I'm a big fan of the Furuba anime (although I've spent enough time in the fandom to know Akito's "secret") and I wondered what went through the head of the god of the zodiac when the whole family came together because of their love of Tohru. To be honest, I bet Akito hated it. And because of that, she hated Tohru herself. I don't own Fruits Basket - enjoy - R/R!

I was supposed to be the mother figure of this family.

I was born into the God-position of the zodiac for a reason: so each of the accursed children would look up to me, honor me, respect me – and most importantly, come to me with their problems and struggles and give me the pleasure of setting things right.

But somewhere along the way, something went wrong.

Most of it was Ren's fault, but there's no use blaming anyone now. It's not like it would change anything. By the time I had grown up enough to realize what I was doing – that I was following directly in the path she intended, I mean – I was too set in my ways to change anything. I wasn't a mother. I wasn't even a woman. I was a dark angel, a tyrant, someone to be feared, avoided, and worked around at all costs.

They had already given the mother-role to her.

That stupid, plan, ordinary human girl.

What does she have that I, don't? Nothing. In fact, she doesn't even begin to rival everything that I am and everything that I have to offer. She is clumsy, silly, and not especially gorgeous or outstandingly smart. I've heard she can make a good bento box and is so-so at badminton, but that's hardly cause for such an uproar. If anything, it only stands to prove how average she really is.

But they have rallied around her and made her the axis of their universe. She's Shigure's muse, Yuki's true friend, Kisa's sister-figure. She even seems to have won Hatori's trust. It gets worse, though. By some incredible act of empathy, she has seemingly intertwined her fate with that of the cat, of all people.

All I can do is stand on the sidelines and play the cruel hand of fate: call the shots, make the decisions, and be hated for what I must do and who I have become in the process. She owns their souls – all I own is their minds and their destinies, which are really inconsequential by comparison.

In fact, if the curse didn't bind them to my will, they would probably have given those to her too.

And there is nothing that hurts me more deeply than that.

Don't you understand, Tohru Honda? This love you enjoy, this life you share with my family: it all should have been mine.