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Log ; Ongoing
When; February 08
Rating; PGfor now
Characters; Sohma Akito [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caging ] & Honda Tohru [aibyoukaonigiri ]
Summary; A god metes punishment where required.
Log;
God was waiting; a picture of serenity beside the only source of light in the room that was a small, rectangular window. The room they had provided for her was far cry from the room she had back at the Sohma estate, with its cool tatami flooring, artistic windows, and an easy access to her very own garden where they kept tsubaki flowers all over. It was to be expected, however. It was fine, though far from fitting. When Akito closed the lights and let the room become encased in cold darkness, it became more like home.
Eyeing the pieces of broken stem, leaves, and trampled petals on the floor beside her, him because of that curse today, she began to wonder about when exactly a certain ambitious little tramp was going to arrive. When she had woken up today, in that changed body that wasn't so very bad... though awkward and unnatural -- definitely male -- she had thought to spend the rest of the day arranging flowers idly as she checked on what her family was doing through the network. Small joys. Was it so much to ask for, to have a little happiness and contentment? And then that bitch, that Honda Tohru, had to touch and defile her things. The cat, Kyou was not part of her zodiacs, but he was nevertheless hers, an ownership, and bound to the God, her, him, he was born to serve.
Pressing a twig between her thumb and pointing finger, hard enough that a small cracking sound filled the dark silence for a moment, Akito smiled to herself. Yes. But hadn't she... shouldn't she have foreseen this? They kept saying; Honda Tohru was good. That ugly bitch... Akito saw her for what she truly was all along! A sick and disgusting thing, an ugly thing... just like that woman. Seducing, and reaching out to men with unworthy hands-- Digusting!
"You touched Kyou," she mumbled absently as she carefully left the the broken twig beside the vase that held her latest arrangement; an abstract mess of flowers. "I didn't... see that. How dare you..." And then with a fisted hand she crushed the twig on the floor.
Tohru-san must be punished.
Rating; PG
Characters; Sohma Akito [
caging ] & Honda Tohru [aibyoukaonigiri ] Summary; A god metes punishment where required.
Log;
God was waiting; a picture of serenity beside the only source of light in the room that was a small, rectangular window. The room they had provided for her was far cry from the room she had back at the Sohma estate, with its cool tatami flooring, artistic windows, and an easy access to her very own garden where they kept tsubaki flowers all over. It was to be expected, however. It was fine, though far from fitting. When Akito closed the lights and let the room become encased in cold darkness, it became more like home.
Eyeing the pieces of broken stem, leaves, and trampled petals on the floor beside her, him because of that curse today, she began to wonder about when exactly a certain ambitious little tramp was going to arrive. When she had woken up today, in that changed body that wasn't so very bad... though awkward and unnatural -- definitely male -- she had thought to spend the rest of the day arranging flowers idly as she checked on what her family was doing through the network. Small joys. Was it so much to ask for, to have a little happiness and contentment? And then that bitch, that Honda Tohru, had to touch and defile her things. The cat, Kyou was not part of her zodiacs, but he was nevertheless hers, an ownership, and bound to the God, her, him, he was born to serve.
Pressing a twig between her thumb and pointing finger, hard enough that a small cracking sound filled the dark silence for a moment, Akito smiled to herself. Yes. But hadn't she... shouldn't she have foreseen this? They kept saying; Honda Tohru was good. That ugly bitch... Akito saw her for what she truly was all along! A sick and disgusting thing, an ugly thing... just like that woman. Seducing, and reaching out to men with unworthy hands-- Digusting!
"You touched Kyou," she mumbled absently as she carefully left the the broken twig beside the vase that held her latest arrangement; an abstract mess of flowers. "I didn't... see that. How dare you..." And then with a fisted hand she crushed the twig on the floor.
Tohru-san must be punished.
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She was going to meet with Akito, because the Sohma family god wanted to punish her. A thousand and one things raced through Tohru's mind, remembering a couple of the punishments her mom had described to her that happened in gangs and on the streets. They were enough to make her blood run cold. Akito was not part of a gang, but that didn't lessen the fear.
Kana-san…I-I remember what Momiji-kun told me happened when Hatori-san told him about Kana.
Hesitating, she stared at the door wide-eyed. Was something like that…going to happen to her? Throat tightening, her hand alighted onto the handle. Punishment…she had no idea what to expect, or know what he had in mind. If I don't go though…then something could happen to Kyou-kun.
Ashamed, feeling dirty, much like the 'whore' she knew Akito was calling her, Tohru felt tears prickle her eyes. It's my fault. What happened the day before, she would never have done at the moment if she had been within her right mind. Something she had always considered sacred...or supposed to be special…she hadn't even been within her right mind for. I'm such an i-idiot….I ruined everything! Scrubbing at the hot liquid that started to fall once more down her cheeks she held back a sob. She could still remember the things she'd felt last night, the intimacy shared between them, the feeling of being touched, and in turn touching him. Looking back though, everything…had been her. The bile rose once more.
I'M SORRY! M-Mom…if you're not completely ashamed of me…please…p-please help me. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean to. I wouldn't have…I love you. I'm really really sorry.
Scrubbing at her tears, she took a shaky breath before opening the door. It's my responsibility. There was no one else at blame, but herself. She knew that it was important that she face the consequences of her actions if anyone was to be in trouble for this. Kyou was someone she would never allow to be hurt because of her own doing. There really wasn't a choice in the matter.
I'm going to protect Kyou-kun.