Grimm Fairy Tales
folder
Fruits Basket › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,048
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Fruits Basket › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,048
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.
Eating Your Food
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Akito stared out into the darkness, into the past. A sea of blackness. A tide of bobbing lights. Ghosts waiting to crash down on you until you drowned in their ranks. The present is a thin tension like a needle floating on water, the skin on milk. It is the only thing seperating the past and the future like a thin film, a membrane, an insubstantial barrier. Nothing could stop the past.
He looked down at the girl beside him. He imagined that her friends were frantically searching for her, if they had noticed that she was missing yet. It was so easy to become separated from your group during Obon. Things had gone so smoothly, as if he had planned them. Which he hadn\'t, he hadn\'t needed to after all, this was fate. Fate was a very convenient thing, when it wasn\'t rolling over you.
Without a word, she had followed him. They had slipped off the paths, away from the temple and through the warm summer rains to his place, his gardens and his pools. He looked down at her, she was drenched from the summer rains. Her white nightgown transparent and pulling down under the weight of the water that beaded and dripped down every curve of her body.
Let someone else drown in the past, he thought, as he reached out to grasp her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his. Her pupils were enlarged, enormous, like holes that have no bottom. Deep chasms in the ocean.
“What do you see?” He asked.
“My mother. She\'s waiting for me.”
“You can join her, if you like.” He realized, as he said this that he was doing something kind. It was easier that she was willing. There were so many people willing to die, to throw themselves into the past. Why should he?
He lowered his lips to hers. The sweetness was overwhelming. She was ripe. Her saliva was intoxicating. Her body firm. It was so tempting, to eat her now.
But it was very bad, to eat the spirit\'s food. Especially today, when the spirits walked.
Sacrifices had to be pure, untouched, unblemished, perfect. He didn\'t know why anyone had thought that he would make an appropriate sacrifice.
He could take what was left. Dispose of the shell once the spirits were finished. There could be nothing left in the present, in order for the ritual to be complete.
The past would feast on the present and the present would feast on the past. And the Jyuunishi would be sustained. He would live, healthily. The girl\'s sacrifice would allow both of these things and she would be reunited with her beloved mother. This was what they meant, when they said “happy ending”.
He watched her, wraithlike in the moonlight, step out of the pagoda. She seemed to glide to the silvery surface of the viewing pond. The same moonlight that turned her into a ghost changed the pond to a giant silvery mirror set in the ground. Akito had no desire to look into it, he already knew what he would see. The past staring predatorily back at him.
He half thought that she would walk across the water\'s surface, her a wraith and the pond a mirror. But that was light\'s illusion, and as she reached the water\'s edge, her feet disturbed its glassy stillness. Ripples spread out from her as she descended further into the pond.
It was almost painful to watch, as the glassy serenity of the lake shattered back and forth as ripples spread and met in no discernable pattern. It was almost painful to watch, the disturbance that she made.
Eventually though, she would go too deep.
Akito\'s lips curled up as the last few strands of her hair slipped below the surface and the pond at last began to still. Everything would return to the way it was before she came, only better.
A/N: No, it\'s not the ending. Although come on, everyone has had fantasies about killing Tohru off, haven\'t they? Now that I have nothing to do but eat, sleep, and work (which is all very boring) I should have the next few chapters up soon. Are my food/eating titles horrible? Do you notice them?
Akito stared out into the darkness, into the past. A sea of blackness. A tide of bobbing lights. Ghosts waiting to crash down on you until you drowned in their ranks. The present is a thin tension like a needle floating on water, the skin on milk. It is the only thing seperating the past and the future like a thin film, a membrane, an insubstantial barrier. Nothing could stop the past.
He looked down at the girl beside him. He imagined that her friends were frantically searching for her, if they had noticed that she was missing yet. It was so easy to become separated from your group during Obon. Things had gone so smoothly, as if he had planned them. Which he hadn\'t, he hadn\'t needed to after all, this was fate. Fate was a very convenient thing, when it wasn\'t rolling over you.
Without a word, she had followed him. They had slipped off the paths, away from the temple and through the warm summer rains to his place, his gardens and his pools. He looked down at her, she was drenched from the summer rains. Her white nightgown transparent and pulling down under the weight of the water that beaded and dripped down every curve of her body.
Let someone else drown in the past, he thought, as he reached out to grasp her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his. Her pupils were enlarged, enormous, like holes that have no bottom. Deep chasms in the ocean.
“What do you see?” He asked.
“My mother. She\'s waiting for me.”
“You can join her, if you like.” He realized, as he said this that he was doing something kind. It was easier that she was willing. There were so many people willing to die, to throw themselves into the past. Why should he?
He lowered his lips to hers. The sweetness was overwhelming. She was ripe. Her saliva was intoxicating. Her body firm. It was so tempting, to eat her now.
But it was very bad, to eat the spirit\'s food. Especially today, when the spirits walked.
Sacrifices had to be pure, untouched, unblemished, perfect. He didn\'t know why anyone had thought that he would make an appropriate sacrifice.
He could take what was left. Dispose of the shell once the spirits were finished. There could be nothing left in the present, in order for the ritual to be complete.
The past would feast on the present and the present would feast on the past. And the Jyuunishi would be sustained. He would live, healthily. The girl\'s sacrifice would allow both of these things and she would be reunited with her beloved mother. This was what they meant, when they said “happy ending”.
He watched her, wraithlike in the moonlight, step out of the pagoda. She seemed to glide to the silvery surface of the viewing pond. The same moonlight that turned her into a ghost changed the pond to a giant silvery mirror set in the ground. Akito had no desire to look into it, he already knew what he would see. The past staring predatorily back at him.
He half thought that she would walk across the water\'s surface, her a wraith and the pond a mirror. But that was light\'s illusion, and as she reached the water\'s edge, her feet disturbed its glassy stillness. Ripples spread out from her as she descended further into the pond.
It was almost painful to watch, as the glassy serenity of the lake shattered back and forth as ripples spread and met in no discernable pattern. It was almost painful to watch, the disturbance that she made.
Eventually though, she would go too deep.
Akito\'s lips curled up as the last few strands of her hair slipped below the surface and the pond at last began to still. Everything would return to the way it was before she came, only better.
A/N: No, it\'s not the ending. Although come on, everyone has had fantasies about killing Tohru off, haven\'t they? Now that I have nothing to do but eat, sleep, and work (which is all very boring) I should have the next few chapters up soon. Are my food/eating titles horrible? Do you notice them?