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[Recylce] "monsters and blood"
Working title: monsters and blood
Author: taes
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Creepy Angst, blood-and-gore.
Warnings: Creepy and bloody.
Pairings: I don't give a d***. ^^
General plotline/storyline: a raving narrator (pick your chara, it's in 1st and 2nd person) shares his secrets.
Author's notes: this is meant to be interpreted openly. Choose your favorite pairing, choose your favorite charas to play with...you tell me who the narrator is referring to, 'kay?
...I'd like to continue this, but I don't see myself doing anything with it...
Do what eva' you want, eh? :) continuing from here, rewriting the idea, I don't mind. :)
"You see, it all began in the beginning, as ridiculous as that sounds."
His raucous laughter splits the wind, the air around him as if it were an altogether different medium. His eyes are sharp, glinting and malignant.
"See, it's all me, it's always been me and it always will be me.
"It has to be.
"Why else would I be here, huh?'
"It's tempting to say it, it's tempting to fucking let everything go to pieces and let my own crimson mouth take on shades of scarlet-- blood colors, see?-- and let the whole thing tear
"me
"out
"from inside through.
"I can feel the bile rising in my throat, I can sense the bones shifting in my feet as I lean forward, ready to leap away from everything, ready to let this whole mad world go away and away and away from everything that I ever knew."
his eyes are so bright. His eyes are so brilliant. He clutches at his head, not closing his wonderful, glorious eyes.
"Shit, shit, shit...what do I say, what do I say? What can I fucking tell you that you don't already know?
"...I could tell you, you know, about the world I live in, day to day to day to every fucking morning on the eastern rise on the cliff that borders consciousness and sleeping. Fuck. Borders dreaming because that's where everything important starts. You see?
"It's just...it's just me, it's just me, it's nothing that you ought to pay attention to, it's just me..
"Nothing I say can touch you.
"So, firefly on my finger, butterfly on the wind, I'll catch you. Snare you with my blood-colored tongue and pull you in my throat, a cage of soft tissue and soft design like nothing anyone ever knew.
"I am me.
"I am I.
"Who are you?
"Are you the fly or the fire-bug?"
His laughter soars ever upwards, ever onwards and always out. In between the words of madness that have taken him so lovingly, he spews words of truth, words of wisdom, even. You need only look in his eyes to know which words are
true
and which of the foolish, nonsense words are
not.
"I sense it. I sense it in you. The fucking glow of power, the stream of you that tears you from me and traces only the sweetest of insults to your body.
"It's getting darker, sweet, it's getting darker and nothing you can do can stop me from keeping you here with me, like you ought to be, like you
"will
"be."
His smile has taken on an edge, his white teeth have become all too sharp for soft, human lips. The gleam in his eyes is ever bright, ever there...
"Have you ever tasted it? Have you ever, ever felt the soft, soft membrane between your eyeteeth, rolled it against your tongue, against the sides of your cheeks? Don't let your fronts take all the joy, you can feel it best, sweet, you can feel it best, sweet-- when you place the warm, if you push it between your molars, slow and soft, now, and slowly
"gently
"bring your jaws together. The flimsy little barrier between the sweet juices will tighten just an instant, and then it will be as nothing, a giving rise to the flood of sweet, sticky fluid...
"I hope you rolled it out long, dear, I hope you let it slide against every part of your mouth...the iris, the pupil, I hope you felt every single part of the eye...hope you toyed and rolled it and sucked and smiled...for you'll never get a pair like that again.
"Never get a pair so red as those, never taste the raw power of chakura as strong as you just did...there are only two Uchiha, babe, and one of them's not for taking."
His laughter soars again, higher and higher...as though the darling boy could no longer hold his mirth.
"Oh, no, oh no, no no...no, no...you can't have tasted the Sharingan eye...
"...see, dear..."
He takes your face in his callused hands, and his tongue slides between white sets of teeth.
"Those were mine."
His tongue begs release from the cage of his teeth, and he smiles a little.
"The cherished beginning of my collection, the simple and eloquent pair that set me to my skills, started my thirst for new things...to see, dear, to see...."
He crows, a harsh and angry sound.
"The second you split the seam, babe, the second it's done...? You can see the last thing the damned one saw...you can view your own lovely face, see the scars and the flow of sweet, simple hair and know they was'a lookin at their god of death and destruction...
"...or you can take the eyes of the dead, sweet, and you know what?
"You can find out...real quick...who killed them."
His brilliant eyes close.
"So that's what I do.
"That's what I do on my missions of so great importance..."
The sarcasm is heavy on his throat.
"...and I know what you did, what you saw, dear one...
"...I want him back."
His hands reach for your temple, cold now and rough and harsh as anything's ever been.
"I will have him."
His hands are gentle.
His hands are strong.
The last thing you see is his red, cavernous,
lusting
mouth.
Author: taes
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Creepy Angst, blood-and-gore.
Warnings: Creepy and bloody.
Pairings: I don't give a d***. ^^
General plotline/storyline: a raving narrator (pick your chara, it's in 1st and 2nd person) shares his secrets.
Author's notes: this is meant to be interpreted openly. Choose your favorite pairing, choose your favorite charas to play with...you tell me who the narrator is referring to, 'kay?
...I'd like to continue this, but I don't see myself doing anything with it...
Do what eva' you want, eh? :) continuing from here, rewriting the idea, I don't mind. :)
"You see, it all began in the beginning, as ridiculous as that sounds."
His raucous laughter splits the wind, the air around him as if it were an altogether different medium. His eyes are sharp, glinting and malignant.
"See, it's all me, it's always been me and it always will be me.
"It has to be.
"Why else would I be here, huh?'
"It's tempting to say it, it's tempting to fucking let everything go to pieces and let my own crimson mouth take on shades of scarlet-- blood colors, see?-- and let the whole thing tear
"me
"out
"from inside through.
"I can feel the bile rising in my throat, I can sense the bones shifting in my feet as I lean forward, ready to leap away from everything, ready to let this whole mad world go away and away and away from everything that I ever knew."
his eyes are so bright. His eyes are so brilliant. He clutches at his head, not closing his wonderful, glorious eyes.
"Shit, shit, shit...what do I say, what do I say? What can I fucking tell you that you don't already know?
"...I could tell you, you know, about the world I live in, day to day to day to every fucking morning on the eastern rise on the cliff that borders consciousness and sleeping. Fuck. Borders dreaming because that's where everything important starts. You see?
"It's just...it's just me, it's just me, it's nothing that you ought to pay attention to, it's just me..
"Nothing I say can touch you.
"So, firefly on my finger, butterfly on the wind, I'll catch you. Snare you with my blood-colored tongue and pull you in my throat, a cage of soft tissue and soft design like nothing anyone ever knew.
"I am me.
"I am I.
"Who are you?
"Are you the fly or the fire-bug?"
His laughter soars ever upwards, ever onwards and always out. In between the words of madness that have taken him so lovingly, he spews words of truth, words of wisdom, even. You need only look in his eyes to know which words are
true
and which of the foolish, nonsense words are
not.
"I sense it. I sense it in you. The fucking glow of power, the stream of you that tears you from me and traces only the sweetest of insults to your body.
"It's getting darker, sweet, it's getting darker and nothing you can do can stop me from keeping you here with me, like you ought to be, like you
"will
"be."
His smile has taken on an edge, his white teeth have become all too sharp for soft, human lips. The gleam in his eyes is ever bright, ever there...
"Have you ever tasted it? Have you ever, ever felt the soft, soft membrane between your eyeteeth, rolled it against your tongue, against the sides of your cheeks? Don't let your fronts take all the joy, you can feel it best, sweet, you can feel it best, sweet-- when you place the warm, if you push it between your molars, slow and soft, now, and slowly
"gently
"bring your jaws together. The flimsy little barrier between the sweet juices will tighten just an instant, and then it will be as nothing, a giving rise to the flood of sweet, sticky fluid...
"I hope you rolled it out long, dear, I hope you let it slide against every part of your mouth...the iris, the pupil, I hope you felt every single part of the eye...hope you toyed and rolled it and sucked and smiled...for you'll never get a pair like that again.
"Never get a pair so red as those, never taste the raw power of chakura as strong as you just did...there are only two Uchiha, babe, and one of them's not for taking."
His laughter soars again, higher and higher...as though the darling boy could no longer hold his mirth.
"Oh, no, oh no, no no...no, no...you can't have tasted the Sharingan eye...
"...see, dear..."
He takes your face in his callused hands, and his tongue slides between white sets of teeth.
"Those were mine."
His tongue begs release from the cage of his teeth, and he smiles a little.
"The cherished beginning of my collection, the simple and eloquent pair that set me to my skills, started my thirst for new things...to see, dear, to see...."
He crows, a harsh and angry sound.
"The second you split the seam, babe, the second it's done...? You can see the last thing the damned one saw...you can view your own lovely face, see the scars and the flow of sweet, simple hair and know they was'a lookin at their god of death and destruction...
"...or you can take the eyes of the dead, sweet, and you know what?
"You can find out...real quick...who killed them."
His brilliant eyes close.
"So that's what I do.
"That's what I do on my missions of so great importance..."
The sarcasm is heavy on his throat.
"...and I know what you did, what you saw, dear one...
"...I want him back."
His hands reach for your temple, cold now and rough and harsh as anything's ever been.
"I will have him."
His hands are gentle.
His hands are strong.
The last thing you see is his red, cavernous,
lusting
mouth.