Grimm Fairy Tales

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Tohru hummed softly as she sliced the radish, she hoped that she hadn’t upset Yuki this morning. He always seemed to be caused trouble by her clumsiness. She sighed, her chopping slowing. She’d just have to try harder, to be more coordinated and aware of her surroundings.



“Hey!”



She jumped in surprise, scattering the radish across the counter.



“That’s not leeks is it” Kyou asked, poking at the scattered vegetables suspiciously.



“N-no, it’s radish. Radish.” Tohru gasped, trying to catch her breath, “for the breakfast omelets.”



“You’re jumpy today,” he dropped the bit of radish he’d been sniffing and looked at her with a slight scowl, leaning back against the counter as he waited for her reply.



“Yes, sorry.” She admitted, blushing as she gathered up the scattered radishes, “I just had this weird dream, I guess its been bothering me.”



Kyou’s face held an odd expression, but it quickly broke into one of disgust, “A dream? What a stupid thing to let bother you. You’ve been sleeping with the window open again, haven’t you?”



She stared at him in astonishment.



“That kind of thing often gives people strange dreams. Besides, you could catch a cold, or perverts could come in or something. You really should be more careful. Not that I care or anything.” He muttered, wandering out of the kitchen.



She stirred the bits of radish in with the eggs and spices for omelets. She was surprised she’d told him. It was just, he reminded her so much of her mother sometimes. It wasn’t just the hair, it was the gruff attitude and sweetness that hid underneath. It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was similar. It made it easy to tell him things. It probably wasn’t fair to him, to think about him that way. But it was so lonely, she missed her mother so much. Even knowing that it would probably hurt him, that it wasn’t her place to have such feelings, to depend on him like that. She couldn’t help herself. For just a few moments sometimes, she could pretend like her mother wasn’t really gone.



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Yuki shivered, suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation that he was being watched. It was a familiar one, but not in this house. He looked at the empty doorway, half expecting to see a trailing kimono sleeve or hear the echoes of manic laughter. Nothing. He told himself not to worry, this house was different, this house was safe. He’d finally escaped.




“Have you missed me, my pet?”



He felt cold fingers on his neck, gently stroking his hair and cringed, the voice and touch brought back memories he had tried so hard to forget.



“Akito-sama” he struggled to keep the panic out of his voice, knowing how easily the past could repeat itself, how Akito responded to any hint of fear.



“It’s such a surprise to see you here” what are you doing here? You never come here. I thought I was safe.



“Why shouldn’t I be here?” the older man questioned, a dangerous and amused edge to his voice, as if he could read Yuki’s thoughts.



“This is after all, one of my houses, and you are after all, one of my possessions,” he whispered turning the younger man, boy, around to face him. He liked to see their eyes when he spoke. He suppressed a shiver. Yuki’s helplessness was always so delicious.



“Do you remember that day? Your mother didn’t want you, you were such a boring, drab, tiresome little child. She begged me to take you. It was so pitiful how you clung to her, how she couldn’t wait to be rid of you, could barely stand to look at you.” He kept his grip on the boy’s chin, partly to force him to look up at him, partly so he could feel the delicate shudders that racked the younger boy. So tempting to draw him closer, to comfort him with gentle caresses and whispered endearments. But Yuki had been cold lately. He needed to be reminded of his place.



“I saved you, I took you in.” he whispered, stroking the young man’s jaw with his thumb, delighted at the goose bumps that rose, he was such a sensitive little thing, “I made you. Your beauty. your existence, all thanks to me, all mine. You belong to me.” The boy stared at him, as if mesmerized, eyes unfocused, breathing unsteady. But a noise, a crash from the kitchen disturbed the moment.



“No!” Yuki screamed, breaking out of Akito’s grip, his heart was racing and he gasped for breath, he could feel an attack coming on. Damn it, he’d been fine for months, but the minute he saw Akito, it came back.



“Do you think,” Akito stepped forward, placing his arms against the wall on either side of Yuki, so that the boy’s head was caught between them, trapping the boy against his body and the wall. “That anybody else wants you? That tiresome, plain little girl perhaps?” he smiled as Yuki desperately tried to school his features into blankness.



“But you see, she’s mine too. I’ll transform her, into a delicate peach for my consumption. It’s been so amusing, watching all of my pets fawn over her, covet her. As if I’d allow anything near us that wasn’t mine. Do you understand?” he whispered into Yuki’s ear, letting his lips brush the soft ridges that his tongue had traced so many times.



“Do you understand your place? The pets don’t eat at the master’s table, stay away from her” he hissed, letting his voice turn savage, dropping his hands to Yuki’s shoulders, seizing him, shoving him against the wall. Watching the shadow of pain cross the young boy’s violet eyes, the promise of bruises blooming on the delicate skin. But the boy only looked up at him, and Akito was surprised to see the hate and defiance that flashed across it, like the flitter of a hummingbird’s wings, so briefly he would have doubted it was there, had he not been so familiar with it, seeing it on his own face so often.



“Yes,” the younger boy whispered, letting his body relax, slump in Akito’s arms, his head fall forward. At last, Akito gathered the boy up in his arms, stroking his soft hair, and cradling him to his chest. It was always the best with Yuki, such a thrill, to have the young man struggle, then at last admit defeat, like the scent of a crushed flower.









A/N: I realize that there’s been some concern about this story being finished. I’m sorry that there’s been so long between updates. Sadly, writing fanfics has to be squeezed in between family and school (I never stop writing but it can take a while to get it to the post-worthy stage all on my lonesome ;_;). It should be finished by the end of the summer. I’m so excited by the responses I’ve received. Seriously, every time I see a new review I get this lovely, waffy feeling and wonder how much more dark I can make the fic.



Anne: Glad that you appreciate the pun, I hope to make it very accurate.



Neon_Neko: Thanks for the compliment and encouragement, they’re always welcome.



Rosa_Gigantea: I’m glad you like my idea, after Momiji compared Tohru to a particular folk tale, I couldn’t help but think of other fairy tales that were suitable. This one had the most appeal ^_~. Glad you like the pairings, it seems like the Tohru x Akito pairing isn’t as popular as most.



Koliverkreft: Sorry to leave you waiting for so long, thank you for your offer; reviews, encouragement, and constructive criticism are dearly, dearly loved.



Silver_mist: Hmm, it seems that I can procrastinate indefinitely and write terrible cliff-hangers[cackles evilly]. But I finally have written another chapter and I probably will continue, so I guess it’s only a passing evilness ;_;.



FoxyOrange: The start? Oh dear, is the second chapter bad already? Guess it’s all downhill from there, how sad. Yup [grins happily] and you guys will get to see more of Akito\'s interest next chapter, although I hint in this one.



Yuki-Kedamono: Yuki may not be as vanilla in this fic as he often is. Yeah, the second chapter was short (I’m a tease ^^’). But sweet, right? This chapter is a bit longer though.