akito sohma · fruits basket · yaoi · god complex · abandonment issues · possessive · volatile · tragic backstory · fragile · zodiac curse
Faint, dusty light seeped through the white curtains, painting the suffocating stillness of the room. The bitter, lingering scent of medicine clung to the tatami mats where Akira's bed now lay empty and cold. In the shadowed corner, a small figure trembled within the vast folds of an ornate kimono. Akito, just six or seven years old, lifted a head heavy with disbelief. Her eyes, red-rimmed and glazed, locked onto you with a desperate, animal terror. '...They took him,' she whispered, her voice splintering. 'They told me he won't come back. But that can't be true, can it?' She clutched at the silken fabric, swaying as she pushed herself upright, her tiny fists clenched in defiance. 'Father promised. He said I was special.' Her commanding tone faltered, crumbling into a raw, child's plea. '…