5th one...
So. Here I am again^^
The third of this plotline and more is coming, or then maybe not^^
If you haven't read the earlier chapters here's the links.
Suspicious Mind
Another Try
Title: The Black Monster
Author: pi_ankh
Theme: 31. Monster
Rating: PG (Contains swearing…)
Pairing: Gackt x Die
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. This story has no connections with reality as far as I know. And I don’t get paid for writing this, it’s all for fun.
Comments: Third one of this story. Gackt continues being an asshole. I think the language is getting worse all the time, but I’d appreciate if you’d still read it^^ Yeah and it’s from Gackt’s pov, once again. But this is how I’ve managed to give an overall view about their relationship on Gackt’s pov, of course. My friend fonulyn will write the next episode^^ And you’ll find out what happens to Die… There might be fourth one from me^^ I don’t know what has got into me. It seems I can’t get over this story line. I should really stop before it starts to repeat itself. But read and tell what you think. Positive or negative. Just hit me with your thoughts ^^
The Black Monster
The tour’s over and we’re back at home. We haven’t talked about what happened. Well, we haven’t talked about anything lately. Not after what I did to him in the hotel. He’s afraid of me, afraid of the monster inside. I have few times tried to approach him in the bedroom, but he seems to have lost all the interest in that area. For what? One time and he’s freaking out.
He’s at one of his practices again. He doesn’t go out as he used to and that’s just good. As I know where he is I don’t have to worry too much of his doings. As he gets used to his role it won’t be a problem anymore. He will turn to me, ask for it, ask for the pleasure. He still wants me, yearns after me. He doesn’t want to let his first love get drain away. He doesn’t want to lose it. Five years of love, why would he want to waste it?
It’s ten already. Where the hell is he? He should be here by now. They never practice later than nine. Unless… Won’t he ever learn? That slut! I’ll show him when he gets back. I’ll but him back in his place and he’ll stay there this time or… Yes, I’m going to end his miserable life. If I’m not his choice for the rest of his life, if I’m not enough for him, no-one can have him. He was born for me not to some crush. I’m his love and life, not some fucking empty-headed guitarist.
The black monster awakes. Anger and jealousy are its food and the scent of dinner has brought it back from the sleep. It goes to my every cell and rage is boiling in my heart. Mixed with love, anger and jealousy it makes an inflammable compound. Just a little sparkle and I will explode and the damage will be catastrophic.
Eleven o’clock and still no sound of him. Not a phone call, not a message, nothing. When he comes back, the hell comes upon earth. Nothing can save him from my anger, from my love.
Half past eleven… Nothing. I just wait for him, wait for his return. He must have had a lot of fun by now. Maybe he has had some group fun with them all; there’s been enough time for that. Car drives in. It must be him. Why did you have to do this to me, Die? Why? I have no-other way to go, you have left me no-other path to turn to. You have chosen the path of… pain.
Key turns in the lock. He comes in and throws his jacket to the floor and his keys to the phone table. Why does he have to make mess wherever he goes?
“Sorry it took so long. There was a lot of traffic tonight and Kyo showed us some new lyrics, so the practice took longer than I thought.”
Yeah right. Does he really think I believe that shit? I bet Kyo showed him something…
“Oh, here you are” he says surprised when he comes to the living room.
“Nothing on TV?” he asks pointing at the black screen. I breathe heavily; the anger’s burning like hell inside of me.
“Something wrong, Gacktchan? You don’t seem alright.”
He looks so innocent. No-one can look so innocent. It’s all a show he’s put on. There is the sparkle the monster needs.
“You fucking bitch!” I shout and jump at his throat.
“You fucking slut! You’ve been dishing your ass out to everyone, haven’t you?” He kicks me and gets out of my grasp.
“You maniac! Leave me alone! I’ve never cheated on you. I haven’t even looked at any other!”
“You’re lying! You are one lying scum! I love you and all you do to me is lie and deceive.”
I attack at him again only on one purpose: to beat the crap out of him. I press him against the floor with my whole body and start to beat. To the ribs, to the face, to the stomach… Everywhere I can hit.
He shouts at the beginning, but soon he fells silent. Something keeps me continuing. I don’t want to hit him anymore, but I have to. I have to, because of our love. Blood is dripping from the corner of his mouth and it stains my fist all over. I look at his beaten body. Tears have mixed with the blood and I can hardly recognize his once so beautiful face. My fist hits once more and then my brain takes control. I can’t do this to him. I can’t beat him to death; even if it is no less than he deserves. He’s too precious to me. I fall backwards off of him to the floor. Grief has now joined the monster. It has overcome the monster and my cruelty is away. I can’t hurt him anymore. I just feel sick. The hate and anger still linger inside of me, waiting for another burst out, the dark monster that has driven me to this. Nausea hits me and I empty my stomach on the floor.
Slowly he drags his damaged body towards the guestroom. I follow him with my gaze, but I won’t do anything. I want him to suffer like I suffer inside. With a painful movement he opens the door and crawls inside closing the door behind. The door gets locked again. Just as the key has turned in the lock I hear a heartbreaking sound. He weeps all alone in pain. His moaning fills the house and my head.
I climb to the sofa and close my arms around myself. I curse the beast inside of me and rocking myself I fall to sleep.
The third of this plotline and more is coming, or then maybe not^^
If you haven't read the earlier chapters here's the links.
Suspicious Mind
Another Try
Title: The Black Monster
Author: pi_ankh
Theme: 31. Monster
Rating: PG (Contains swearing…)
Pairing: Gackt x Die
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. This story has no connections with reality as far as I know. And I don’t get paid for writing this, it’s all for fun.
Comments: Third one of this story. Gackt continues being an asshole. I think the language is getting worse all the time, but I’d appreciate if you’d still read it^^ Yeah and it’s from Gackt’s pov, once again. But this is how I’ve managed to give an overall view about their relationship on Gackt’s pov, of course. My friend fonulyn will write the next episode^^ And you’ll find out what happens to Die… There might be fourth one from me^^ I don’t know what has got into me. It seems I can’t get over this story line. I should really stop before it starts to repeat itself. But read and tell what you think. Positive or negative. Just hit me with your thoughts ^^
The Black Monster
The tour’s over and we’re back at home. We haven’t talked about what happened. Well, we haven’t talked about anything lately. Not after what I did to him in the hotel. He’s afraid of me, afraid of the monster inside. I have few times tried to approach him in the bedroom, but he seems to have lost all the interest in that area. For what? One time and he’s freaking out.
He’s at one of his practices again. He doesn’t go out as he used to and that’s just good. As I know where he is I don’t have to worry too much of his doings. As he gets used to his role it won’t be a problem anymore. He will turn to me, ask for it, ask for the pleasure. He still wants me, yearns after me. He doesn’t want to let his first love get drain away. He doesn’t want to lose it. Five years of love, why would he want to waste it?
It’s ten already. Where the hell is he? He should be here by now. They never practice later than nine. Unless… Won’t he ever learn? That slut! I’ll show him when he gets back. I’ll but him back in his place and he’ll stay there this time or… Yes, I’m going to end his miserable life. If I’m not his choice for the rest of his life, if I’m not enough for him, no-one can have him. He was born for me not to some crush. I’m his love and life, not some fucking empty-headed guitarist.
The black monster awakes. Anger and jealousy are its food and the scent of dinner has brought it back from the sleep. It goes to my every cell and rage is boiling in my heart. Mixed with love, anger and jealousy it makes an inflammable compound. Just a little sparkle and I will explode and the damage will be catastrophic.
Eleven o’clock and still no sound of him. Not a phone call, not a message, nothing. When he comes back, the hell comes upon earth. Nothing can save him from my anger, from my love.
Half past eleven… Nothing. I just wait for him, wait for his return. He must have had a lot of fun by now. Maybe he has had some group fun with them all; there’s been enough time for that. Car drives in. It must be him. Why did you have to do this to me, Die? Why? I have no-other way to go, you have left me no-other path to turn to. You have chosen the path of… pain.
Key turns in the lock. He comes in and throws his jacket to the floor and his keys to the phone table. Why does he have to make mess wherever he goes?
“Sorry it took so long. There was a lot of traffic tonight and Kyo showed us some new lyrics, so the practice took longer than I thought.”
Yeah right. Does he really think I believe that shit? I bet Kyo showed him something…
“Oh, here you are” he says surprised when he comes to the living room.
“Nothing on TV?” he asks pointing at the black screen. I breathe heavily; the anger’s burning like hell inside of me.
“Something wrong, Gacktchan? You don’t seem alright.”
He looks so innocent. No-one can look so innocent. It’s all a show he’s put on. There is the sparkle the monster needs.
“You fucking bitch!” I shout and jump at his throat.
“You fucking slut! You’ve been dishing your ass out to everyone, haven’t you?” He kicks me and gets out of my grasp.
“You maniac! Leave me alone! I’ve never cheated on you. I haven’t even looked at any other!”
“You’re lying! You are one lying scum! I love you and all you do to me is lie and deceive.”
I attack at him again only on one purpose: to beat the crap out of him. I press him against the floor with my whole body and start to beat. To the ribs, to the face, to the stomach… Everywhere I can hit.
He shouts at the beginning, but soon he fells silent. Something keeps me continuing. I don’t want to hit him anymore, but I have to. I have to, because of our love. Blood is dripping from the corner of his mouth and it stains my fist all over. I look at his beaten body. Tears have mixed with the blood and I can hardly recognize his once so beautiful face. My fist hits once more and then my brain takes control. I can’t do this to him. I can’t beat him to death; even if it is no less than he deserves. He’s too precious to me. I fall backwards off of him to the floor. Grief has now joined the monster. It has overcome the monster and my cruelty is away. I can’t hurt him anymore. I just feel sick. The hate and anger still linger inside of me, waiting for another burst out, the dark monster that has driven me to this. Nausea hits me and I empty my stomach on the floor.
Slowly he drags his damaged body towards the guestroom. I follow him with my gaze, but I won’t do anything. I want him to suffer like I suffer inside. With a painful movement he opens the door and crawls inside closing the door behind. The door gets locked again. Just as the key has turned in the lock I hear a heartbreaking sound. He weeps all alone in pain. His moaning fills the house and my head.
I climb to the sofa and close my arms around myself. I curse the beast inside of me and rocking myself I fall to sleep.