyone expect, they deserved his abuse.
And then there was the thing about erasing everybody’s memory. They acted as if Akito actually enjoyed doing that. No, he most certainly didn’t enjoy it. It was simply something that occasionally needed to be done. Had they all forgotten about the first time Akito had be forced to give the order to have a memory erased? It had been Akito’s own mother’s memory. It had been a gift that Akito had chosen to bestow upon her. He did it to cure her of the love that she still felt for his father. Akito was six at the time. He had never met his father, who had died one day before his birth. That was part of it, the curse that is, you are born as the head of the Sohma family. It is imperative that you take a wife before your 20th birthday, you choose one or one is forced upon you by the family. Once you father a child, always a boy, stupid sexist curse, you will die. You never even get the chance to hold your own child, and the curse is law, it is unbreakable. No head of the Sohma family has ever lived to see his 22nd birthday, Akito was nineteen, he would be dead within three years.
The truth was that Akito had been attracted to Tohru Honda from the beginning. This was not something that Akito admitted to anyone. He had, in fact, denied these feelings even to himself. But the thing was, ever since the day at the high School when the young girl had found the nerve to take a stand against Akito, the little bitch had actually pushed him, Akito had developed a bit of an fascination for her.
It had been inconsequential at first, it started with her name. Tohru Honda, those two words seemed to sneak their way into Akito’s thoughts, at random points, throughout his day. It annoyed the hell out of him too. There he would be, walking through his garden, enjoying his little time left on this earth; when all of the sudden that name, Tohru Honda, would pop across his mind. It drove him crazy. Akito was the epitome of ambivalence, where Tohru Honda was concerned. He told people he thought she was ugly, but he found her very cute. He treated her like dirt, but he really just wanted to hug her. Akito had a crush on Tohru Honda, it was like a disease he had somehow caught, and it, slowly, got worse.
Akito’s breaking point had come a few months back. It was after that incident with that disgusting Kyo beast. Shigure had called to request that Akito meet with the girl. At this point the head of the Sohma family was still in complete denial about his feelings. He had convinced himself that the reason he couldn’t get the girl out of his mind had to do with how much he hated her intrusion into the Sohma household. Before she had came along things made sense to Akito. Sure Yuki was being difficult, but Yuki had always made Akito’s life difficult. There was also the matter of Hatori pestering him about taking a wife, which was infuriating, but the bottom line was that Akito was the head of the Sohma house. Although Akito had nothing else, at least he was in control. Now that Tohru Honda was in their lives Akito felt all of his control swirling away. And this really pissed Akito off. Akito agreed to meet with Tohru. He had decided that the girl would be leaving the Sohma house and was going to make the announcement that afternoon.
Things did quite go the way he had planned. Instead of gaining his control of his family back, Akito had lost himself. In a split second the girl had broken him. Akito knew the exact moment when it happened. He had been standing over her, her hair gripped tightly in his right hand, and those bastards Yuki and Shigure were holding him back.
“Now, I want to hear you beg me for forgiveness, say you’ll never interfere with the Sohma’s again.” He had told her, the feeling of complete dominance over her filling his head and making him grin bitterly.
The girl hadn’t begged, instead she had sat there, her big blue eyes filled with tears. Tohru Honda had proceeded to tell him all of the things that he had been desiring to hear his entire life.
Akito Sohma had decided that day that Tohru Honda was the only woman that he could ever marry. She just didn’t know it yet. So Akito had started stalking her.
Akito didn’t make the best of stalkers. Since he was sickly most of the time, it was difficult for him to find enough energy to venture out of the safety of the Sohma lair. There was also the issue of alluding Hatori, which was a pain. Every once in a while though, Akito would find himself overcome with the need to see the beautiful girl, he wondered how he could ever have called her ugly, and these thoughts would feel his body with renewed life. It was at these times that Akito would find himself taking a walk past the Sohma owned building that Tohru Honda worked in at night.
Akito had even discovered the perfect stalker location. There was a small bench, which sat adjacent to the Sohma building. It was located directly in front of an alleyway, perfect for a quick escape should the need ever arise. Best of all, it was next door to a lovely tea garden, which served a wide variety of the most delicious cookies. Hatori, being his doctor, tended to frown upon Akito’s overwhelming love of sweets. Hatori lectured that they were unhealthy, but Akito couldn’t care less, he figured he was dying either way. So Akito would sit, drinking green tea and eating his cookies, gazing up through the third floor windows waiting to catch a fleeting glance of Tohru Honda.
The trouble was, yesterday, Akito had overheard Yuki and Hatori talking. Okay, so he had been spying on them, and now he was wishing that he hadn’t been. Now he knew too much, and it was destroying him. As he had always suspected, Yuki was hot for Tohru Honda. Worse, Hatori, forever the thorn in Akito’s heel, had actually giving the idiot rat love advice. And it was good advice too, where could that stupid doctor have learned such things?
This morning, right at this moment, possibly, Yuki would be making his move. There was not a damn thing Akito could do to stop him. And since Yuki was everything that Akito could never be, Akito was completely certain that Hatori’s plan had been carried out flawlessly, and that Yuki had stolen his bride to be.
And this was, basically, what Akito was thinking about, when he heard footsteps, and he looked up to see Tohru Honda rushing through the gates.
HATORI *
Hatori was hiding in his bedroom, reading one of Shigure’s cheesy novels, something that no one would ever know that he did. He loved them, actually, they were full of smutty love and romance, and if he couldn’t get it in the real world, well, then this would do just fine. In fact, it was thanks to Shigure’s novels that Hatori had been able to advise the love sick Yuki when he had visited yesterday. Thinking about this made Hatori smile. In his mind he pictured Tohru’s face when Yuki told her how he truly felt.
These thoughts made Hatori happy, but sad. He was relieved that one of the cursed Sohma’s had actually managed to find someone who would accept him, but he was also saddened, as the memory of his own first love was forever fresh in his mind.
‘Maybe I should make Akito read these,’ he joked to himself, ‘He needs to choose someone soon, or else we will be forced to chose for him. Someone like Tohru would be nice.’ at this Hatori laughed. As if that would ever happen. Akito hated Tohru, although Hatori didn’t understand why. How can anyone not fall in love with that girl?
Hatori’s thoughts were distracted by the sound of footsteps hurrying towards his room. Quickly, Hatori, shoved the book he was reading under his pillow and stood up to put his clothes in order. At that moment, Momiji burst into the room.
“Hatori, you have to come! It’s Yuki, I think he’s dying.”
****
Okay, I don’t know what just happened here. I was working on my Akito storyline, something involving Akito being his usual cold hearted self and tormenting Yuki, when all of the sudden Akito took over my entire story. I don’t know where this came from, but I figure when your characters start telling you what to write, you had better listen. Especially where Akito is concerned, that boy can be scary. Now, however, I myself have no idea what is going to happen next, and Akito is feeling tired and just went for a nap. I guess we will all have to wait for Akito to wake up again, grace me with his presence, and tell me what happens next.