Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The New Akito ❯ Sousuke's Advice/A Visit From Akito ( Chapter 12 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: MitchellsPrincess42405 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Chapter Twelve: Sousuke’s Advice/A Visit From Akito
“Why would Tami want another family? I’M Tamaki’s family, not those boys. Tamaki doesn’t need them and they sure as hell aren’t staying here!” Kiri reasoned with herself.
“Well, someone’s in a bad mood,” Kiri looked up abruptly. A small boy of about nine with sandy red hair sat outside her window, leaning on her windowsill.
“Hey! What are you doing here, Sousuke?” Kiri looked over at her favorite cousin, after Kenji of course; Sousuke was the son of Kyo and Arisa.
“I was bored. You know I can’t stop climbing. So, I thought my pathetic cousin could use a visit from her superior cousin. I heard about Tami’s family coming to town.” He gracefully hopped through a window and stalked over to Kiri’s side, sitting down next to her on her bed.
“Thanks, Sousuke. I need a friend.”
“Look, I never said I was your friend,” replied the short-tempered son of the two most ornery Sohmas. “I’m not your friend, Kiri. I’m your family.”
She gabbed him around the neck and hugged poor Sousuke so tight he “eepped!” rather loudly. “Sousuke, you ARE my family, and my friend, and I will never forget that, and you better not either!”
The little boy relaxed a little but still had the expression of a cat thrown in a bath. He was never raised to be the touchy-feely type, but much like his father was drawn to Tohru, Sousuke was curiously drawn towards his cousin.
“Look, my parents don’t know I’m here. They both sleep until around one, and it’s just about eleven. Anyway, I shouldn’t be here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If you want anything more, call Kenji. He’s the nice cousin.” And with that, Sousuke hopped back up and turned at the window. “Kiri-kun, don’t be mad at them, or at Tami. They aren’t going to take your sister from you. And remember, in their minds, you took Tamaki from them.”
“But-“ Kiri cried too late as Sousuke vaulted right out the window and leapt straight down all the way to the grassy back yard twenty feet below.
“Call Kenji!” he yelled as he swung himself over the back fence and made his way home in a typical Sousuke fashion.
Kiri sighed deeply. Sousuke was right, about so many things, not just the calling Kenji for backup part.
“I stole Tami from them eight years ago; they just want the sister they remember back!” Kiri threw herself back down on her bed, tired of her life. “Sousuke was right! I’m being selfish! I’m disgusting! Just because he can’t see the horrible beast that I am doesn’t mean I can’t!”
Kiri was breaking down again. No eleven year old likes to think about themselves as a bad person, but that doesn’t mean they are incapable of it. Everyone always thought Kiri was happy, but everyday, every moment she felt the Akito inside of her grow; she just didn’t know what to call it.
“Accept it, Kiri. You’ll never be a good person. Never. Deep down you don’t care about anyone but yourself, nobody but yourself,” a treacherous little voice inside her called to her heart.
“You’re lying!” she told the voice. “I care about Tamaki! I care about Mom! I care about Dad!”
“Now don’t LIE to yourself, little girl! You care nothing about that MAN. He didn’t raise you, he didn’t care for you when you were lost; Yuki did nothing for you! How can you love someone who thinks of you as a parasite that took his wife from him?”
“SHUT UP!” Kiri screamed. “Daddy loves me. Daddy loves me more than ANYTHING!”
“Who are you kidding, Kiri, my love; Yuki never loved you, just like he never loved me!” The voice now had a dangerous, cruel sound .
“What do you mean, he never loved you? I thought you were me!” Kiri questioned as she paced back and forth across her bedroom floor.
“You stupid girl! I am you, and I am not; but I will always be a part of your heart. I am the cursed child who came before you, the one you father destroyed!”
“You’re lying! You… you were, the head of the family?” Kiri stuttered. “You died before I was born. You gave me this curse when you died, so you can’t still be here! You’re gone! Go away!”
“Oh you poor thing, hiding from the world. You just don’t want to face facts do you? Each cursed child never gets to go to the afterlife! All of us are stuck here forever for our sins!”
“You’re lying,” she refused to believe him. “I have no sins. I’m just a child; I‘ve never done anything to hurt someone.”
“Kiri. Poor innocent Kiri. You are so much like your weak, dim-witted mother. She didn’t know about her sins either. Just being born was enough sin to keep you from heaven and the rest of the zodiac. You drove your parents apart, and nearly killed your own father.”
“I did not! I did not! I did nothing to them! They’re fine; I never hurt them! We’re all fine!”
“When you and that Tohru were off in Maine, your father practically died. Poor weak little Yuki couldn’t stand to be without his sweet Tohru. It was so pathetic; I was overjoyed! Your father deserves to suffer, Kiri.”
“He does not! My FATHER is a GOOD man! He never hurt anyone! You hurt him!” Kiri had no idea if this was true, however, she knew she was losing this argument and she had begun to grasp at straws.
The voice hissed at her like an angered snake, “He never listened to me. I was the head of the family; he was just the stinking rat, yet he dared disobey me! He thought he was better then me, ME!”
“My father did no such thing! He is kind and he loves me and my mother and my sister, and you can never convince me otherwise!”
“Kiri. He killed me. Right after he married your stupid mother, he killed me with his own two hands. Oh, the irony… you, his only child… you are the Sohma who called to me. You brought my evil spirit into you. You brought this curse upon yourself.”
Kiri was crying desperately now. “No! None of this is true! It’s a dream! You’re lying! Tell me who you REALLY are!” Kiri asked the question, but she never wanted to know the answer.
“I told you, my darling. I’m Akito.”
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Later that afternoon, Tohru, Yuki, and even Tamaki came to try to talk to Kiri, but her door was locked and she wouldn’t talk to anyone. Tohru cried for her little daughter, and Tamaki regretted ever finding her own family. Even the boys began to feel guilty, although they were also victims, and had all rights to be mad instead.
Finally, Tohru sent the boys to stay at Haru and Hana’s mansion with their small army of children. Even then, Kiri wouldn’t come out, and every so often, they would hear something shattering behind that closed door.
Finally, Tohru just left Kiri’s meals outside her door and the three of them left her alone. It was Kiri, she had to get better soon, and then she’d be happy again, they all reasoned. If only they could have guessed the truth…
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, Kiri dialed in a number on her phone and sighed deeply. What else could she do?
“Hi. It’s me. Listen, I need your help. I know it’s late… if you could just come, please… I need you.”
“Why would Tami want another family? I’M Tamaki’s family, not those boys. Tamaki doesn’t need them and they sure as hell aren’t staying here!” Kiri reasoned with herself.
“Well, someone’s in a bad mood,” Kiri looked up abruptly. A small boy of about nine with sandy red hair sat outside her window, leaning on her windowsill.
“Hey! What are you doing here, Sousuke?” Kiri looked over at her favorite cousin, after Kenji of course; Sousuke was the son of Kyo and Arisa.
“I was bored. You know I can’t stop climbing. So, I thought my pathetic cousin could use a visit from her superior cousin. I heard about Tami’s family coming to town.” He gracefully hopped through a window and stalked over to Kiri’s side, sitting down next to her on her bed.
“Thanks, Sousuke. I need a friend.”
“Look, I never said I was your friend,” replied the short-tempered son of the two most ornery Sohmas. “I’m not your friend, Kiri. I’m your family.”
She gabbed him around the neck and hugged poor Sousuke so tight he “eepped!” rather loudly. “Sousuke, you ARE my family, and my friend, and I will never forget that, and you better not either!”
The little boy relaxed a little but still had the expression of a cat thrown in a bath. He was never raised to be the touchy-feely type, but much like his father was drawn to Tohru, Sousuke was curiously drawn towards his cousin.
“Look, my parents don’t know I’m here. They both sleep until around one, and it’s just about eleven. Anyway, I shouldn’t be here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If you want anything more, call Kenji. He’s the nice cousin.” And with that, Sousuke hopped back up and turned at the window. “Kiri-kun, don’t be mad at them, or at Tami. They aren’t going to take your sister from you. And remember, in their minds, you took Tamaki from them.”
“But-“ Kiri cried too late as Sousuke vaulted right out the window and leapt straight down all the way to the grassy back yard twenty feet below.
“Call Kenji!” he yelled as he swung himself over the back fence and made his way home in a typical Sousuke fashion.
Kiri sighed deeply. Sousuke was right, about so many things, not just the calling Kenji for backup part.
“I stole Tami from them eight years ago; they just want the sister they remember back!” Kiri threw herself back down on her bed, tired of her life. “Sousuke was right! I’m being selfish! I’m disgusting! Just because he can’t see the horrible beast that I am doesn’t mean I can’t!”
Kiri was breaking down again. No eleven year old likes to think about themselves as a bad person, but that doesn’t mean they are incapable of it. Everyone always thought Kiri was happy, but everyday, every moment she felt the Akito inside of her grow; she just didn’t know what to call it.
“Accept it, Kiri. You’ll never be a good person. Never. Deep down you don’t care about anyone but yourself, nobody but yourself,” a treacherous little voice inside her called to her heart.
“You’re lying!” she told the voice. “I care about Tamaki! I care about Mom! I care about Dad!”
“Now don’t LIE to yourself, little girl! You care nothing about that MAN. He didn’t raise you, he didn’t care for you when you were lost; Yuki did nothing for you! How can you love someone who thinks of you as a parasite that took his wife from him?”
“SHUT UP!” Kiri screamed. “Daddy loves me. Daddy loves me more than ANYTHING!”
“Who are you kidding, Kiri, my love; Yuki never loved you, just like he never loved me!” The voice now had a dangerous, cruel sound .
“What do you mean, he never loved you? I thought you were me!” Kiri questioned as she paced back and forth across her bedroom floor.
“You stupid girl! I am you, and I am not; but I will always be a part of your heart. I am the cursed child who came before you, the one you father destroyed!”
“You’re lying! You… you were, the head of the family?” Kiri stuttered. “You died before I was born. You gave me this curse when you died, so you can’t still be here! You’re gone! Go away!”
“Oh you poor thing, hiding from the world. You just don’t want to face facts do you? Each cursed child never gets to go to the afterlife! All of us are stuck here forever for our sins!”
“You’re lying,” she refused to believe him. “I have no sins. I’m just a child; I‘ve never done anything to hurt someone.”
“Kiri. Poor innocent Kiri. You are so much like your weak, dim-witted mother. She didn’t know about her sins either. Just being born was enough sin to keep you from heaven and the rest of the zodiac. You drove your parents apart, and nearly killed your own father.”
“I did not! I did not! I did nothing to them! They’re fine; I never hurt them! We’re all fine!”
“When you and that Tohru were off in Maine, your father practically died. Poor weak little Yuki couldn’t stand to be without his sweet Tohru. It was so pathetic; I was overjoyed! Your father deserves to suffer, Kiri.”
“He does not! My FATHER is a GOOD man! He never hurt anyone! You hurt him!” Kiri had no idea if this was true, however, she knew she was losing this argument and she had begun to grasp at straws.
The voice hissed at her like an angered snake, “He never listened to me. I was the head of the family; he was just the stinking rat, yet he dared disobey me! He thought he was better then me, ME!”
“My father did no such thing! He is kind and he loves me and my mother and my sister, and you can never convince me otherwise!”
“Kiri. He killed me. Right after he married your stupid mother, he killed me with his own two hands. Oh, the irony… you, his only child… you are the Sohma who called to me. You brought my evil spirit into you. You brought this curse upon yourself.”
Kiri was crying desperately now. “No! None of this is true! It’s a dream! You’re lying! Tell me who you REALLY are!” Kiri asked the question, but she never wanted to know the answer.
“I told you, my darling. I’m Akito.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that afternoon, Tohru, Yuki, and even Tamaki came to try to talk to Kiri, but her door was locked and she wouldn’t talk to anyone. Tohru cried for her little daughter, and Tamaki regretted ever finding her own family. Even the boys began to feel guilty, although they were also victims, and had all rights to be mad instead.
Finally, Tohru sent the boys to stay at Haru and Hana’s mansion with their small army of children. Even then, Kiri wouldn’t come out, and every so often, they would hear something shattering behind that closed door.
Finally, Tohru just left Kiri’s meals outside her door and the three of them left her alone. It was Kiri, she had to get better soon, and then she’d be happy again, they all reasoned. If only they could have guessed the truth…
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, Kiri dialed in a number on her phone and sighed deeply. What else could she do?
“Hi. It’s me. Listen, I need your help. I know it’s late… if you could just come, please… I need you.”