akito (zodiacgod) wrote in winterdale, @ 2021-12-11 12:02:00 |
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Akito was alone. She may have had money, a beautiful home, a friend she could confide in, and it still wasn’t what she actually wanted. The few times she had convinced Yuki to visit hadn’t made her feel better either. There was no family for her here really. No one to love her like Shigure had once upon a time. No Kureno to hold her, or Hatori to soothe away her pain. She had been seething for days once she’d realized the rest of the Sohma’s had abandoned her, emotional and destructive with her own things, and then suddenly empty. Why hadn’t her family stayed with her? Why was it only Yuki and Shigure and the damn cat? And they had all chosen that girl over her. Akito was their reason to live, to be with their God. They would have to come back to her one day, but until then Shigure might make make her feel whole again. As much as she despised him for what he had done, she knew their connection would never break. It could be the end of the world and Shigure would still be the manipulative bastard he always was, but part of him would still be hers. So she waited for him. She didn’t care about their history today as long as it meant she could feel something. Love or disgust or pleasure. Shigure tended to bring her all of it, whether or not she actively wanted to give in to him or fight. She had pulled herself into a ball in the sitting room couch, one of the few western-styled wings of her new home. It would be easy enough to find her there, staring at nothing in particular in her too big robes meant for broader men. But it was comfortable and brought her some sense of normalcy in this wicked world. If it were Azlua visiting she might have set out the tea, but she hardly knew if Shigure would stay. Maybe she would scream at him and he would be gone, or maybe Shigure would simply brew it himself and bring her flowers. That latter thought wouldn’t happen. She knew that, and dug her nails into her wrist. At least she felt -- whatever this was, because it certainly wasn’t longing. |