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grape_soda) wrote2009-04-22 10:23 am
grape_soda) wrote2009-04-22 10:23 am
Entry tags:
Dear and Headlights
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Pairing: Akito/Yuki
Rating: G-PG
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roannaweenie at the ☆Fruits Basket Song Lyric Meme☆! <3 The first request, and I got to be the first to fulfill it. It seems dreams really do come true! *tears stream* The request was for a fic based on the lyrcis to Dear and Headlights' song "Grace". I thought the band name made a suitable title for this fic...
Purged a poem I swore was finished
Heaping lines half chewed unconscious
He is so weak, and as she watched him shift away, moving toward class, she could not help but smile that that strong, undeniable hold she has over him even now. At this moment she waits for him to return like an animal waiting to pounce upon its prey. There is some kind of sick, undeniable enjoyment in the fact that he will always come back to her, no matter how many times this kind of thing happens. She will always have power over him. Tohru Honda will not change that.
No one will change that.
It’s enough knowing this that she is barely angry that the arrogance of that girl who sees fit to step in… to step between Akito and her zodiac. It’s no matter, however; they have the bond, that “permanence”, and Tohru Honda does not. Even living under Shigure’s roof, she hasn’t the slightest amount of power against God.
The smile that flickers like a flame across her lips almost makes her feel guilty. For a moment she wonders… does she have any right at all to be so high and mighty? Is she really any better than her animals? She thinks for a moment that perhaps she is possessed as well, but by something else. Something much darker.
For a moment she shivers, despite the spring air. The chills that reaches down to her bones is filled with intent, and though she struggles to shake it off, nothing can make it dissipate.
I'm worried that the purpose is
How I look, not how I lived
Let's get dolled up and play pretend
Cause nothing stays honest when
Every thought is cursed with intent
A pulse covered in skin and words covered in lips
Yuki knows he is weak, and this makes it easier to look at Akito when he sees him leaning against the school building, clothed in skin-tight black like some sort of pallbearer, hair moving only slightly in the light wind.
“Good afternoon, Yuki,” the words come from between those pale lips, and Yuki’s fear rattles him to the bone for a moment. He refuses to let Akito see him shake, but he knows he has seen his fear by the way his mouth curves up at the corners, slight but still noticeable. It plunges him down into a dark world, a world where Akito still has him locked up in that dark room. Even out in the sunlight, he is still confined to the prison when those dark eyes lock onto him, reminding him that nothing has changed.
“What do you want, Akito?” he asks, sounding far braver than he feels. Akito smiles, and for a moment the sweetness to his face is misleading. He steps forward, holding one hand out to Yuki, and it takes everything in him not to recoil from the very thought of Akito’s touch, that snake-cold hand that races up his neck to just barely squeeze the flesh, reminding him of power. Of isolation. “You are mine…” that touch will whisper, and he will be thrown back into his own anxieties, a game of cat and mouse, of weak and strong. Then he is back in reality, and that hand is still held out to him, waiting for him to grasp it; the hand of a fractured God still in power despite all that rises up against him.
Akito smiles as Yuki reaches out to take his hand, and Yuki can tell Akito did not doubt for a moment that it would come to this. It was never a question of whether he would come to him, but when. Akito curls his surprisingly warm fingers around Yuki’s and pulls him closer so that their torsos touch, something that makes Yuki shudder.
“Are you really still afraid of me?” Akito asks, his mouth curving wickedly upward, power and sin. Yuki stares up like a deer in headlights, violet eyes meeting Akito’s dark, almost colorless ones, and he is frozen. For a moment he is back in the past, back in the darkness, and his breath catches in his throat. “Silly, silly Yuki. There’s nothing to be afraid of, my dear Yuki.”
Those eyes say something different, despite the caring warmth of Akito’s voice, and Yuki chokes on any words that might have passed through his lips, sore from biting at them as Akito stares at him like he can see right through him. Akito has won, and it’s obvious. It’s obvious in that misleadingly gentle hand in his hair, in the possessive warmth of Akito’s lips pressing into his, choking away his breath. Akito’s kiss is rough and domineering, but Yuki kisses him back anyway, just as he always has. Nothing has changed despite the years. He is a child again, caught in his childhood companion’s clutches, enjoying this roughly possessive kiss far more than he will ever admit, because the truth is too dark for him to grasp.
A sound breaks the spell; the sound of a twig snapping. Akito breaks the kiss, and Yuki’s eyes slide up over his shoulder, where Kyo stands at a bit of a distance, looking both disgusted and transfixed. For a moment, Yuki is more grateful to Kyo than he can possibly comprehend. He drags himself away from Akito, straightening his emotions and his hair.
“I have to get home,” Yuki tells him, and Akito smiles that terrible smile again, one filled with ownership and mirth. Yuki is glad he neglected to mention that they are in fact going to spend time with Tohru and meet her friends.
“Goodbye, Yuki. Remember what I said about coming to see me…”
Yuki ignores him and finds himself running to Kyo as though the infuriating redhead will somehow bring him comfort. He does not stop running until he reaches Kyo, and he does not look back. Kyo says nothing, surprisingly, and does not show a hint of being unhappy that he is forced to walk to the park to meet Tohru and the others with him.
They walk in silence, and as their swinging hands brush lightly, Yuki breathes a sigh of relief. Akito’s hold is fully broken at the contact of someone else against his skin, and he is free to breathe once more. Kyo looks at him strangely, but he doesn’t speak, doesn‘t reprimand him, almost seems not to judge. Yuki almost smiles, and just for a moment he glances back over his shoulder to that spot by the school wall. It is empty, with nothing but the bare expanse of wall.
Almost as though Akito is as forgettable as Yuki would like to pretend.
Hold your hand out palm side up
Open, empty, light enough
Minutes all turn to months
This is one thing we have all learned
Equations always make up a sum
But it doesn't add up
Remember to participate in the meme, everyone!
☆Fruits Basket Song Lyric Meme☆
Pairing: Akito/Yuki
Rating: G-PG
This one was written for
roannaweenie at the ☆Fruits Basket Song Lyric Meme☆! <3 The first request, and I got to be the first to fulfill it. It seems dreams really do come true! *tears stream* The request was for a fic based on the lyrcis to Dear and Headlights' song "Grace". I thought the band name made a suitable title for this fic...Heaping lines half chewed unconscious
He is so weak, and as she watched him shift away, moving toward class, she could not help but smile that that strong, undeniable hold she has over him even now. At this moment she waits for him to return like an animal waiting to pounce upon its prey. There is some kind of sick, undeniable enjoyment in the fact that he will always come back to her, no matter how many times this kind of thing happens. She will always have power over him. Tohru Honda will not change that.
No one will change that.
It’s enough knowing this that she is barely angry that the arrogance of that girl who sees fit to step in… to step between Akito and her zodiac. It’s no matter, however; they have the bond, that “permanence”, and Tohru Honda does not. Even living under Shigure’s roof, she hasn’t the slightest amount of power against God.
The smile that flickers like a flame across her lips almost makes her feel guilty. For a moment she wonders… does she have any right at all to be so high and mighty? Is she really any better than her animals? She thinks for a moment that perhaps she is possessed as well, but by something else. Something much darker.
For a moment she shivers, despite the spring air. The chills that reaches down to her bones is filled with intent, and though she struggles to shake it off, nothing can make it dissipate.
I'm worried that the purpose is
How I look, not how I lived
Let's get dolled up and play pretend
Cause nothing stays honest when
Every thought is cursed with intent
A pulse covered in skin and words covered in lips
Yuki knows he is weak, and this makes it easier to look at Akito when he sees him leaning against the school building, clothed in skin-tight black like some sort of pallbearer, hair moving only slightly in the light wind.
“Good afternoon, Yuki,” the words come from between those pale lips, and Yuki’s fear rattles him to the bone for a moment. He refuses to let Akito see him shake, but he knows he has seen his fear by the way his mouth curves up at the corners, slight but still noticeable. It plunges him down into a dark world, a world where Akito still has him locked up in that dark room. Even out in the sunlight, he is still confined to the prison when those dark eyes lock onto him, reminding him that nothing has changed.
“What do you want, Akito?” he asks, sounding far braver than he feels. Akito smiles, and for a moment the sweetness to his face is misleading. He steps forward, holding one hand out to Yuki, and it takes everything in him not to recoil from the very thought of Akito’s touch, that snake-cold hand that races up his neck to just barely squeeze the flesh, reminding him of power. Of isolation. “You are mine…” that touch will whisper, and he will be thrown back into his own anxieties, a game of cat and mouse, of weak and strong. Then he is back in reality, and that hand is still held out to him, waiting for him to grasp it; the hand of a fractured God still in power despite all that rises up against him.
Akito smiles as Yuki reaches out to take his hand, and Yuki can tell Akito did not doubt for a moment that it would come to this. It was never a question of whether he would come to him, but when. Akito curls his surprisingly warm fingers around Yuki’s and pulls him closer so that their torsos touch, something that makes Yuki shudder.
“Are you really still afraid of me?” Akito asks, his mouth curving wickedly upward, power and sin. Yuki stares up like a deer in headlights, violet eyes meeting Akito’s dark, almost colorless ones, and he is frozen. For a moment he is back in the past, back in the darkness, and his breath catches in his throat. “Silly, silly Yuki. There’s nothing to be afraid of, my dear Yuki.”
Those eyes say something different, despite the caring warmth of Akito’s voice, and Yuki chokes on any words that might have passed through his lips, sore from biting at them as Akito stares at him like he can see right through him. Akito has won, and it’s obvious. It’s obvious in that misleadingly gentle hand in his hair, in the possessive warmth of Akito’s lips pressing into his, choking away his breath. Akito’s kiss is rough and domineering, but Yuki kisses him back anyway, just as he always has. Nothing has changed despite the years. He is a child again, caught in his childhood companion’s clutches, enjoying this roughly possessive kiss far more than he will ever admit, because the truth is too dark for him to grasp.
A sound breaks the spell; the sound of a twig snapping. Akito breaks the kiss, and Yuki’s eyes slide up over his shoulder, where Kyo stands at a bit of a distance, looking both disgusted and transfixed. For a moment, Yuki is more grateful to Kyo than he can possibly comprehend. He drags himself away from Akito, straightening his emotions and his hair.
“I have to get home,” Yuki tells him, and Akito smiles that terrible smile again, one filled with ownership and mirth. Yuki is glad he neglected to mention that they are in fact going to spend time with Tohru and meet her friends.
“Goodbye, Yuki. Remember what I said about coming to see me…”
Yuki ignores him and finds himself running to Kyo as though the infuriating redhead will somehow bring him comfort. He does not stop running until he reaches Kyo, and he does not look back. Kyo says nothing, surprisingly, and does not show a hint of being unhappy that he is forced to walk to the park to meet Tohru and the others with him.
They walk in silence, and as their swinging hands brush lightly, Yuki breathes a sigh of relief. Akito’s hold is fully broken at the contact of someone else against his skin, and he is free to breathe once more. Kyo looks at him strangely, but he doesn’t speak, doesn‘t reprimand him, almost seems not to judge. Yuki almost smiles, and just for a moment he glances back over his shoulder to that spot by the school wall. It is empty, with nothing but the bare expanse of wall.
Almost as though Akito is as forgettable as Yuki would like to pretend.
Open, empty, light enough
Minutes all turn to months
This is one thing we have all learned
Equations always make up a sum
But it doesn't add up
Remember to participate in the meme, everyone!
☆Fruits Basket Song Lyric Meme☆
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i'm surprised that even though my request was first, it was fulfilled so quickly. and i was worried that i picked a song too obscure for anyone to write about it, but...!
how can i sum up how much i loved this? the fic fits PERFECTLY with the song i chose, and i never knew it worked so harmoniously with akito/yuki. you did such a brilliant job with the lyric insertion, the two different POVs, and especially, ESPECIALLY how well you've captured them. i've only read about 4 or 5 akito/yuki fics, and i'm not even exaggerating, this is the best one i've read.
so thank you, thank you, thank you SO much for brightening my day with such a beautiful piece ('beautiful' would be an understatement, i'd have to say). ♥ and i hope the meme grows! do you know of any other places i could pimp it on? i've already done so on my journal.
oh and...could i add you? :3 it is unfortunate that i only have 2 other people on my friends list that are familiar with furuba, and it would never hurt to add one more!
thanks again! really, you are a talented writer. ♥
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Anyway, you're very welcome, and feel free to request more fics ^^ Ahg, I'm not sure where else to pimp the meme XD I already pimped it on a few communities. I hope it grows, too. It's doing better than my Princess Princess meme so far, though :3
Go ahead and add me, and I'll add you back! 8D The more the merrier! I was actually going to ask if I could add you, by the way. Spooooooky XDD
Thanks again! <3
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i pimped it on
yeyeyey! adding you :D
and you're welcome ♥