Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Brief Diary of a Repressed Goddess ❯ Entry 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Secrets abound in the Sohma household. While a few of Shigure's secrets come to light, Akito is keeping one of her own.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
Secrets abound in the Sohma household. While a few of Shigure's secrets come to light, Akito is keeping one of her own.
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 314 | Status: Completed
THE BRIEF DIARY OF A REPRESSED GODDESS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story, told in several parts, is a lead in to a bigger story I'd like to do. No promises on the second story as of now until I see how this one goes over. SPOILER WARNING for chapters 97/98, 101 and other more recent chapters of the manga. Light lemon in this chapter. Told from Akito's point of view. A Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
ENTRY #2
Gods, what's happening to me is unnatural!
I don't care what the specialist says. All the changes! All the food cravings! I feel bloated 90 percent of the time. And the foods I'm eating aren't helping! I've sunk so low as to eat those foods I always hated. I even had Kureno sneak me a greasy, fast food burger a few nights ago...with a bag of Doritos...and ate them at the same time. ARGH! And getting up in the middle of the night to drink a gallon of green tea?! Well, maybe not a gallon, but I know it was too much.
It sucks!
The specialist says that some of the problems will go away, while other things will begin to happen. The cravings, he said could taper off as time goes on. The hormonal changes and mood swings, however, will continue until the cycle is complete. The doctor looked as if he'd pitied me. Truly the pity should be on the poor people who have to be around me on a daily basis.
The only good part about all this is that my breasts are getting larger. Sure they ache on occasion, even to the point where _I_ can't touch them. But it's some benefit. One that I'm sure Kureno is enjoying immensely. Especially since intercourse has become an issue.
We tried several times over the past few months. A time or two we succeeded. Or rather, he succeeded. I think I was just too tired to care. But while I find intimacy very important all of a sudden, I don't like it when Kureno sees me naked. I don't like seeing me naked! And having him poke me in a spot where I know this little secret inside of me might feel it...unnerves me.
"You're beautiful, Akito," Kureno constantly assures me. "I know you don't like these changes, but I think they make you even more beautiful."
"I think you're just trying to get me to have sex with you."
"Nothing of the sort...although, I am concerned."
"About what?"
"You're annual check-up is in a few weeks. What will you tell Hatori?"
Despite my weight gain, the mood shifts didn't seem to affect much of the family, including Hatori. Our daily meetings dwindled to weekly visitations, however, and I know he suspected something. I gave him no other explanation other than I didn't need him as often. I was feeling fine and there was no reason for him to be concerned.
"I am the doctor," he'd said during one meeting. "Let me be the judge of that."
During our meetings he would ask me questions, check my heart rate and blood pressure. Everything was as fine as I told him. He was assuaged for the time being, but I knew the possibility of involving him was growing. I am leery to involve him, though, because once word of my little secret gets out, HE might find out.
I'm not ready for that.
Although, it might make for the perfect wedding present.
I do not need to leave my quarters to hear about the dog's impending marriage. The one I granted him. The servants are all a buzz. The entire house seems...alive...with the news. I don't like it. Thankfully the servants aren't all that noisy in my presence, but that doesn't stop them from chattering in the halls.
"I can't believe there's going to be a wedding!"
"It's about time."
"And Shigure-san, too! Oh that's one lucky girl."
"She just graduated from high school."
"The old dog is robbing the cradle!"
"I wonder if there's more to it than that."
Yes, I wondered too.
That's when I called in the two people I knew would give me the satisfaction I needed. Not together. Never together. Their arguing, while enjoyable, would just upset my delicate sensibilities. No, I asked them to join me on different days.
Yuki was punctual as always. Dressed nicely in a coat and tie, he had just come from a college interview. There was little in the way of arguing when we greeted each other. Needless to say I was surprised by how much he'd grown. He looked so much older than when I had seen him just a few months before at the New Year's gathering. More mature. I was almost at a loss as to how to address this...man...before me.
Almost.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Yuki. Would you join me for some tea?"
"Of course."
Our conversation was brief, to the point and not nearly as fruitful as I had hoped. I was deeply disappointed. Yuki showed no sign of fear, no sign of torment over the loss the beloved onigiri.
Kyo was a different story.
I know how much the cat loves the rice ball. He'd been fool enough to say so to my face. He was distraught over the topic of Tohru and her upcoming wedding. Shaking hands cupped his tea in such a way so as not to spill it. His eyes remained averted to the ground, even as his voice rose in anger.
"He doesn't deserve her. The bastard doesn't deserve her."
"And you do?"
"I never said that."
"But you implied it."
"You already know how I feel about her. If you're looking to rub it in my face, than you can go to hell!"
"Why shouldn't I give her to Shigure? He's asked so little of me. And I believe there's already something going on between them." I leaned a little closer to Kyo, judging his reaction. "I'm sure they've slept together. And I'm sure she's enjoyed it."
"Just because he gets her pregnant is no reason to hand her over!"
BINGO!
Kyo was rather frightened after he told me that bit of news. Apparently no one was supposed to know just yet. That's all right. I assured him I wanted nothing to do with her child. I didn't. And in reward, I set him free.
I set him and Yuki free from the promises that had been made a long time ago.
I feel strangely...relieved.
So why couldn't I stop crying? Again?!
"Akito?"
"It hurts Kureno. Why do I feel so much pain?"
"You're just sad. It's okay to be sad. I'm here if you need me."
He allowed me to use him, allowed me to kiss him through my tears. He said nothing as I ripped his shirt open, my lips pressing against the flesh and muscle and of his chest. I wondered in awe at how well built he was for a man who didn't work out. Or maybe he did, I didn't really know.
His hands held me gently as I did my work, removing his shirt and going straight for the waistline of his pants. Sometimes it took Kureno a while to "perk up", and I wanted to make sure he was good and ready for what I wanted. He groaned, lifting his hips as I undid the button of his pants and slid them down past his butt. I had to pause again, in awe that there was only flesh. No more material to hinder me.
My lips encompassed the tip of him. I sunk lower, taking more of his growing length inside my mouth. Awed and amazed by how much harder he got just from the pressure of my lips and tongue, I rewarded him with a little nip. This caused him to grown, his fingers digging into my hair as his hips lifted, pushing him further inside.
But I didn't stop with a simple blowjob. Ignoring that little voice in the back of my head that told me I was ugly, I removed my own clothing and straddled him. One could easily see that I had gained weight. A little secret growing inside of me. I wonder if it knew what I was doing. If it thought I was trying to hurt it.
And I wonder...could it feel my pleasure as I rode Kureno, bucking and screaming his name until I passed out above him?
The searing pain I felt the next morning was only an indication. Kureno immediately called the specialist and we were in the car and on the move before I had a chance to blink. It is endearing that Kureno treats me this way. Like I'm someone special. I'd almost like to think that maybe...just maybe...he cares for the child growing inside of me, too. Would he think of it as his when it was born?
I still had no idea what I was going to do.
Although, an idea was forming.
'Survive little one. Survive so that we may both be saved.'
False labor. That's what the doctor called it. Wasn't it too early? Yes, he'd said. And he wanted me to be in constant care. There was only one person I could allow in constant contact with me. One other besides Kureno.
And I still didn't trust him.
But a second bout of false labor, coupled with a severe cold I picked up from the change in climates, gave me no other choice.
He was surprised, to say the least. Angry, too, that I'd kept it from him. I got the sternest lecture I think Hatori could ever give. And I laughed. The entire time I sat there and laughed.
"Surely you do not find your condition amusing, Akito?"
"No. My condition is *snicker* far from amusing. The look on your face *giggle* however, is quite comical."
"I'm happy you're amused. But you need to think seriously about this. You're nearly six months pregnant. You're really going to start showing soon, and with the wedding coming up, you may not be able to hide it."
"I do not want to attend the wedding anyway."
"But, Akito...?"
"Give me a reason to leave here, Hatori. Give me an excuse not to have to watch that stupid mutt marry his bitch. Onegai."
And he did.
I've just moved into the summerhouse along the beach. And Shigure is saying his vows to his new bride right about now. I've asked Hatori to go, knowing I can get any information out of him I desire later. But it would certainly look suspicious if he is not there for his friend's wedding.
I wonder if he will tell Shigure. He had promised not to. I believe him, only because he gave me his word. His word above all else...but still, I wonder....
My final trimester begins tomorrow and with it I have a whole new outlook. An idea about what is to come. A plan for my future.
And for my child.
~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. ^_^
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story, told in several parts, is a lead in to a bigger story I'd like to do. No promises on the second story as of now until I see how this one goes over. SPOILER WARNING for chapters 97/98, 101 and other more recent chapters of the manga. Light lemon in this chapter. Told from Akito's point of view. A Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
ENTRY #2
Gods, what's happening to me is unnatural!
I don't care what the specialist says. All the changes! All the food cravings! I feel bloated 90 percent of the time. And the foods I'm eating aren't helping! I've sunk so low as to eat those foods I always hated. I even had Kureno sneak me a greasy, fast food burger a few nights ago...with a bag of Doritos...and ate them at the same time. ARGH! And getting up in the middle of the night to drink a gallon of green tea?! Well, maybe not a gallon, but I know it was too much.
It sucks!
The specialist says that some of the problems will go away, while other things will begin to happen. The cravings, he said could taper off as time goes on. The hormonal changes and mood swings, however, will continue until the cycle is complete. The doctor looked as if he'd pitied me. Truly the pity should be on the poor people who have to be around me on a daily basis.
The only good part about all this is that my breasts are getting larger. Sure they ache on occasion, even to the point where _I_ can't touch them. But it's some benefit. One that I'm sure Kureno is enjoying immensely. Especially since intercourse has become an issue.
We tried several times over the past few months. A time or two we succeeded. Or rather, he succeeded. I think I was just too tired to care. But while I find intimacy very important all of a sudden, I don't like it when Kureno sees me naked. I don't like seeing me naked! And having him poke me in a spot where I know this little secret inside of me might feel it...unnerves me.
"You're beautiful, Akito," Kureno constantly assures me. "I know you don't like these changes, but I think they make you even more beautiful."
"I think you're just trying to get me to have sex with you."
"Nothing of the sort...although, I am concerned."
"About what?"
"You're annual check-up is in a few weeks. What will you tell Hatori?"
Despite my weight gain, the mood shifts didn't seem to affect much of the family, including Hatori. Our daily meetings dwindled to weekly visitations, however, and I know he suspected something. I gave him no other explanation other than I didn't need him as often. I was feeling fine and there was no reason for him to be concerned.
"I am the doctor," he'd said during one meeting. "Let me be the judge of that."
During our meetings he would ask me questions, check my heart rate and blood pressure. Everything was as fine as I told him. He was assuaged for the time being, but I knew the possibility of involving him was growing. I am leery to involve him, though, because once word of my little secret gets out, HE might find out.
I'm not ready for that.
Although, it might make for the perfect wedding present.
I do not need to leave my quarters to hear about the dog's impending marriage. The one I granted him. The servants are all a buzz. The entire house seems...alive...with the news. I don't like it. Thankfully the servants aren't all that noisy in my presence, but that doesn't stop them from chattering in the halls.
"I can't believe there's going to be a wedding!"
"It's about time."
"And Shigure-san, too! Oh that's one lucky girl."
"She just graduated from high school."
"The old dog is robbing the cradle!"
"I wonder if there's more to it than that."
Yes, I wondered too.
That's when I called in the two people I knew would give me the satisfaction I needed. Not together. Never together. Their arguing, while enjoyable, would just upset my delicate sensibilities. No, I asked them to join me on different days.
Yuki was punctual as always. Dressed nicely in a coat and tie, he had just come from a college interview. There was little in the way of arguing when we greeted each other. Needless to say I was surprised by how much he'd grown. He looked so much older than when I had seen him just a few months before at the New Year's gathering. More mature. I was almost at a loss as to how to address this...man...before me.
Almost.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Yuki. Would you join me for some tea?"
"Of course."
Our conversation was brief, to the point and not nearly as fruitful as I had hoped. I was deeply disappointed. Yuki showed no sign of fear, no sign of torment over the loss the beloved onigiri.
Kyo was a different story.
I know how much the cat loves the rice ball. He'd been fool enough to say so to my face. He was distraught over the topic of Tohru and her upcoming wedding. Shaking hands cupped his tea in such a way so as not to spill it. His eyes remained averted to the ground, even as his voice rose in anger.
"He doesn't deserve her. The bastard doesn't deserve her."
"And you do?"
"I never said that."
"But you implied it."
"You already know how I feel about her. If you're looking to rub it in my face, than you can go to hell!"
"Why shouldn't I give her to Shigure? He's asked so little of me. And I believe there's already something going on between them." I leaned a little closer to Kyo, judging his reaction. "I'm sure they've slept together. And I'm sure she's enjoyed it."
"Just because he gets her pregnant is no reason to hand her over!"
BINGO!
Kyo was rather frightened after he told me that bit of news. Apparently no one was supposed to know just yet. That's all right. I assured him I wanted nothing to do with her child. I didn't. And in reward, I set him free.
I set him and Yuki free from the promises that had been made a long time ago.
I feel strangely...relieved.
So why couldn't I stop crying? Again?!
"Akito?"
"It hurts Kureno. Why do I feel so much pain?"
"You're just sad. It's okay to be sad. I'm here if you need me."
He allowed me to use him, allowed me to kiss him through my tears. He said nothing as I ripped his shirt open, my lips pressing against the flesh and muscle and of his chest. I wondered in awe at how well built he was for a man who didn't work out. Or maybe he did, I didn't really know.
His hands held me gently as I did my work, removing his shirt and going straight for the waistline of his pants. Sometimes it took Kureno a while to "perk up", and I wanted to make sure he was good and ready for what I wanted. He groaned, lifting his hips as I undid the button of his pants and slid them down past his butt. I had to pause again, in awe that there was only flesh. No more material to hinder me.
My lips encompassed the tip of him. I sunk lower, taking more of his growing length inside my mouth. Awed and amazed by how much harder he got just from the pressure of my lips and tongue, I rewarded him with a little nip. This caused him to grown, his fingers digging into my hair as his hips lifted, pushing him further inside.
But I didn't stop with a simple blowjob. Ignoring that little voice in the back of my head that told me I was ugly, I removed my own clothing and straddled him. One could easily see that I had gained weight. A little secret growing inside of me. I wonder if it knew what I was doing. If it thought I was trying to hurt it.
And I wonder...could it feel my pleasure as I rode Kureno, bucking and screaming his name until I passed out above him?
The searing pain I felt the next morning was only an indication. Kureno immediately called the specialist and we were in the car and on the move before I had a chance to blink. It is endearing that Kureno treats me this way. Like I'm someone special. I'd almost like to think that maybe...just maybe...he cares for the child growing inside of me, too. Would he think of it as his when it was born?
I still had no idea what I was going to do.
Although, an idea was forming.
'Survive little one. Survive so that we may both be saved.'
False labor. That's what the doctor called it. Wasn't it too early? Yes, he'd said. And he wanted me to be in constant care. There was only one person I could allow in constant contact with me. One other besides Kureno.
And I still didn't trust him.
But a second bout of false labor, coupled with a severe cold I picked up from the change in climates, gave me no other choice.
He was surprised, to say the least. Angry, too, that I'd kept it from him. I got the sternest lecture I think Hatori could ever give. And I laughed. The entire time I sat there and laughed.
"Surely you do not find your condition amusing, Akito?"
"No. My condition is *snicker* far from amusing. The look on your face *giggle* however, is quite comical."
"I'm happy you're amused. But you need to think seriously about this. You're nearly six months pregnant. You're really going to start showing soon, and with the wedding coming up, you may not be able to hide it."
"I do not want to attend the wedding anyway."
"But, Akito...?"
"Give me a reason to leave here, Hatori. Give me an excuse not to have to watch that stupid mutt marry his bitch. Onegai."
And he did.
I've just moved into the summerhouse along the beach. And Shigure is saying his vows to his new bride right about now. I've asked Hatori to go, knowing I can get any information out of him I desire later. But it would certainly look suspicious if he is not there for his friend's wedding.
I wonder if he will tell Shigure. He had promised not to. I believe him, only because he gave me his word. His word above all else...but still, I wonder....
My final trimester begins tomorrow and with it I have a whole new outlook. An idea about what is to come. A plan for my future.
And for my child.
~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. ^_^