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Akito Sohma RP (live action - faceclaim is Maki Horikita) Tracking: akkito

[akkito-blog]

The Other Ren

Akito often felt too ill to explore, and even if she was the pinnacle of good health, she’d still rarely leave the Sohma Estate. Her mother also had a talent of robbing her of ambition for a period, but when the woman left her be and when her symptoms lessened in severity, Akito would try making up for the time she lost. 

Today, Akito was exploring a building at the edge of the estate that was used for storage. The dust made her nose itch, and none of her findings held her attention for long - until she entered the room at the end of the corridor. 

It was surprisingly empty, aside from a couple stacks of boxes here and there. What caught her eye was the little door near the corner. Sitting on her knees, Akito pried it open with her fingers. 

A breeze blew the short strands of her hair back, and Akito looked in surprise. She was expecting it to lead to another room, but instead there was a tunnel. After staring for a few minutes in thought, Akito hesitantly began to crawl forward. Surely this led to another room, but it was definitely an odd passage way - she’s never seen anything like it. 

“..What?” 

It did lead to another room - and it looked exactly the same aside from there being nice furniture where the boxes used to be. Akito got to her feet, completely puzzled. 

She walked into the hallway, where her ears caught the sound of humming. It made her uneasy. She didn’t want to run into anyone, and she especially didn’t want to be told to go back when she wasn’t done exploring. Still though, Akito had to check to see who was making the noise - probably a maid. 

Akito peaked into the room where the humming was coming from. 

“...Mom?” 

[akkito-blog]

Fandom Mission:

Make a roleplay blog for the Sohma elderly maid. 

Reasons why: 

Played a heavy, yet subtle influence. 

Was around for a long time, and often knew what was going on. 

Plenty of room for character growth and development (as we don’t know a lot about her - including her name.)

She gave Akito the box (which contained ‘Akira’s soul.’) 

Preferred tradition, and was used to nothing else. 

URL ideas: sohmamaid, elderlymaid, stuckintradition/stuckintheoldways, maidofthepast, stucksohma, maidwithoutaname, therefromthebeginning, improvingmaid, improvingthings, eldermaid, eldersohmamaid

(URL ideas thought of by shinjin)

[diagnostician]

House vs. God

“Morning, sunshine,” the man greeted his patient as she woke up, eyeing the twenty year old Japanese woman with easy interest. It wasn’t quite morning; in fact, it was mid-afternoon at best, but close enough for her, probably.

“Going to have to do a blood draw,” added House a bit cheerfully, pulling up a cart with syringes and such, hooking his cane onto the left bar to draw it closer. 

[akkito-blog]

It took a moment for Akito’s eyes to adjust to the light. The man walking in was at first a blur, but as he approached her bed the image of him was clear. She wasn’t sure how long she slept - at least well over a day. Hatori told her that they were going to take her to a specialist in the United States, then gave her medication. She was barely conscious since. 

Looking at the cart the man had with him, Akito scowled. Blood draw.

“..Do you,” She stopped, her throat hurting terribly. After a fit of coughing, Akito tried again. 

“Do you have any idea what this could be yet?”

[diagnostician]

House’s smile disappeared as soon as she spoke, a scowl on his face just as fast to form and vanish.

Normally, he was able to have more time with patients, with their case at the very least, before they reached this question. People generally understood that it was not, relatively, that quick of a process.

“Well, I am good, but no one’s that good,” replied the diagnostician as he selected a syringe, frowning slightly. He could tell she was going to be difficult to please, to get any information out of–not that that was difficult to tell, but the doctor did tend to require a large amount of information for his job to be done properly. “I have ideas, of course; however, do you want them before I am certain? Granted, my best guess is more likely to be correct than the majority of others’, but if I am wrong– which has happened –then it will be you who will pay the greater price. Also, I am far less likely to be wrong after a lengthy Q and A session.” Or studying of background checks and the like, of which there were few in existence for the Sohmas, for readily accessible public viewing or otherwise…according to the man he had met earlier and the enormity of complications House had run into trying to procure them.

Of all the things the woman could have said, she asked about his progress on her case, a greeting conspicuously absent.

It reminded him of Cuddy.

“Your arm,” requested House, brandishing the syringe a ways away from her. He didn’t think he needed another one.

[akkito-blog]

Akito sighed in disappointment. She knew that it was going to be difficult. If she had to be transported to another country to see a specialist, then it wasn’t going to take one glance and a new prescription to send her back on a plane for Japan. Still, knowing doesn’t diminish her impatience. 

If it weren’t for that impatience, Akito would have been slower to give the doctor her arm. If she cooperated, perhaps it’ll all go by quicker.

“My doctor should have already given you whatever information you need, but if you’re certain that my answers will help you find out what this is, fine. ..As long as it’s relevant.” 

As long as it meant she could go home soon. As long as the horrible pain will be brought to an end, or at the very least an ease.

“..And you’re Doctor..” he didn’t give her his name. 

[diagnostician]

House vs. God

“Morning, sunshine,” the man greeted his patient as she woke up, eyeing the twenty year old Japanese woman with easy interest. It wasn’t quite morning; in fact, it was mid-afternoon at best, but close enough for her, probably.

“Going to have to do a blood draw,” added House a bit cheerfully, pulling up a cart with syringes and such, hooking his cane onto the left bar to draw it closer. 

[akkito-blog]

It took a moment for Akito’s eyes to adjust to the light. The man walking in was at first a blur, but as he approached her bed the image of him was clear. She wasn’t sure how long she slept - at least well over a day. Hatori told her that they were going to take her to a specialist in the United States, then gave her medication. She was barely conscious since. 

Looking at the cart the man had with him, Akito scowled. Blood draw.

“..Do you,” She stopped, her throat hurting terribly. After a fit of coughing, Akito tried again. 

“Do you have any idea what this could be yet?”

[mizunokisu]

Kyoto Cherry Blossoms 2015 by tokyofashion on Flickr.

[akkito-blog]

Evening Respects

[akkito-blog]

Akito met her mother’s eyes, but remained expressionless. Her fingers brushed over the hydrangeas and felt the creases on the petals. The flowers Ren brought surrounded Akira’s grave, giving it a beautiful yet - of course - sorrowful look. It was fitting. 

They both stayed in their places - Ren sitting on the ground facing the grave while Akito stood. She didn’t know what to do with herself when that woman was present. Despite Akito’s efforts to establish a tolerant relationship, she and her mother were still strained. It was difficult to imagine any other outcome between them.

Akito turned her attention to her father’s resting place. ..She’ll do her best to avoid conflict with Ren there - for him, if not for herself. His memory was cherished so much that two women that could hardly stand each other are managing - so far - to mourn within the same vicinity. Still, she did wish that her mother would leave. It seemed unfair that Ren had so much alone time with him while Akito must share this moment. 

Akira, she believed, would be proud of her and the progress she’s made. However, there’s no doubt in her mind that he would be sad to know that the two people he loved most still harbored bitterness for one another. 

Perhaps it was time to speak to Ren again. If it’s worth the risk, right now, she wasn’t sure. Instead of addressing her mother, she ultimately decided to sit in the grass - a mere couple of feet from where the other woman sat. 

[rensohma]

Now that the daylight was quickly fading, Ren set out the fifteen candles she’d brought with her, along with the bouquets, to mark the fifteenth anniversary of Akira’s passing and lit them slowly, one by one.

The woman’s gaze was diverted from her task only for a mere moment, when she heard her daughter disturb the grass next to where he lay, taking a seat silently beside her.

Her eyes met Akito’s fleetingly, searching for any sign of disagreement or protest. Finding none and not caring to inspire it or anything similar, Ren kept aligning and igniting the small, thin white candles, placing them where she felt was a safe distance from the flowers.

Her mother wondered briefly if she should leave, a wonder which surprised her greatly to have even considered, something that showed in the swift, slight raise of her eyebrows. She belonged here; there could be no question of that—but that wasn’t why she’d thought to leave.

It was because the woman knew, however much she found that—their, he would have said—child to be intolerable…he had loved her, too.

But not as much, not nearly as much—and she didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to allow it even a short while alone with him, even if it did deserve the time.

Even now, even still the woman felt she was the only one who could rightfully claim him, his private self—as staying here for the full length in his memory on the date of his death as she had done for the past fifteen years would symbolically suggest, and yet, she also felt she owed it to him to try something, to make some effort to get along with their daughter.

But Ren was unaccustomed to making civil conversation with Akito, much less being any kind of parent, and so she followed her daughter’s lead and said nothing for the time being, hoping it would be enough.

[akkito-blog]

Watching her mother place the candles around his grave, Akito scolded herself for not doing something more. There was another small gift tucked away, but she didn’t want to set it down until Ren left - and it seems that it will be a long wait. 

Her fingers brushed over the grass next to her father’s headstone. Every so often, she’d pluck a blade from the earth and twirl it around before flicking it away. She wanted Ren to at least move, so that she could face the grave properly and not from the side, but said nothing in protest. 

Akira’s memorial, Akito noticed and with no surprise, was a lot better taken care of compared to the other headstones that surrounded him. Any flowers left on the others were dried and colorless. The stones were coated in thin layers of grime, unlike Akira’s, which was clean enough to be reflective.  

After a few more moments of complete silence, Akito wondered if she should come back later, when hopefully she’d be able to have the place for herself. She mulled over it, but ultimately decided against it - Ren would likely still be there anyway. Akito sighed, and readjusted herself before her legs fell asleep.

Glancing at Ren every so often, she jumped between strong resentment towards her for being so reluctant to leave, and slight empathy - they were, after all, there because they both loved Akira dearly. Both would prefer if the other wasn’t there. What matters the most, however, is that he would want them both there - to see him, even if their toleration was fleeting.

The only light came from the flames - which moved along with the light breeze. It had gotten colder, and Akito pulled her sleeves lower in attempt to cover her hands. The silence felt heavier than it was previously, which made her more willing to finally speak. 

“How long have you been here?” 

[rensohma]

The woman didn’t look at her daughter when placing the candles, too absorbed in what she was doing. Afterward, however, Ren tilted her head to the side so that she could view Akito from out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t much suspect the head of the family of anything foul, for once, but she always preferred to keep as close as was possible a watch on things.

Her mother supposed she should have worn warmer clothing to the cemetery, as it was now becoming quite cold, but she hadn’t thought about protecting her body from the elements when preparing to leave…only about seeing and honoring Akira again.

The long-time widow also hadn’t eaten because she hadn’t been hungry earlier and, now, still didn’t feel it. She had brought a little bit of food with her but hadn’t expected to eat it, as she hardly ever did on occasions such as these.

There was, then, only one thing her soul could truly feel, could truly and deeply long for.

The child was quiet, for a while–perhaps considering how best to remove her from the scene, how to do so without causing one. Her mother didn’t and couldn’t know, of course.

She gazed at the other visitor to his grave curiously, at her question. Ren hadn’t been sure that her daughter would speak or not and would have leaned toward the latter, if she’d taken the time to think about it rather than choosing to dwell on the sole purpose of both of their visits.

“All day,” she answered softly, wondering what Akito’s reaction would be. 

[akkito-blog]

Ren’s answer came as no surprise. Her mother certainly looked like she hadn’t moved for a long time, seemingly adjusted to where she sat in front of Akira’s grave. If Akito wasn’t occupied with other matters, she would have arrived much sooner.

“I see.” 

Was she planning on staying all night as well? 

Akito thought, to make up for her absence, if she should stay with her father until midnight. Of course, if she did, that would also mean being in proximity of Ren for much longer than she was sure she could stand. 

She felt sore already, and was sure that it’ll worsen significantly if she remained where she was. If Ren could last, so could she - but, this was not a competition. All her life Akito felt like she was in an endless match with her mother, especially over Akira. There was no point. He loved them both, and she accepted that. 

He was always so caring, even when he saw the side of others that were difficult to love or respect. That took strength. She wondered, looking at her mother, if he ever saw the ugliness in Ren that Akito has. Would he have considered it ugliness? She doubted it. He’d be compassionate. Try to understand, like he had always done before. What she truly appreciated was that knowing his wife’s discontent for her, her father still loved her. 

Unwavering. 

Akito shivered. Everything felt damp in the cold. The candlelight was the only thing that allowed her to see both Ren and Akira’s grave. All around them was pitch black. She was sure that if she stayed out too long, someone was bound to check on her. The thought still didn’t provoke her to move.

“How often do you visit him?”

[akkito-blog]

Lion in the Snake’s Den

Despite being placed in Gryffindor, Akito had far more Slytherin acquaintances  - one of those being Slytherin’s prefect, Tom Riddle. 

The day before, Riddle stopped her in a corridor and asked her if she wanted to attend a ‘meeting’ of sorts by the Black Lake’s north shore, during the evening. The ‘muggle problem’ was one of the discussion topics - if she were, of course, interested. 

Akito was unsure at first, until she remembered her muggle mother. So, she promised that she’d see him there. 

It was probably an odd sight, seeing a single Gryffindor walking toward a group of Slytherins. If most of them there didn’t already know her, she might have been met with sneers. She went over to Tom, the others already talking among each other. 

“Hello.”

[lisarowe]

Monster Hospital

Lisa zeroed in on the newcomer almost immediately, eyeing her curiously and then sidling up to the young woman in the main lobby of the ward with ease. She looked Asian and, despite her not being too visibly shaken, the sociopath could sense when someone was in distress.

“So. What’s your ‘problem’?” asked the girl eventually, just before taking a long drag on her cigarette. It had to be something good– or bad, depending on one’s point of view –since the lady seemed anxious about more than simply her current situation…and somewhat suspicious at that, seeing as her eyes were darting all over the place.

[akkito-blog]

It took a lot of restraint for Akito not to thrash around in a rage. She couldn’t believe they went as far as committing her. She did nothing wrong. The unfamiliar setting, filled with strangers, terrified her. Akito thought of her family also, and feared that without her presence, they’ll live contently. 

Leave. 

It made her sick.

A voice startled her, and she turned to see a thin, blonde woman with a cigarette dangling from her finger tips. She approached her so casually. Asked her about her troubling situation without skipping a beat. 

“That’s none of your business.” 

[akkito-blog]

Akito had been waiting in the school’s empty hallway for awhile. In any other circumstance, she probably would have lost her patience - but for this, she was willing to sit around for a little longer. 

Aside from a few others, everyone left for home, including Yuki, who fell ill and was unable to stay after school to help another student clean the classroom. Which meant that she would be alone - the one Yuki was spending so much time with.

As if Tohru Honda wasn’t enough. 

The door down the hall opened, revealing the girl that Akito had been keeping an eye out for. She walked towards the janitor’s closet and peered inside - there, the god found an opportunity. 

With both hands, she pushed the younger girl into the closet and shut the door behind them. Before there was an escape attempt, Akito grabbed her wrists. 

“If you scream, this will be far less pleasant.” 

[machikuragi]

Machi had just stuck around at school to pick up the student council’s mess after their meeting, after everyone else had already left. The treasurer didn’t mind too much, as she knew she was helping the president, who had wanted to do it himself but, when he suddenly felt sick, couldn’t. 

The box of wipes to use on the desks was empty, so she went to the janitor’s closet to get more. After opening the door, Machi took a quick look all throughout the place. Spotting the box, the girl made to remove it from the shelf but, right as she reached for it, she was pushed into the closet.

Startled, naturally, she was a little slow to struggle, her eyes widening in alarm at the man’s whispered threat. Looking at him, there was nothing Machi found familiar…except…except for the color of his hair, he looked like an older Yuki. It was even cut the same way, though from what the stranger had done so far she could easily figure that their personalities, on the other hand, were hardly similar.

“Who…who are you? What do you want with me?” she managed to say, barely, rotating her wrists in his hands when he grabbed her, shifting and trying to escape from his grip, to no avail.

[akkito-blog]

Akito’s nails dug into the girl’s flesh as she struggled, refusing to let go for an instant. Their eyes met, as the younger woman stared at her captor. As angry as she was, the god could have easily done more harm already. However, doing something right then and there would be more of a senseless act of violence - Akito meant to make a point. 

“Why would I tell you that?” Unless she was intent on killing her. Letting go of one of her wrists, Akito shoved the student into the wall and kept her hand pressed on her shoulder. 

The idea of Yuki occupying himself with this little fool had Akito fuming. He kept looking for pleasant company, something Akito didn’t seem to provide, and she wanted to make certain that he would never find it. He wasn’t going anywhere, with anyone.

“I don’t get it,” Akito’s nails dug deeper, drawing blood. “You’re so simple. He could do better - anyone could, really.” 

She paused, making sure that she didn’t hear anyone outside. Nothing. The god turned back to the girl.

“Don’t you think so? Don’t you think he could do better?”  

[dacnomania]

▲ Late Pickings ▼

The vampire looked up from his catch idly, hearing movement in the surrounding area and withdrawing slowly from the now mostly drained corpse–someone he’d found wandering around near the forest, next to a large, seemingly abandoned building.

“Ah.” A petrified, dark haired human woman who, judging by her appearance, was about twenty was staring at him through the trees. “I’ve been seen.” Not much of an inconvenience on his part, since Antonio was nearly always thirsty enough to go for another round.

“I’m sorry. I don’t normally allow prey to watch.” He came up to her quickly, clamping a hand tightly over the woman’s mouth before she could respond–shout for help, more like. The vampire wasn’t fond of attracting attention, unlike another particular killer he knew, and would much rather drink in peace than display his dining habits for all the world to see and exploit, to the best of their impotent abilities.

As the man advanced on her, however, he sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a negative, sinister aura that clung to her person so intimately it could only mean one thing–she was cursed.

The vampire immediately recoiled from the creature, alarmed by the copious amount, the implications of black magic attached to her, enveloping her at such a degree he figured it was better off to have nothing to do with.

“You’re not really human–fancy that. Would you like a change? I don’t know exactly what you are, but whatever it is must be worse than being a vampire.”

[akkito-blog]

It wasn’t often that Akito left the estate in favor of walking in the woods behind it. She longed for some temporary distance, and when the household was at rest, she took her leave. 

Despite the thick surrounding of trees, she could still feel the wind picking up and began to shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself, and decided to keep going. This time to herself was needed, so turning back now would be a waste of an opportunity. 

The longer she went, the more uneasy she felt. It didn’t seem right. Akito didn’t fear the woods - at night or otherwise - so to sense something off made her have second thoughts. Everything around her suddenly felt ominous. 

Through the trees, she could see an old, unused building. Her eyes adjusted, and it became more clear to her. There was something lying on the ground - and a figure standing over it. 

There was no time to react. The figure disappeared fro her view, and a hand was firmly placed over her mouth. In her panic, breathing became intensely difficult and she could feel a cold sweat build on the back of her neck. Akito didn’t know what to do, so she reached up in a desperate attempt to move its hands away. 

Then, she could feel the wind on her lips again. 

It was in full view of her now. A man - it seemed - with blood dripping from his mouth. Judging by his expression, he appeared to be taken aback. Whatever it was that bothered him, it may have saved her life.

Vampire? Was she truly awake? 

“..A change?”

[edify]

Impatient Love - An Akito/Shigure Fanmix.

Special thanks to this definite dog and editor~

001. Monster by Meg Myers. 002. Cold Blooded by The Pretty Reckless. 003. Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey. 004. Everyday Stranger by Sara Bareilles. 005. Misery Loves Company by Emilie Autumn. 006. Piece By Piece by Feeder. 007. So I Thought by Flyleaf. 008. Let The Record Show by Emilie Autumn. 009. Stripped by Shiny Toy Guns. 010. Zero by Evanescence. 011. I Will Carry You by Clay Aiken. 012. Carnival Of Rust by Poets Of The Fall. 013. Blender by The Pretty Reckless. 014. One More Night by Maroon 5. 015. How To Start A War by Simon Curtis. 016. Hardest Of Hearts by Florence And The Machine. 017. Machine Gun by Sara Bareilles. 018. That Kind Of Girl by Poetry Boy. 019. Howl by Florence And The Machine. 020. Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey. 021. Luv, Hold Me Down by Drowners. 022. Decode by Paramore. 023. Closer by Nine Inch Nails. 024. Shadows Of My Heart by Halestorm. 025. Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. 026. Love’s Not A Competition by Paramore. 027. Until It Hurts by Fransisca Hall. 028. Animals by Maroon 5. 029. Desire (Hucci Remix) by Meg Myers. 030. Enemy by Simon Curtis. 031. Hit Me Like A Man by The Pretty Reckless. 032. She’s A Lady by Forever The Sickest Kids. 033. Whispers In The Dark by Skillet. 034. My Hero Is You by Hayden Panettiere. 035. Sympathy by Goo Goo Dolls. 036. Sinéad by Within Temptation. 037. Anywhere by Evanescence. 038. Honeythief by Halou. 039. Surrender The Night by My Chemical Romance.

of writers and gods.

[akkito-blog]

Midnight Symphony

It reached her in her dreams, a light, undefinable noise that soon became a tone as it gradually brought her to consciousness. 

Music. That was odd enough during the day, let alone in the middle of the night. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Akito slid off of her futon and left the room. Her palms brushed against the wall as she made her way down the dark hallway, the volume increasing as she did. Soon she came to a halt in front of another room, where the source seemed to be, and she peeked in. 

[rensohma]

The woman began playing the piano with her eyes staring at the keys but, as she went on, her head turned slowly upward, moving along gracefully with the melody. 

It was so late that Ren was unconcerned about the sound, having left the door to her room open because, by then, everyone else was likely to already be asleep. The ghostly movements, her fingers sweeping across but barely touching the notes, elicited a soft yet powerful tune, ringing gently throughout even some distance from the place.

[akkito-blog]

Akito only saw the back of the women who was playing the piano, but knew that it was her mother - that long, black hair could only belong to Ren. 

As quietly as she could, she slipped into the room to watch the women play. The piano had been there for a long time - before Akito was even born - but she never saw anyone play it. Soon enough, she stood behind her mother and glanced around her to watch her fingers move along the keys to form melodies.

She wanted to ask why she was playing the piano in the middle of the night, but was too engrossed in the song to do so. 

[fruitsbasketfeelings]

[fruitsbasketfeelings]

[fruitsbasketfeelings]

[altarofakito]

[ Anyone who sees this is welcome to join (though there’s a limit of ten people)! Look for Akito as the host. The password is “mogeta”. ]

[presidentyukisouma]

[[Come play Cards Against Humanity with us!!]]

[akkito-blog]

@manicmachi

Akito had been waiting in the school’s empty hallway for awhile. In any other circumstance, she probably would have lost her patience - but for this, she was willing to sit around for a little longer. 

Aside from a few others, everyone left for home, including Yuki, who fell ill and was unable to stay after school to help another student clean the classroom. Which meant that she would be alone - the one Yuki was spending so much time with.

As if Tohru Honda wasn’t enough. 

The door down the hall opened, revealing the girl that Akito had been keeping an eye out for. She walked towards the janitor’s closet and peered inside - there, the god found an opportunity. 

With both hands, she pushed the younger girl into the closet and shut the door behind them. Before there was an escape attempt, Akito grabbed her wrists. 

“If you scream, this will be far less pleasant.”