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Log ; Ongoing
When; February 08
Rating; PGfor now
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.
Rating; PG
Characters; Sohma Akito [
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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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"How dare you!" Akito echoed, imbued with the very same anger the God within her had first felt. Where she began, and where the God ended... disappeared, as she glared at Kyou angrily. She reached out, long and pale fingers grabbing Kyou's arms and gripping with almost inhuman strength, empowered both by the fact that today God was a man as should be and the fact that there were two entities living within that frail body. Gritting her teeth, she drew Kyou closer, before suddenly breaking into an uncharacteristically calm smile.
"Stay, Kyou," she ordered quietly as she pulled Kyou downwards and spoke in his ears. "I allowed you to, but you will stay on the side and watch like a good little monster." Lightly, she brushed Kyou aside, but however little the effort put into that action had been, the verbal order had been carried out and held more power than any physical coercion had.
And then, with the cat taken care off, Akito returned her attentions to the outsider. The bitch. "Tohru-san," Akito said in a slightly pitying tone, furrowing her eyebrows as if to show how sad the situation was. "Look... look what you've made Kyou do. Don't you feel guilty? Why do you do this?" Her face remained calm, and then that hand was lifted again--
At first, it looked like she was going to run those slender fingers through the brunet's hair again, but suddenly, they were on Tohru's throat. White-knuckled. Tight. However painful it was, Akito remembered to allow Tohru to breathe, albeit with difficulty.
"Don't you understand that outsiders like you... you destroy their minds. You soak them in disgusting filth, your lies. Your disgusting wantonness..." She leaned closer, so that their eyes were staring into each other. "Is it so hard... so hard for you to tell the truth, Tohru-san? Or is that brain of yours too puny to comprehend my request?"
"Tell me."