Fanfic - Rotting Root, Ruki/Reita, 1/1
Title: Rotting Root
Pairing: Ruki/Reita
Chapters: Flashfic.
Author: aethereallly
Translator: shizukasou thank you baby~
Genre: Dark, Introspective
Warnings: Gore, violence, angst
Rating: R
Synopsis: "Guns are too loud, dismiss them.
Swords are perfect, instead. Shiny in their deadly glare.
Come out of your shade, exit this vicious circle.
They're calling you."
Cries, cries, cries, cries.
Screams, high pitches, cries again.
And hands who invisibly scramble to cover up the ears, beseeching the long-lost silence...
Huddling up in the darkest corner of the room is of no use, they will reach you anyways.
They seize you, they clutch you, they crumple you.
They smash you.
Words get shed and flung, often cast upon the unguilty.
Thrown against you.
You're disgusting.
You're useless.
You haven't achieved anything in your life.
You, loving a man.
You, who abandoned your studies for music.
What is music for them? What is love for them?
Void. Poverty. Idleness. Homophoby.
For those people, music's nothing more than distorted sounds, meaningless. Empty.
Love, only a palliative to the bypassing financial crisis.
For you, they're freedom. The few means you have at your disposal in order to chase away their rage, their indignation.
Hiding will prove useless. Same goes for crying.
Every word will succeed in piercing you just like a slow-paced stab. There's no solution. There's no remedy.
You won't get addicted to it for every time will always be different, will always be new. Every blow will possess a poignancy you never felt before and will always hurt that little bit more.
Because all you do is accumulating, adding up, piling up.
You soak yourself up with all the shit you're cast upon.
While on the inside, you long for silence. On the inside, you get the meaning of several things, setting foot in the minds of those maniacs who commit such inconceivable deeds and actually feeling close to them.
Yes, close, just like the people who gave birth to you and then moulded you with their fury have never been.
It doesn't take much.
It's fast.
It's istantaneous.
One rap, sharp and accurate.
One slice.
One thrust.
Guns are too loud, dismiss them.
Swords are perfect, instead. Shiny in their deadly glare.
Come out of your shade, exit this vicious circle.
They're calling you.
Can you hear them?
Yes, like that, be good.
Is it vibrating?
It's quivering.
That razor-edged blade's just waiting for something to plunge into.
Why wait further?
One. Two.
Threefourfivesix.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Exhale without turning away from that liquid ruby. Exhale, with no regrets.
Here's your silence now.
Your oh so needed silence.
It wasn't that hard, was it?
And tell me, can you smell the scent of death now?
Such a sweet and heavy stench...
...
«Taka, why did you call me?»
Don't shake.
«Help me, Ryo...»
____毒の花____
Thank you baby~ Love you so much... for everything.