*My (rather poor, if you ask me....) attempt at a (scary. o_o;) Yuki and
Akito fic. Am I the only one that thinks they could be a pair? This is a
one-shot fic... and it's long. Perhaps I'll write more chapters, it depends
on what you want. And yes, I took a break from Aite in order to write
this... because, I fear, if I had not gotten my AkitoxYuki thoughts out of
the way then they would have worked into the forementioned fic and wrecked
it. I didn't want that, I didn't want it at all... that would have
seriously disappointed me (and possibly a number of yous who read that
fic...) and I would not be able to forgive myself. By the way, see the
detail in this fic? That's how I'm going to "re-do" Aite... if I decide I
want to. ^-^;;; Unless you guys like it the way it is.. :D ...Anyway, on
with the fic... I don't own Furuba.. o.o; Oh, and bad spelling and
grammar..? They're possible. o.o; Bewaaaaare...*
/ / = thoughts
-: :- = flashbacks
Precious
Akito gave an exasperated sigh, trying to keep himself from hitting the silver-haired boy seated before him. But Yuki... he couldn't bring himself to hit him any more. His gaze fell to the floor as he averted his attention from the younger boy - trying to ignore the subtle insults the mouse was unmindedly throwing at him from all directions. Yuki just didn't understand, he told himself over and over again, the whole thing getting rather redundant as those thoughts ran circles in his head. He didn't understand how much Akito loved his attention or what his 'hatred' towards him really meant.
"I don't understand why you made him take her memories away! Why couldn't you let her stay?! Why must you ruin my happiness?" Yuki was spilling out his heart while trying to address the current situation. The fact that Akito had ordered Hatori to erase all of Honda, Tohru's memories of the Sohma family left Yuki no more than drained of the one thing in his life that made it worth living. "...I loved her," he choked, slamming a fist onto the hard floor beneath him, "...Why did you take her away?"
Tohru. It was always about Tohru when it came to Yuki and Akito couldn't stand that. It made him want to vomit. No matter how much that girl thought she knew about the curse and everything involved in it - if she fully understood it then she would have left the Sohmas without any form of interferance. Dark eyes narrowed, brows furrowing in disappointment as he watched the boy. "I did it for you," he stated calmly as he folded his legs under himself. "You both knew what would happen if I found out, yet you both insisted on doing as you wished and this is what came of it." Frowning, he watched as Yuki unconciously rubbed at the various bruises on his arms.
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"Honda-san!" Yuki screamed, reaching out for her as she did the same for him, slender digits stretched fully as he attempted to at least brush the tips of her fingers with his own. Both brows furrowed, he kicked and screamed in agony as Shigure regretfully held him back. Crystal clear tears had freely streamed down the sides of his face before evaporating into the surrounding air, and they had been all but stopped as Shigure was left tightening his grip a great deal more on Yuki's arms.
"Yuki-kun!" wailing, Tohru squirmed in Hatori's grasp as he tugged her off in the opposite direction. "..Let me go... let me go!" she demanded, trying her best to free herself of the man's hold. Gasping as the arm around her waist tightened significantly, she hung her head and let her arm fall to hang limply. She knew this would happen if they found out, she had tried to keep it a secret... but somehow the word slipped out. Somehow Akito got notice of it. "Gomen ne, Yuki-kun..." she whispered, finally giving her struggle up as she saw it was futile.
Yuki went wide-eyed as she said those last few words and gave her stuggling up, violet hues welling up with tears once again as he slowly shook his head in disbelief. She was giving up so easily? /...But... but... Honda- san.../ Shigure let Yuki fall to the floor in a sobbing heap as Hatori exited with Tohru. Yuki knew better than to run after them - he knew he'd be struck down as soon as he made his move.
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Akito had wanted to pull Yuki into his arms just then... he wanted to cradle him and kiss his tears away. Ah, but then he would have gone against what he thought was right. What he knew was right. What he *said* was right. Yuki and Tohru had commited a crime - they had gone against his word and Akito had not taken it lightly. "...You brought this upon yourself."
"No!" Yuki retorted, slamming another fist onto the wood as he glared at the older boy, tears welling up in those violet eyes of his again. "...You only ruin our lives and make our lives hell because you think you can't have your own heaven!" he accused as he bent over to rest his forehead on the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck in attempt to comfort himself.
"You know not why I do the things I do, don't think you understand. You can't ever understand."
He raised himself, violet orbs delivering a rather harsh glare in Akito's direction. "Don't tell me I can never understand! You're stubborn, selfish, and you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself! You took away the only person I ever loved! You *deserve* to die, you ro-" and Yuki suddenly found himself cut off as Akito delivered a hard slap to his cheek. He raised his own hand to the offended flesh and carressed the reddened skin. He'd stepped out of line. He'd dared to stand up to someone who had complete control over him.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that." What Yuki said had pierced his heart a number of times, sharp pains causing those dark eyes of his to go wide as he doubled over. /Is that... what he really thinks of me...?/ he asked himself, tears welling up in those deep, dark pools of emotionless colour. A malicious grin soon faded into a frown as he spent more innumerable seconds pondering those thoughts and what the boy had said. "..Yuki.."
"..W-why..?" Yuki asked, choking a waterfall of tears back as he tried to keep himself intact. "Why are you like this...?" Watching as the older boy doubled over, he took this chance to back-kick away from him. He was confused by Akito's sudden action... The other had almost never portrayed such feelings as these, he had never acted as if his heart had been broken into tiny, microscopic pieces and scattered themselves on the floor. Yuki grew even more worried of Akito's intentions because of this. He was just mortified of him. He had always been and he doubted that the mortification would go away at any point in time.. especially now when the last thing he needed was to be scared out of his witts.
"Yuki..."
"Why can't you let me be happy? What can't you have that's making you like this...?!"
"You."
Tear-filled eyes went wide, all color seeming to vanish from those violet hues as Yuki raised his gaze from the floor to meet the older boys'. "W....what...?" Tiers remained half-parted after he spoke, that pale face of his taking on an expression of confusion and disbelief. The front of his shirt had started to become soaked with the tears that ran down those ivory cheeks of his to collect on his chin before dropping in a single mass to collide with the soft fabric that eagerly drank it up and yearned for more and Yuki hadn't failed in filling that dark fabric with enough liquid to suck out and quench his thirst if need be.
"Yuki," Akito said as he slid a little closer to the mouse and raised himself, cupping the boys face in his hands. "I want you to be happy with me, Yuki..." Dark eyes had sparkled with a little hope as he spoke, hope speckled with truth. In that little corner of that stone of a heart he possessed he truely did care for the boy, a lot more than he should have... to be exact. He hadn't been sure why - perhaps it was the resemblance they shared... perhaps it was just a mystery need not be solved. It swallowed Akito whole, it intrigued him and puzzled him to no end. He would have Yuki... and he would go about whichever means he needed to in order to get what he desired.
"Happy...? With you?" a graceful hand reached upwards to rest on Akito's chest, not a moment of thought was given before he pushed the frail boy back into the wall. Staggering to his feet, Yuki stumbled backwards before he caught his balance, arms swinging awkwardly at his sides as he glared at the other. The look of shock on Akito's face did no more than comfort him a little bit as he narrowed his eyes, those violet hues sparkling with hatred. "I could never be happy with someone who denied me the love of my life!" Spinning on his heels and heading in the opposite direction, Yuki tried to hurry out of the room.
A swift and unseen wave of Akito's arm was given and a name was called out and split seconds after that, Hatori had made an appearance in the doorway. "Do not let him go," the frail boy muttered as he pulled his kimono back over his shoulder and folded his legs under himself, small hands resting rather comfortably in his lap. "Erase everything he knows of the girl." He wasn't going to physically take his anger out on Yuki - his precious Yuki. No, he wouldn't hurt him as much as he wanted to... He didn't want to watch crimson coloured liquid stain the boys clothes. He knew other means to go about in order to recieve that which he wanted.
"Demo..." Hatori objected, stepping forward to further his chances of getting across. "I do--" he was cut off by the boy who had silently ordered him to grab the mouse. Hatori did not hesitate, he knew what Akito was capable of doing if he didn't get his way.
"Dare you question me? I thought you knew better." Akito ruled all within the Sohma family, no one dared to try and go against his will. His word. They knew the consequences, the knew how he got. The elegant and graceful creature was liable to snap at any moment and turn into a fire breathing hell-raiser when things didn't go according to plan and he never hesitated to do what he felt, to let that anger spill over the compound like a raging river with no destined course, with no point of end and with no particular objective other than to destroy and ravage the hearts of the people nearest him at any given moment.
"I-iie..."
"No, no!! Don't do it, don't take my memories away!" Yuki pleaded, eagerly taking hold of one of Hatori's arms, looking up at him with tear steeped, violet hues. Trembling, the boy began to tighten his grip as the older man sighed, and those violet hues of his widened in horror as Hatori's hand was placed over them. "..Please.. don't..." His heart was breaking, a subtle pain within growing worse and worse with each passing second. He was going to loose those which were precious to him - he was going to loose his memories of the cheerful girl to whom he freely offered his heart.
"I'm sorry," the dragon whispered, chocolate hues flodding with tears of their own as his own memories returned to haunt him for a few split seconds before he decided, regretfully, to go against his heart and carry out what he was to do. Closing his eyes, he whispered another apology before he summoned his powers forth and erased all the younger boy knew of the young Tohru. It was heartwrenching, Hatori couldn't believe he had done such a horrible thing. It was bad enough that he had to take care of the girl but this - erasing what Yuki knew of her... it broke his heart.
Akito raised an arm to shield those emotionless hues as a flash of white light swallowed the room, and he paid no particular attention to the young Yuki as he lost grip of Hatori's arm and flew back against the hard wood of the floor, landing with an unpleasant cracking sound. Akito, however - as well as Hatori - knew that the boy hadn't suffered a single serious injury and, at the most, would recieve no more than a few bruises on his back.
Sighing, Hatori hung his head and left the room. Akito, knowing all too well how this had affected the man, let him leave... he had what he wanted, he was content. He didn't care what Hatori did - what anyone did now. He had his Yuki. Gathering the boy, he cradled him in his arms and awaited any sign of conciousness. "Nene, my precious Yuki... You wouldn't have taken that horrible fall if you would have lowered yourself to your knees..." he hissed, words dripping with a mix of emotions as slender digits brushed silvery strands from the boys pale visage.
. . . . .
Erasing someone's memory took a lot of effort and could have... plenty of side-effects... Selective memory loss was like trying to take select pieces out from the inside of a fully constructed building - it was hard... and damn near impossible not to damage anything around those memories. Hatori knew this, he knew everything there was to know about erasing any part of anyone's memories... and it damaged him even more each time he had to perform that dreaded task. It ate away at his heart. At his soul.
Sinking into a chair, a hand was placed on his forehead and he gently massaged the skin, hoping that somehow it would ease the throbbing in his head. It did - partially but it left him feeling no better than he had when the throbbing first began. He ouldn't forgive himself for what he had done - for the pain he had caused to, not only Yuki and Tohru themselves, but also everyone around them. Shigure and Kyo had no idea what had be done to Yuki - no one knew it was going to happen, but those two, he thought, would be hit the hardest with the news. He didn't know how to go about telling them but he was sure he had to, no matter how long it took for him to get the words out.
. . . . .
Dull violet hues fluttered open only to go wide at what he saw - Akito... looking down upon him with the look of he who own something dear, someone precious. Hatori had erased his memories of the girl but he hadn't erased Yuki's fear of Akito... and that, of all things, was most evident now as he watched the older man, staring into those dark voids of eyes that belonged to him, as he searched through his own heart in hopes of finding calmness and contentness as the other traced his jawline with a slender outstretched digit.
"Daijoubu, my Yuki..." he started, only to pause as he tightened his grip on the younger boy, "...I wont hurt you," whispering, he began to humm an unnamed song as he started to rock back and forth, closing his eyes as those feelings of content grew stronger and, though he hadn't known it, his song had eased Yuki of his tensions. "I promise, from now on... I wont hurt you... unless you give me reason to, my precious Yuki..."
The younger boy shivered, deciding that it would be best if he just gave in to Akito this time... if he just pushed back all the hatred and horror he held for his older relative. He snaked his arms around one of Akito's that had been wrapped firmly around him and he gave a slight nod, half-lidded violet hues slowly beginning to grow brighter as he cleared his head and tried to grow accustomed to the momentary peace he had found in this man's arms.
He wanted to believe the words of Akito... he wanted to forget what had happened in the past, he wanted to rid himself of the hurt and pain that the boy had caused him. It would take time, but he knew that once Akito's mind was set... then there was no way he'd give up and if Akito wanted him... then there was nothing to do but go along because Yuki didn't want to cross that thin line which decided the mood of the man who controlled every single aspect of his life. He knew that this was best.
"That's my precious Yuki," Akito commented as he opened his eyes to whitness the boy slipping off into sleep and he realized, with a sick sense of reality, that he had accomplished his goal... that he had gotten what he had wanted for so long and that nothing - no one... would ever get in his way. He had his precious Yuki, he had all that he wanted besides his health and, for once, all the hatred and malice he held for all the Sohma's had managed to slip out of his mind and he grew happier every second as he watched the boy in his arms drift further and further into sleep. Somehow, he felt, the days would become a little brighter.
*The End. :D How did you all like it? Please tell meh. ^_^!! I worked really hard on this fic... but, like I said, I had to get it out of my system. x.x; But I will add more chapters if you all think I should.. ^_^; Thank you for reading this! :D*
/ / = thoughts
-: :- = flashbacks
Precious
Akito gave an exasperated sigh, trying to keep himself from hitting the silver-haired boy seated before him. But Yuki... he couldn't bring himself to hit him any more. His gaze fell to the floor as he averted his attention from the younger boy - trying to ignore the subtle insults the mouse was unmindedly throwing at him from all directions. Yuki just didn't understand, he told himself over and over again, the whole thing getting rather redundant as those thoughts ran circles in his head. He didn't understand how much Akito loved his attention or what his 'hatred' towards him really meant.
"I don't understand why you made him take her memories away! Why couldn't you let her stay?! Why must you ruin my happiness?" Yuki was spilling out his heart while trying to address the current situation. The fact that Akito had ordered Hatori to erase all of Honda, Tohru's memories of the Sohma family left Yuki no more than drained of the one thing in his life that made it worth living. "...I loved her," he choked, slamming a fist onto the hard floor beneath him, "...Why did you take her away?"
Tohru. It was always about Tohru when it came to Yuki and Akito couldn't stand that. It made him want to vomit. No matter how much that girl thought she knew about the curse and everything involved in it - if she fully understood it then she would have left the Sohmas without any form of interferance. Dark eyes narrowed, brows furrowing in disappointment as he watched the boy. "I did it for you," he stated calmly as he folded his legs under himself. "You both knew what would happen if I found out, yet you both insisted on doing as you wished and this is what came of it." Frowning, he watched as Yuki unconciously rubbed at the various bruises on his arms.
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"Honda-san!" Yuki screamed, reaching out for her as she did the same for him, slender digits stretched fully as he attempted to at least brush the tips of her fingers with his own. Both brows furrowed, he kicked and screamed in agony as Shigure regretfully held him back. Crystal clear tears had freely streamed down the sides of his face before evaporating into the surrounding air, and they had been all but stopped as Shigure was left tightening his grip a great deal more on Yuki's arms.
"Yuki-kun!" wailing, Tohru squirmed in Hatori's grasp as he tugged her off in the opposite direction. "..Let me go... let me go!" she demanded, trying her best to free herself of the man's hold. Gasping as the arm around her waist tightened significantly, she hung her head and let her arm fall to hang limply. She knew this would happen if they found out, she had tried to keep it a secret... but somehow the word slipped out. Somehow Akito got notice of it. "Gomen ne, Yuki-kun..." she whispered, finally giving her struggle up as she saw it was futile.
Yuki went wide-eyed as she said those last few words and gave her stuggling up, violet hues welling up with tears once again as he slowly shook his head in disbelief. She was giving up so easily? /...But... but... Honda- san.../ Shigure let Yuki fall to the floor in a sobbing heap as Hatori exited with Tohru. Yuki knew better than to run after them - he knew he'd be struck down as soon as he made his move.
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Akito had wanted to pull Yuki into his arms just then... he wanted to cradle him and kiss his tears away. Ah, but then he would have gone against what he thought was right. What he knew was right. What he *said* was right. Yuki and Tohru had commited a crime - they had gone against his word and Akito had not taken it lightly. "...You brought this upon yourself."
"No!" Yuki retorted, slamming another fist onto the wood as he glared at the older boy, tears welling up in those violet eyes of his again. "...You only ruin our lives and make our lives hell because you think you can't have your own heaven!" he accused as he bent over to rest his forehead on the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck in attempt to comfort himself.
"You know not why I do the things I do, don't think you understand. You can't ever understand."
He raised himself, violet orbs delivering a rather harsh glare in Akito's direction. "Don't tell me I can never understand! You're stubborn, selfish, and you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself! You took away the only person I ever loved! You *deserve* to die, you ro-" and Yuki suddenly found himself cut off as Akito delivered a hard slap to his cheek. He raised his own hand to the offended flesh and carressed the reddened skin. He'd stepped out of line. He'd dared to stand up to someone who had complete control over him.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that." What Yuki said had pierced his heart a number of times, sharp pains causing those dark eyes of his to go wide as he doubled over. /Is that... what he really thinks of me...?/ he asked himself, tears welling up in those deep, dark pools of emotionless colour. A malicious grin soon faded into a frown as he spent more innumerable seconds pondering those thoughts and what the boy had said. "..Yuki.."
"..W-why..?" Yuki asked, choking a waterfall of tears back as he tried to keep himself intact. "Why are you like this...?" Watching as the older boy doubled over, he took this chance to back-kick away from him. He was confused by Akito's sudden action... The other had almost never portrayed such feelings as these, he had never acted as if his heart had been broken into tiny, microscopic pieces and scattered themselves on the floor. Yuki grew even more worried of Akito's intentions because of this. He was just mortified of him. He had always been and he doubted that the mortification would go away at any point in time.. especially now when the last thing he needed was to be scared out of his witts.
"Yuki..."
"Why can't you let me be happy? What can't you have that's making you like this...?!"
"You."
Tear-filled eyes went wide, all color seeming to vanish from those violet hues as Yuki raised his gaze from the floor to meet the older boys'. "W....what...?" Tiers remained half-parted after he spoke, that pale face of his taking on an expression of confusion and disbelief. The front of his shirt had started to become soaked with the tears that ran down those ivory cheeks of his to collect on his chin before dropping in a single mass to collide with the soft fabric that eagerly drank it up and yearned for more and Yuki hadn't failed in filling that dark fabric with enough liquid to suck out and quench his thirst if need be.
"Yuki," Akito said as he slid a little closer to the mouse and raised himself, cupping the boys face in his hands. "I want you to be happy with me, Yuki..." Dark eyes had sparkled with a little hope as he spoke, hope speckled with truth. In that little corner of that stone of a heart he possessed he truely did care for the boy, a lot more than he should have... to be exact. He hadn't been sure why - perhaps it was the resemblance they shared... perhaps it was just a mystery need not be solved. It swallowed Akito whole, it intrigued him and puzzled him to no end. He would have Yuki... and he would go about whichever means he needed to in order to get what he desired.
"Happy...? With you?" a graceful hand reached upwards to rest on Akito's chest, not a moment of thought was given before he pushed the frail boy back into the wall. Staggering to his feet, Yuki stumbled backwards before he caught his balance, arms swinging awkwardly at his sides as he glared at the other. The look of shock on Akito's face did no more than comfort him a little bit as he narrowed his eyes, those violet hues sparkling with hatred. "I could never be happy with someone who denied me the love of my life!" Spinning on his heels and heading in the opposite direction, Yuki tried to hurry out of the room.
A swift and unseen wave of Akito's arm was given and a name was called out and split seconds after that, Hatori had made an appearance in the doorway. "Do not let him go," the frail boy muttered as he pulled his kimono back over his shoulder and folded his legs under himself, small hands resting rather comfortably in his lap. "Erase everything he knows of the girl." He wasn't going to physically take his anger out on Yuki - his precious Yuki. No, he wouldn't hurt him as much as he wanted to... He didn't want to watch crimson coloured liquid stain the boys clothes. He knew other means to go about in order to recieve that which he wanted.
"Demo..." Hatori objected, stepping forward to further his chances of getting across. "I do--" he was cut off by the boy who had silently ordered him to grab the mouse. Hatori did not hesitate, he knew what Akito was capable of doing if he didn't get his way.
"Dare you question me? I thought you knew better." Akito ruled all within the Sohma family, no one dared to try and go against his will. His word. They knew the consequences, the knew how he got. The elegant and graceful creature was liable to snap at any moment and turn into a fire breathing hell-raiser when things didn't go according to plan and he never hesitated to do what he felt, to let that anger spill over the compound like a raging river with no destined course, with no point of end and with no particular objective other than to destroy and ravage the hearts of the people nearest him at any given moment.
"I-iie..."
"No, no!! Don't do it, don't take my memories away!" Yuki pleaded, eagerly taking hold of one of Hatori's arms, looking up at him with tear steeped, violet hues. Trembling, the boy began to tighten his grip as the older man sighed, and those violet hues of his widened in horror as Hatori's hand was placed over them. "..Please.. don't..." His heart was breaking, a subtle pain within growing worse and worse with each passing second. He was going to loose those which were precious to him - he was going to loose his memories of the cheerful girl to whom he freely offered his heart.
"I'm sorry," the dragon whispered, chocolate hues flodding with tears of their own as his own memories returned to haunt him for a few split seconds before he decided, regretfully, to go against his heart and carry out what he was to do. Closing his eyes, he whispered another apology before he summoned his powers forth and erased all the younger boy knew of the young Tohru. It was heartwrenching, Hatori couldn't believe he had done such a horrible thing. It was bad enough that he had to take care of the girl but this - erasing what Yuki knew of her... it broke his heart.
Akito raised an arm to shield those emotionless hues as a flash of white light swallowed the room, and he paid no particular attention to the young Yuki as he lost grip of Hatori's arm and flew back against the hard wood of the floor, landing with an unpleasant cracking sound. Akito, however - as well as Hatori - knew that the boy hadn't suffered a single serious injury and, at the most, would recieve no more than a few bruises on his back.
Sighing, Hatori hung his head and left the room. Akito, knowing all too well how this had affected the man, let him leave... he had what he wanted, he was content. He didn't care what Hatori did - what anyone did now. He had his Yuki. Gathering the boy, he cradled him in his arms and awaited any sign of conciousness. "Nene, my precious Yuki... You wouldn't have taken that horrible fall if you would have lowered yourself to your knees..." he hissed, words dripping with a mix of emotions as slender digits brushed silvery strands from the boys pale visage.
. . . . .
Erasing someone's memory took a lot of effort and could have... plenty of side-effects... Selective memory loss was like trying to take select pieces out from the inside of a fully constructed building - it was hard... and damn near impossible not to damage anything around those memories. Hatori knew this, he knew everything there was to know about erasing any part of anyone's memories... and it damaged him even more each time he had to perform that dreaded task. It ate away at his heart. At his soul.
Sinking into a chair, a hand was placed on his forehead and he gently massaged the skin, hoping that somehow it would ease the throbbing in his head. It did - partially but it left him feeling no better than he had when the throbbing first began. He ouldn't forgive himself for what he had done - for the pain he had caused to, not only Yuki and Tohru themselves, but also everyone around them. Shigure and Kyo had no idea what had be done to Yuki - no one knew it was going to happen, but those two, he thought, would be hit the hardest with the news. He didn't know how to go about telling them but he was sure he had to, no matter how long it took for him to get the words out.
. . . . .
Dull violet hues fluttered open only to go wide at what he saw - Akito... looking down upon him with the look of he who own something dear, someone precious. Hatori had erased his memories of the girl but he hadn't erased Yuki's fear of Akito... and that, of all things, was most evident now as he watched the older man, staring into those dark voids of eyes that belonged to him, as he searched through his own heart in hopes of finding calmness and contentness as the other traced his jawline with a slender outstretched digit.
"Daijoubu, my Yuki..." he started, only to pause as he tightened his grip on the younger boy, "...I wont hurt you," whispering, he began to humm an unnamed song as he started to rock back and forth, closing his eyes as those feelings of content grew stronger and, though he hadn't known it, his song had eased Yuki of his tensions. "I promise, from now on... I wont hurt you... unless you give me reason to, my precious Yuki..."
The younger boy shivered, deciding that it would be best if he just gave in to Akito this time... if he just pushed back all the hatred and horror he held for his older relative. He snaked his arms around one of Akito's that had been wrapped firmly around him and he gave a slight nod, half-lidded violet hues slowly beginning to grow brighter as he cleared his head and tried to grow accustomed to the momentary peace he had found in this man's arms.
He wanted to believe the words of Akito... he wanted to forget what had happened in the past, he wanted to rid himself of the hurt and pain that the boy had caused him. It would take time, but he knew that once Akito's mind was set... then there was no way he'd give up and if Akito wanted him... then there was nothing to do but go along because Yuki didn't want to cross that thin line which decided the mood of the man who controlled every single aspect of his life. He knew that this was best.
"That's my precious Yuki," Akito commented as he opened his eyes to whitness the boy slipping off into sleep and he realized, with a sick sense of reality, that he had accomplished his goal... that he had gotten what he had wanted for so long and that nothing - no one... would ever get in his way. He had his precious Yuki, he had all that he wanted besides his health and, for once, all the hatred and malice he held for all the Sohma's had managed to slip out of his mind and he grew happier every second as he watched the boy in his arms drift further and further into sleep. Somehow, he felt, the days would become a little brighter.
*The End. :D How did you all like it? Please tell meh. ^_^!! I worked really hard on this fic... but, like I said, I had to get it out of my system. x.x; But I will add more chapters if you all think I should.. ^_^; Thank you for reading this! :D*