Grimm Fairy Tales
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Category:
Fruits Basket › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,044
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Fruits Basket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lost in the Forest
Chapter 6: Lost in the Forest
Akito\'s hand drifted with the languid swiftness of flowing water and plucked one of the many falling blossoms from the air eddying around them.
Tohru watched, shivering at the coldness of his pale fingers against the pink warmth of the flower\'s veined petals. She should move. She should leave. But she stood, like a dream, like a nightmare in which the events flow onward and the dreamer is paralyzed.
Akito\'s black eyes were fixed on her face. They gave off the empty reflection of light flashing off of obsidian as he basked in her attention, his movements slow, theatrical.
He held up the blossom between them, like a lover offering a flower. And crushed it as if pinching a flea, until the juices dripped out.
It was just a flower.
It was obscene.
A pink pulpy mass between his slender fingers.
Tohru did not notice the tears slipping from her eyes or the whimper that escaped her lips as she stared at the flower\'s corpse slowly staining Akito\'s pallid fingers a healthy pink. It was like something had burst inside of her and filled her. Like there was something else inside her skin.
Akito noticed.
The whimper and the tears in her limpid eyes accentuated the sweet burst of scent released from the petals, perfuming his fingers, his gaze moved from her tears to her lips, a blush of color in her pale face.
His lips curled upwards, the two images didn\'t match. There was beauty in symmetry. The lips, her lips should be bleeding. Like the petals. He knew how they would taste. Like peach flesh that melts into tartness and lingers. Blossoms are plucked. Fruit is devoured.
A hand slipped over Tohru\'s eyes.
Yuki\'s wintry voice broke the perfect silence.
“Leave” The word was sharp and hard. The petals fell from Tohru\'s lips.
Akito felt the tranquility, the sweetness of the moment shatter. Pleasure turned to rage as Yuki drew Tohru protectively behind him. Hiding Akito from Tohru\'s vision, Tohru from Akito\'s vision.
Akito\'s lips twisted, as his anger hovered, deciding on its expression. Form was everything. Form had just been ruined. The punishment must be appropriate.
Yuki simply stood there. Didn\'t shrink or whimper. Instead, his cold eyes shimmered and a smile that mirrored, was bred, from Akito\'s own spread across the boy\'s face.
Thousands of tiny eyes and sharp teeth glimmered throughout the clearing, looking hungrily at Akito. The chill earth seemed to suck hungrily at him.
Akito\'s eyes narrowed. “What a dreary, infested mouse hole. Your little friend is sick from it.”
Yuki blinked. Akito melted into the shadows and that strange, exhiliarating coldness faded, the rats he did not realize he had called dispersed. He turned to Tohru, worry replacing adrenalin.
Tohru still hadn\'t made a sound, standing frozen in his arms.
“Honda-san! Tohru! Tohru!”
Tohru blinked, the surprise of Yuki-kun using her given name snapped her out of her strange lethargy, but it didn\'t completely disperse. It was like there was a layer of glass or ice between her and the scene where a ragged prince was calling her name in heart-rending tones.
Yuki panted, his breath catching in his lungs, tickling at the back of his throat. The feeling of ants crawling and stinging at the back of his throat intensified. Why was he always weak when it mattered? Akito had left, but Tohru looked different. Paler. Ephemeral, like the cherry blossoms caught in her hair. He had no idea what was wrong with her. What Akito had done to her.
“Tohru” he whispered, ending in a strangled fit of coughing, like branches cracking under the weight of snow as he struggled to draw in even breathes.
She smiled at him, the dreamy smile of one whose mind is somewhere else.
But he was still caught by it. His throat tightened further. And a painful warmth swept over him in the chill dawn morning.
Tohru\'s dreamy gaze turned glassy and with a slight shudder she collapsed against him. He was enveloped by the heady scent of plums. He carefully tightened his arms around her, with the strange sensation that he held a kitsune in his arms. One with liquid hair, plum petal lips, and melting eyes focused on some other world. He\'d never felt so far apart from Tohru, but his body was painfully warm, burning at her closeness.
He needed to take her to Hatori, back to the house. But at the moment, he couldn\'t even walk there. Couldn\'t breathe. Couldn\'t protect her, couldn\'t help her.
With a sigh he let himself fall back into the soft grass. They lay there, two empty people, soaked by morning dew. The harsh sounds of coughing breaking the morning\'s serenity like grinding glass, waiting for the dream to end.
A/N: Hmm, I wonder if anyone has started to guess what is happening to Tohru? Thank you all of the lovely people who reviewed! It generates good karma, review!
Raven: I wonder if the threat negates the good karma? Are they *cute* little henchmen? I adore cute little henchmen, especially if they\'re squashy. Thanks for the encouragement!
Akito\'s hand drifted with the languid swiftness of flowing water and plucked one of the many falling blossoms from the air eddying around them.
Tohru watched, shivering at the coldness of his pale fingers against the pink warmth of the flower\'s veined petals. She should move. She should leave. But she stood, like a dream, like a nightmare in which the events flow onward and the dreamer is paralyzed.
Akito\'s black eyes were fixed on her face. They gave off the empty reflection of light flashing off of obsidian as he basked in her attention, his movements slow, theatrical.
He held up the blossom between them, like a lover offering a flower. And crushed it as if pinching a flea, until the juices dripped out.
It was just a flower.
It was obscene.
A pink pulpy mass between his slender fingers.
Tohru did not notice the tears slipping from her eyes or the whimper that escaped her lips as she stared at the flower\'s corpse slowly staining Akito\'s pallid fingers a healthy pink. It was like something had burst inside of her and filled her. Like there was something else inside her skin.
Akito noticed.
The whimper and the tears in her limpid eyes accentuated the sweet burst of scent released from the petals, perfuming his fingers, his gaze moved from her tears to her lips, a blush of color in her pale face.
His lips curled upwards, the two images didn\'t match. There was beauty in symmetry. The lips, her lips should be bleeding. Like the petals. He knew how they would taste. Like peach flesh that melts into tartness and lingers. Blossoms are plucked. Fruit is devoured.
A hand slipped over Tohru\'s eyes.
Yuki\'s wintry voice broke the perfect silence.
“Leave” The word was sharp and hard. The petals fell from Tohru\'s lips.
Akito felt the tranquility, the sweetness of the moment shatter. Pleasure turned to rage as Yuki drew Tohru protectively behind him. Hiding Akito from Tohru\'s vision, Tohru from Akito\'s vision.
Akito\'s lips twisted, as his anger hovered, deciding on its expression. Form was everything. Form had just been ruined. The punishment must be appropriate.
Yuki simply stood there. Didn\'t shrink or whimper. Instead, his cold eyes shimmered and a smile that mirrored, was bred, from Akito\'s own spread across the boy\'s face.
Thousands of tiny eyes and sharp teeth glimmered throughout the clearing, looking hungrily at Akito. The chill earth seemed to suck hungrily at him.
Akito\'s eyes narrowed. “What a dreary, infested mouse hole. Your little friend is sick from it.”
Yuki blinked. Akito melted into the shadows and that strange, exhiliarating coldness faded, the rats he did not realize he had called dispersed. He turned to Tohru, worry replacing adrenalin.
Tohru still hadn\'t made a sound, standing frozen in his arms.
“Honda-san! Tohru! Tohru!”
Tohru blinked, the surprise of Yuki-kun using her given name snapped her out of her strange lethargy, but it didn\'t completely disperse. It was like there was a layer of glass or ice between her and the scene where a ragged prince was calling her name in heart-rending tones.
Yuki panted, his breath catching in his lungs, tickling at the back of his throat. The feeling of ants crawling and stinging at the back of his throat intensified. Why was he always weak when it mattered? Akito had left, but Tohru looked different. Paler. Ephemeral, like the cherry blossoms caught in her hair. He had no idea what was wrong with her. What Akito had done to her.
“Tohru” he whispered, ending in a strangled fit of coughing, like branches cracking under the weight of snow as he struggled to draw in even breathes.
She smiled at him, the dreamy smile of one whose mind is somewhere else.
But he was still caught by it. His throat tightened further. And a painful warmth swept over him in the chill dawn morning.
Tohru\'s dreamy gaze turned glassy and with a slight shudder she collapsed against him. He was enveloped by the heady scent of plums. He carefully tightened his arms around her, with the strange sensation that he held a kitsune in his arms. One with liquid hair, plum petal lips, and melting eyes focused on some other world. He\'d never felt so far apart from Tohru, but his body was painfully warm, burning at her closeness.
He needed to take her to Hatori, back to the house. But at the moment, he couldn\'t even walk there. Couldn\'t breathe. Couldn\'t protect her, couldn\'t help her.
With a sigh he let himself fall back into the soft grass. They lay there, two empty people, soaked by morning dew. The harsh sounds of coughing breaking the morning\'s serenity like grinding glass, waiting for the dream to end.
A/N: Hmm, I wonder if anyone has started to guess what is happening to Tohru? Thank you all of the lovely people who reviewed! It generates good karma, review!
Raven: I wonder if the threat negates the good karma? Are they *cute* little henchmen? I adore cute little henchmen, especially if they\'re squashy. Thanks for the encouragement!