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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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Stepping forward, making eye contact with Akito she touched her chest, indicating herself as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Kyou-kun doesn't need to stay. You said you wanted to speak to me, right? If that's the case I'm here. I take full responsibility, so it should just be between the two of us. He doesn't even want to see my face" she managed to say, choking a little on that last part. "So that goes to show just how much of this all falls on my own shoulders."
In reality, Tohru was scared. She was really scared, and probably would have felt better with Kyou by her side, together, as he always said, but that wasn't fair. She didn't want to put him into jeopardy.