Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, y'all. Darn it. Aimi ish mine though.

Chapter Three: No Time for a Jealous Lover


Aimi woke with a start, and immediately screamed in pain. It felt like her chest was on fire. She moaned and tried sitting up slowly, as not to put any pressure on the arm closest to her wound. 'Wound?' she thought to herself, 'now where did I get that?' She looked around the familiar space, wondering how she'd ended up in Hatori's living room.

Suddenly, Tohru came bustling in, carrying a tray of riceballs and medicine. Upon seeing Aimi, she squeaked and sat down the tray.

"You shouldn't be sitting up! Here, lay back on your pillows!" she said, firmly pushing Aimi back on the mattress. "I brought you your medicine and some breakfast . . . is the pain bad?"

Aimi nodded, wincing. She took the pills from Tohru and downed them quickly, hoping they would rid her of her pain. It felt like she was being pricked by needles every time she took a breath. She studied Tohru. Aimi didn't know her very well, but had talked to her a few times. She was a very sweet girl, always worrying about others. "Tohru-kun, what happened to me?" she asked, taking a shaky breath.

Tohru paled. "You were stabbed by Akito-san last night at the party. Hatori-san found you and drove you to the hospital, and brought you back here. He's going to take care of you for a while, but I'm here to watch over you while he's on his rounds." She sighed, "The wound was very deep . . . you're lucky to be alive." Aimi nodded, remembering everything up until she'd blacked out. "Here, I brought you some clothes. I'll help you change out of those and then maybe I can get the stains out of your pretty outfit. And then maybe a bath. You've got a lot of blood on you."


Hatori stood outside of Akito's room, trying to collect himself before he went in. He didn't want to display any weakness to her, he knew she'd use it to hurt him. The doctor has always feared Akito a bit, after she'd hurt his eye. But that fear had increased tenfold after he'd seen what she was capable of. After what she'd done to Aimi. He took a deep breath and slid open the door.

The room was dark, but he could see the outline of his patient, sitting silently in the middle of the room, which looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Broken pottery and shards of the mirror were all over the room, dirt from a flower pot was spilled onto the floor, the flower petals shredded and strewn about the place. The sheets had been ripped from the mattress and had blood splattered across them. This sent Hatori into action. He ran to the figure in the middle of the room, grabbing her by the shoulders and checking her person for wounds.

"What did you do to yourself?" He demanded.

Akito laughed softly, "It's not my blood, you fool."

Hatori sighed in relief and let go of her, turning his attention to his bag, and taking out the thermometer. Akito stared up at him with an amused look in her eyes, as if the last night's events had been nothing but a game. The thermometer beeped. "101.7 degrees." He read aloud. Definitely not a good sign. Neither of them spoke as he took her blood pressure and tested her reflexes. Her blood pressure was down, and she had dark circles under her eyes. He heaved a great sigh. "Akito . . . you haven't got a lot of time left. A few months maybe a year . . . " He trailed off, lost in thought. The news didn't seem to have any effect on Akito whatsoever, it was as if she'd already known. Hatori took the stethoscope out of his bag, put it on, and placed it on Akito's bare back as she slid the robe off her shoulder. "Breathe in."

"I bet you want to know why I did it."

"Breathe in."

"I know you're just dying to find out. You want to know what goes on in my head."

The dragon let out an exasperated sigh and looked his patient in the eyes. "Why did you hurt Aimi? You could have killed her."

Akito grinned. "Because you care about her, and you're mine."

He moved the stethoscope to her stomach. "I belong to no one."

She seized his hand and pushed it lower, to her inner thigh. "I beg to differ."

Hatori pulled back his hand in disgust, staring at Akito in shock. "You'll have to keep on begging, then."

"Get out." She whispered, grinning.

The doctor left with no protest.


Shigure walked into the room, marveling at the fact that is was spotless. After what he'd heard from outside the room the night before, he was expecting a disaster area. The maids must have come in after Hatori had finished his checkup. The dog spied Akito leaning against the wall, observing him with a mischievous look in her eyes that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He kneeled and looked down at the floor as she crossed the room and came to stand in front of him.

"Why did you do that to her? She's just a teenager." He asked, dreading Akito's reaction.

"You forget that we are the same age."

'Yes, but you have no heart.' "Are you jealous? Are you jealous because he cares for her? Am I not good enough for you?" He whispered as his blood began to boil.

Akito made a small, content sound as she caressed the side of his face with her soft fingers. The dog closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She quickly withdrew her hand and brought it hard across his face. He yelped and tasted blood in his mouth.

"Speak to me again in that manner, and you won't have a tongue left to disrespect me with." She hissed, staring down at him with angry eyes. "Now, I have something I need you to do for me."

"Yes, my love?" He spat sarcastically. Akito opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again and shook her head.

"Later." She whispered, the glint in her eyes back again.

Without another word, she grabbed him roughly by the collar and placed her lips hungrily upon his, forcing his mouth open with her tongue and caressing the back of his neck with her hands. Taken aback by this pleasant surprise, Shigure grinned boyishly into the kiss, gently pushing his lover backwards onto the ground. As they continued to kiss, Akito roughly pushed him over until she sat on top of him. Shigure's hands roamed over her small frame until they found the ties of her robes and began to fumble with them, breaking the kiss. Soon, her clothes were in a heap on the other side of the room, and Akito sat bare before him.


A/N: cackles Bwahaha, Akito is evil and I love her for it. Review please!