Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Wrong Decision? ❯ The Wrong Decision? ( One-Shot )

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THE WRONG DECISION?
A Fruits Basket Challenge Fanfic

Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: Fit to be tied... Use any connotation of this phrase to convey the action or emotion for your ficlet!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
For starters, if you are not familiar with chapters 97, 98 and 110 of the Furuba manga AND you do not wish to be spoiled, PLEASE stop now. SPOILERS are contained within. However if you wish to be spoiled, you're in for a treat...or a surprise at least. This is my take on how events that unfolded in chapter 110 (and those briefly shown in chapter 115) came into play. Told from Shigure's point of view. A Standard Disclaimer follows the story.



I don't think I'd ever been so angry in my life.

Blatantly she lied to me. Made her actions so obvious it was disgusting. I can't believe she would do such a thing! Just to keep him by her side? No! It's just...wrong!

And what does HE have to say about it?!

"Really, Shigure, I think you're taking her actions all out of context?"

Rage boiled in my blood. I didn't need to feel the heat pouring off of me to know I was...upset. Hurt. Angry. Vicious. Fanatical. Far from sane. Still I attempted to remain calm.

"She took you to her bed? How the hell am I supposed to feel?!"

But all he had to do to piss me off was open his goddamn mouth. "It was her decision--"

"It was the wrong decision!"

He didn't say anything else. There really was nothing left to say. It was his fault, I kept telling myself. Better to place my anger on him than on her. Never on her.

But, could I blame him?

Should I blame her?

The entire situation was fucked up, I tell you. And nothing my friends tried to calm me would work. Even smoking had lost its luster. My writing, which was just starting to take off, took a nosedive. There had to be a way out of the madness. An exit. A cure!

Then I made a decision of my own.

Sure, I was...what is the western expression? Fit to be tied? Maybe more like mad as a hatter. But either phrase was aptly appropriate.

I decided I would fight fire with fire. Take revenge on the one person I cared about more than anything. It wouldn't be easy, I knew. She was quick to pitch a fit, but above all else, she was tough. All I needed was one act so talionic that even she couldn't smite me for it.

Just before sunset one evening, I decided to pay a visit to the inner rooms of the main house. Calling upon someone who, for all intent and purpose, was one of the most important members of the family. A lonely person who would gladly allow me to pay my respects.

"Shigure? What could possibly compel you to call upon me at this hour?"

"It's barely dusk. Surely you'd like to see the stars as they come out for the evening."

"You are far too kind to an old woman."

"Old woman? Surely you jest. I see no old women here."

Soft laughter, followed by a sigh. "Now I know you are being sweet. Is there something one your mind? Something you wish to talk about?"

"There is something...I'd like to show you."

At that point, I started to undress. Untying the belt of my yukata, I pulled it free until the material hung wide open, and I was exposed to her gaze, from face to groin. There was no more need for conversation and she was more than agreeable when I placed my lips against hers.

I was going to take my revenge on Akito by sleeping with the one person she couldn't stand.

Sohma Ren.

Her mother.

Who, I might add, does not look all that old.

Even if the crows feet around her eyes does give her away.

Her skin was a fine, pale white. And smooth, especially along her back and down her legs. She was not pencil thin -- the consequence of having a child, I thought -- but she was still finely built. Her mature curves only made her more...likeable.

"Perhaps there is something of mine you would like to see?"

I didn't so much as speak. It would've ruined the whole mood...and my concentration.

I parted the top of her yukata easily enough. Molding her mounds in my hands, I leaned forward, placing a kiss to the crest of each breast before teasing the nipples with my teeth. Her hands clasped my shoulders, her body melting as I lavished attention on her flesh. Up and down my arms her hands went, fingernails scoring through the lightweight fabric.

Our clothes were off in no time. That shows some skill on both our parts. She was very eager to touch me, too. Her long fingers wasted no time in finding that which she so desperately craved. Poor, starved darling. I groaned as she wound those slender fingers around my engorged flesh.

Slowly pumping me with a fist she placed kisses to my shoulders and chest. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as she took one of my nipples between her teeth and bit down. Hard. It was only for a moment though as she continued to move lower, kneeling before me. A growl came up through my throat as her lips brushed over the swelled head of my erection. Somehow it turned into a sigh as she took several inches of my cock into her mouth.

Perhaps, she wasn't the only one starving!

I couldn't let her have all the fun though. This was my revenge, after all. I managed to pull away from her, kneeling in front of her and trapping her beneath me on the floor. It was indecent. It was uncomfortable.

But neither of us complained.

I rained more kisses upon her lips, moving lower to her breasts. She knew enough about the curse to not hug me, her hands hungrily pawing at my stomach and groin instead. I smiled against her abdomen, licking her bellybutton before traveling lower.

She nearly cried out when my lips latched onto her clit, my fingers diving into her wet center. I had expected her to be much more...well, wet...but these things happen over time. And she didn't need to be a well-oiled machine for what I intended to do. However, a slight push against one wall and I felt her spasm around my fingers. That was better.

Her moans became whimpers as I teased her entrance with the head of my cock. Tossing her head back and forth, she muttered my name, cursed it, begged it. Even after I pushed inside of her, she called for me.

My entire length was crammed inside of her, my head bumping against her cervix with each slow but punctuated thrust. I set a fast pace to start, slowing when I knew she was close and picking up the pace once she had calmed down. This is one of my best tricks. One that could keep me going all night.

She did not want to wait, however. My teasing had angered her, turned her aggressive. Heh. Like mother, like daughter. Amused by this discovery, I allowed her to take over for a while. We turned so that I lay on my back and she took the reigning position.

And damn could she ride!

My limits were soon tested however. Apparently she had some tricks of her own, not to mention that using my own trick against me was pure hell! My own aggressiveness coming to the forefront, I grabbed her by the hips and turned us over again. I was not gentle as I threw her to the floor, nor patient and caring as I pushed my length inside of her quickly.

I delighted in her moans, the squirming motion she did with her torso that made her breasts jiggle in a certain manner. My end was fast approaching. I had considered putting it off again, torturing the old woman some more. But need won over want, as it usually did.

My head fell forward, our eyes meeting for the first time since the escapade began. Her eyes were dark, hauntingly familiar. I couldn't look away even as her orgasm shook her beneath me. Through half-lidded eyes, allowing my own release to flow free, I watched her smile contentedly, eyes fluttering closed as sleep overcame pleasure.

It was a shame really, because I would've liked to bang her again. It had been fun in a very perverse way. I smiled at her in return, placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

I stayed until dawn, purposefully leaving the room when the servants could see me. And didn't the gods smile upon me as I noticed Kureno leaving a room not far from the one I had stayed in. From HER room.

He noticed me approaching and began to smile in greeting, but fell short. Perhaps it was the air of mischief around me. Aya has said many times I exude it everywhere. Or maybe it was the devilish grin I wore that caused him to pause. I didn't stop to ask. Humming to myself, I strolled by without so much as a word.

Oh but it was a happy day. A happy day indeed. As I stepped outside I stopped, stretching in the sunlight like the dog I am deep down. Greeting the day like a new man, I went about my business as usual.

I had gained my revenge AND taken some pleasure in the act.

Now all I had to do was wait.



~FIN~


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. ^_^