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Title: "My Immortal"
Author: Innocent__Boy
Theme: #31 - MONSTER
Rating: PG
Pairing: JukaxKazuno (ex-Moi dix Mois)
Disclaimer: If Kazuno and Juka were mine, they would be again into the same band, doing also a lot of fanservice. Until you'll see them playing again on the same stage while rubbing aganist each other, you'll know I still don't own them. Sigh.
Comments: I wrote the beginning of this soon after I finished with the STRAWBERRY theme; I had this idea (a rather strange idea, I should say) running through my mind for a while and couldn't wait anymore to put it down. It's insanely angsty, again about Kazuno's thoughts after Juka left; I think I'll write soon a spin-off for this piece, perhaps using the UGLY theme. Plus, I have about four plots ready in my mind-- woah, I'm writing these fifty stories in a rush, am I not? *laughs* They're pretty short too, and I've never been able to write drabbles and such...
The title is from the song by Evanescence-- it's funny how their songs always fit angsty fics...
This is absolutely dedicated to the person I love the most-- my best friend, Fabian, who inspired me.
___
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, 'cause your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone. - "My Immortal", Evanescence.
Kazuno can't rest anymore, for there's a monster hunting his dreams, turning them into nightmares.
They are strange nightmares, though: there are no bloody corpses or scary places; on the contrary, they're all about peaceful afternoons spent with the most beloved person, holding his hand while he's shyly blushing, or they can also be about lazy mornings spent embracing each other, enveloped by messy and warm sheets, still tired for the sleepless night.
Therefore, Kazuno feels good - even happy - while his sleep is filled with these nightmares.
It's just when the sunlight caresses his eyelids, making him open his eyes, that they start to hurt him.
It's the happiness turning into pain, regret and sadness.
So, when he wakes up, Kazuno curses under his breath; he curses the monster and says he hates him...
...but there's no need for even a minute to pass by, before the bassist bits his lower lip, regretting what he had just said for - to be truthful - he loves that monster.
Kazuno loves that monster that is just as strange as the nightmares he gives him... He has got no fangs or claws, and it hasn't the shape of a painfully thin death either.
This monster has indeed the looks of a handsome young man; and Kazuno knows very well how well built his body is, how beautiful are his almost feminine hands, and how heartwarming his smile can be.
Also, during the dreams, this monster is always gentle with him; he's always caring, sweet... so much that Kazuno is often scared by the thought of having hurted him without even noticing.
Because the monster hurts Kazuno only when he wakes up too: the unbelivable joy turns into pain. The reassuring warmth his closeness gives to the bassist, turns into a scaring cold.
And every morning it's like he hasn't slept at all.
For all of these things, Kazuno tries hard to hate him, he really does, but can't even pretend to.
During the day, there's nothing that could make him feel better: even the music had become a constant reminder of how everything used to be, for the monster doesn't exist just into Kazuno's mind: he's real, probably far away from him now, but once they were very close-- so close they'd say they loved each other, and Kazuno had had so much faith in those whispered words, that he hadn't never even imagined that Juka would turn into a monster.
Now it's evening.
Kazuno is tired, so tired he can barely turn off the reading-lamp that's placed on his bedside table, before of drifting into a deep sleep with a soft smile gracing his lips... for he's still too proud to admit it, but just after that slight anger in the morning has vanished, it is immediately replaced by the longing for those nightmares to come again.
He longs for his monster to come and deceive him-- to make him laugh while, instead, he's silentily tearing his heart into pieces.
And every morning it's like he hasn't slept at all.
Kazuno can't rest anymore, for there's a monster haunting his dreams, turning them into nightmares.
But deep inside himself, Kazuno can't think of anything else he could love more than that monster.
Author: Innocent__Boy
Theme: #31 - MONSTER
Rating: PG
Pairing: JukaxKazuno (ex-Moi dix Mois)
Disclaimer: If Kazuno and Juka were mine, they would be again into the same band, doing also a lot of fanservice. Until you'll see them playing again on the same stage while rubbing aganist each other, you'll know I still don't own them. Sigh.
Comments: I wrote the beginning of this soon after I finished with the STRAWBERRY theme; I had this idea (a rather strange idea, I should say) running through my mind for a while and couldn't wait anymore to put it down. It's insanely angsty, again about Kazuno's thoughts after Juka left; I think I'll write soon a spin-off for this piece, perhaps using the UGLY theme. Plus, I have about four plots ready in my mind-- woah, I'm writing these fifty stories in a rush, am I not? *laughs* They're pretty short too, and I've never been able to write drabbles and such...
The title is from the song by Evanescence-- it's funny how their songs always fit angsty fics...
This is absolutely dedicated to the person I love the most-- my best friend, Fabian, who inspired me.
___
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, 'cause your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone. - "My Immortal", Evanescence.
Kazuno can't rest anymore, for there's a monster hunting his dreams, turning them into nightmares.
They are strange nightmares, though: there are no bloody corpses or scary places; on the contrary, they're all about peaceful afternoons spent with the most beloved person, holding his hand while he's shyly blushing, or they can also be about lazy mornings spent embracing each other, enveloped by messy and warm sheets, still tired for the sleepless night.
Therefore, Kazuno feels good - even happy - while his sleep is filled with these nightmares.
It's just when the sunlight caresses his eyelids, making him open his eyes, that they start to hurt him.
It's the happiness turning into pain, regret and sadness.
So, when he wakes up, Kazuno curses under his breath; he curses the monster and says he hates him...
...but there's no need for even a minute to pass by, before the bassist bits his lower lip, regretting what he had just said for - to be truthful - he loves that monster.
Kazuno loves that monster that is just as strange as the nightmares he gives him... He has got no fangs or claws, and it hasn't the shape of a painfully thin death either.
This monster has indeed the looks of a handsome young man; and Kazuno knows very well how well built his body is, how beautiful are his almost feminine hands, and how heartwarming his smile can be.
Also, during the dreams, this monster is always gentle with him; he's always caring, sweet... so much that Kazuno is often scared by the thought of having hurted him without even noticing.
Because the monster hurts Kazuno only when he wakes up too: the unbelivable joy turns into pain. The reassuring warmth his closeness gives to the bassist, turns into a scaring cold.
And every morning it's like he hasn't slept at all.
For all of these things, Kazuno tries hard to hate him, he really does, but can't even pretend to.
During the day, there's nothing that could make him feel better: even the music had become a constant reminder of how everything used to be, for the monster doesn't exist just into Kazuno's mind: he's real, probably far away from him now, but once they were very close-- so close they'd say they loved each other, and Kazuno had had so much faith in those whispered words, that he hadn't never even imagined that Juka would turn into a monster.
Now it's evening.
Kazuno is tired, so tired he can barely turn off the reading-lamp that's placed on his bedside table, before of drifting into a deep sleep with a soft smile gracing his lips... for he's still too proud to admit it, but just after that slight anger in the morning has vanished, it is immediately replaced by the longing for those nightmares to come again.
He longs for his monster to come and deceive him-- to make him laugh while, instead, he's silentily tearing his heart into pieces.
And every morning it's like he hasn't slept at all.
Kazuno can't rest anymore, for there's a monster haunting his dreams, turning them into nightmares.
But deep inside himself, Kazuno can't think of anything else he could love more than that monster.