ハローウィン 4/??
Author: evil_queen369 / spermargarita81
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut, horror, angst
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: Overall NC-17
Warnings: Poltergeists, slight abuse
Chapter: 4/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥
This is only 1612 words. I promise it'll get more comical soon. :)
“Aoi this is stupid.” Uruha complained over the noises as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe up the dark blood gushing from my back with the same angered expression on his face as before. He wasn’t fond of creatures harming his lover, and he wasn’t going to stand there and continue to let it happen. If there was one thing Uruha believed in, it was protecting his lover the best he could. Uruha was always protective of me when it came to others, and the dead were no exception. His voice shook as he spoke even as he tried to keep his composure and make it seem as if he wasn‘t scared, and his hands were clenched into tight fists beneath his sleeves.
“I know, I know.” My head rested on his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut from the pain I was experiencing. It felt like my back was on fire; the cuts were deep and the fabric from Uruha’s sleeve only made them sting more. I could feel fears slipping down my cheeks and falling to the floor beneath me, and even though I was trying not to show any signs of weakness, I didn’t bother wiping them away before they fell and crashed to the ground. They kept falling and wouldn’t stop. Uruha’s lips met the top of my head as he pressed a soft kiss to my hair, but even that didn’t help me. The pain was unbearable, and it was just a few cuts, but deep ones.
“You got what you wanted; I’m scared. We should go now. It’s clear that they want out of their house.” It seemed smart to turn around and leave to assure our safety because what was more important than making sure we both got out without any complications? The ghosts could hurt us, they already had, and I knew they weren’t going to stop there. They could hurt us far more than what they had already done. Who knew how far they intended to go with us; they hadn’t had their fun yet, and they weren’t going to let us go very easily. Ghosts couldn’t all be nice; there were ghosts out there that were plain evil, and those were the ones we were stuck with.
“Do you want them to think we’re cowards?” I scoffed, refusing to show any weaknesses. There I went again with that damn ego of mine. Uruha’s glared burned straight through me. He was pissed off at me; I knew it. Constantly trying to be a man wasn’t helping our situation; my need to prove my manliness was only making things worse for us. His hand gripped my shoulder, his nails digging into the skin and causing me to bleed. I hissed, pushing against his chest and knocking him into the nearest wall; starting an argument was never a good thing to do with him. The problem with Uruha was his anger; no one had witnessed it other than me. There many have been a few times when Ruki had made him mad, but that was nothing compared to the way he treated me at times. I’m not saying we had an unhealthy relationship; it’s normal for couples to fight every once in awhile, and when we fought we fight. Of course he didn’t do it on purpose to be mean to me; Uruha had problems controlling his anger. We’ve been known to get into fights because he had sworn I had done something wrong. God, his anger pissed me off at times. Uruha’s anger mixed with my bad temper always resulted in a mess, and I didn’t want to piss him off in the middle of that hallway.
“You’re going to listen to me, Aoi.” Uruha hissed angrily. The grip on my shoulder increased and I knew he was going to end up hitting me eventually. “You’ve had your fun and you pissed them off. I refuse to let them do anything else to either one of us. I’ll leave this house on my own if I have to. I have no problem leaving you with angry spirits.” Pfft! Like he’d really do that to me. His voice was still shaking from the fear he was trying to suppress. If he was still scared then he’d never leave without me. It was nice of him to show his manriness at such a time. He could act all macho, but I knew it was all a show. He couldn’t leave without me; you were never supposed to go separate ways in such a place because anything could happen. From the stories I had read about that mansion, I knew it was a bad idea. People had died in there because the ghosts had killed them. The ghosts weren’t just there to scare people, they were there to eliminate them to make sure they would never return.
“Then go.” I challenged through gritted teeth. I’d love to see him walk away from me. He wouldn’t even get to the end of the hall before something popped up and scared him. He wouldn’t make it out on his own. His eye twitched as his fist connected with my face, causing my head to turn from the force as a sting ripped through my face, the sound loud against the already loud noises. It fucking hurt, but it wasn’t like I didn’t expect it. Hitting each other while we were angry was nothing surprising. You’d never expect goofy Uruha to be violent at times. There were two sides to him; one side was the one I saw the morning when he was acting like a kid and smiling and jumping around, and the other was the one I never liked meeting because it was angry and uncontrollable. Uruha never wished to hurt me on purpose just as I never wanted to actually hurt him, but sometimes our wants were pushed asides, for we never thought before we acted. That damn house was driving us mad with rage, and those damn laughing ghosts weren’t helping us.
“Fuck you.” Uruha spat angrily, turning away from me and heading down the hall as if we were in any normal house. Did it ever occur to him that anything could happen to him, or even kill him? It would have been smarter to stick together. Of course I was worried about him; Uruha was my boyfriend and I loved him, but at the time I didn’t want to obey his demands and make him think he had control over me. Uruha was never very dominant, but when he was it was smart to keep your mouth shut and listen. It was surprising that he didn’t do anything after he hit me. Perhaps he had figured out that hitting me wasn’t going to change my mind or make things better.
I let him go. I didn’t even try to yell for him because what would have been the point? Uruha was stubborn; he wouldn’t have listened to me even if I would have yelled. Even if I had been attacked by another poltergeist, he still wouldn’t have turned around to help me because that just wasn’t something he did when he was pissed off. Note to self Aoi, taking your boyfriend to a haunted house does not help your relationship. I wasn’t going to let the argument get to me though. I had my views and he had his, and if he wanted to run home like a little girl then so be it. There was still a whole house to see, and I was going to see it, god damnit..
The halls seemed darker as the noises slowly died down to a soft hushed whisper. All I could hear was that menacing laugh from that boy that started off from somewhere in the distance. It wasn’t a loud laugh as it grew closer and closer, but one that felt as if it were coming from right behind me. My body trembled as I continued down the hall on my own, trying my best to stay strong and ignore the presence of something I knew was there for sure. I knew he was behind me, following me and keeping a close eye on me for reasons unknown. To be honest, I would have rather had him follow me than go after Uruha. Even though we were mad at each other, I still didn’t want anything to go after him and scare the life out of him, but even if something did scare him, it was his fault.
Fuck Uruha and his childish ways. He was so fucking dumb for running off like he had. What the fuck was his problem? Afraid of a few ghosts? I bet he was in a corner crying or something. Unless he chose to walk, there was no way for him to get home. He wouldn’t have just sat in the car and waited because waiting wasn’t something he did. Uruha was a princess, that point had already been established, and Uruha never waited for anything or anyone regardless of the situation or person. He wasn’t able to even take the car because I had the keys and he didn’t know how to hotwire it, and that was a plus for me. It was stupid, so very fucking stupid, for him to split up. I know he had watched the movies and saw what happened to the people who decided to split from the group. The pretty ones always go first, and though I may be pretty, Uruha is definitely prettier, therefore I was confident that he was going to be taken and tortured long before me.
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut, horror, angst
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: Overall NC-17
Warnings: Poltergeists, slight abuse
Chapter: 4/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥
This is only 1612 words. I promise it'll get more comical soon. :)
“Aoi this is stupid.” Uruha complained over the noises as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe up the dark blood gushing from my back with the same angered expression on his face as before. He wasn’t fond of creatures harming his lover, and he wasn’t going to stand there and continue to let it happen. If there was one thing Uruha believed in, it was protecting his lover the best he could. Uruha was always protective of me when it came to others, and the dead were no exception. His voice shook as he spoke even as he tried to keep his composure and make it seem as if he wasn‘t scared, and his hands were clenched into tight fists beneath his sleeves.
“I know, I know.” My head rested on his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut from the pain I was experiencing. It felt like my back was on fire; the cuts were deep and the fabric from Uruha’s sleeve only made them sting more. I could feel fears slipping down my cheeks and falling to the floor beneath me, and even though I was trying not to show any signs of weakness, I didn’t bother wiping them away before they fell and crashed to the ground. They kept falling and wouldn’t stop. Uruha’s lips met the top of my head as he pressed a soft kiss to my hair, but even that didn’t help me. The pain was unbearable, and it was just a few cuts, but deep ones.
“You got what you wanted; I’m scared. We should go now. It’s clear that they want out of their house.” It seemed smart to turn around and leave to assure our safety because what was more important than making sure we both got out without any complications? The ghosts could hurt us, they already had, and I knew they weren’t going to stop there. They could hurt us far more than what they had already done. Who knew how far they intended to go with us; they hadn’t had their fun yet, and they weren’t going to let us go very easily. Ghosts couldn’t all be nice; there were ghosts out there that were plain evil, and those were the ones we were stuck with.
“Do you want them to think we’re cowards?” I scoffed, refusing to show any weaknesses. There I went again with that damn ego of mine. Uruha’s glared burned straight through me. He was pissed off at me; I knew it. Constantly trying to be a man wasn’t helping our situation; my need to prove my manliness was only making things worse for us. His hand gripped my shoulder, his nails digging into the skin and causing me to bleed. I hissed, pushing against his chest and knocking him into the nearest wall; starting an argument was never a good thing to do with him. The problem with Uruha was his anger; no one had witnessed it other than me. There many have been a few times when Ruki had made him mad, but that was nothing compared to the way he treated me at times. I’m not saying we had an unhealthy relationship; it’s normal for couples to fight every once in awhile, and when we fought we fight. Of course he didn’t do it on purpose to be mean to me; Uruha had problems controlling his anger. We’ve been known to get into fights because he had sworn I had done something wrong. God, his anger pissed me off at times. Uruha’s anger mixed with my bad temper always resulted in a mess, and I didn’t want to piss him off in the middle of that hallway.
“You’re going to listen to me, Aoi.” Uruha hissed angrily. The grip on my shoulder increased and I knew he was going to end up hitting me eventually. “You’ve had your fun and you pissed them off. I refuse to let them do anything else to either one of us. I’ll leave this house on my own if I have to. I have no problem leaving you with angry spirits.” Pfft! Like he’d really do that to me. His voice was still shaking from the fear he was trying to suppress. If he was still scared then he’d never leave without me. It was nice of him to show his manriness at such a time. He could act all macho, but I knew it was all a show. He couldn’t leave without me; you were never supposed to go separate ways in such a place because anything could happen. From the stories I had read about that mansion, I knew it was a bad idea. People had died in there because the ghosts had killed them. The ghosts weren’t just there to scare people, they were there to eliminate them to make sure they would never return.
“Then go.” I challenged through gritted teeth. I’d love to see him walk away from me. He wouldn’t even get to the end of the hall before something popped up and scared him. He wouldn’t make it out on his own. His eye twitched as his fist connected with my face, causing my head to turn from the force as a sting ripped through my face, the sound loud against the already loud noises. It fucking hurt, but it wasn’t like I didn’t expect it. Hitting each other while we were angry was nothing surprising. You’d never expect goofy Uruha to be violent at times. There were two sides to him; one side was the one I saw the morning when he was acting like a kid and smiling and jumping around, and the other was the one I never liked meeting because it was angry and uncontrollable. Uruha never wished to hurt me on purpose just as I never wanted to actually hurt him, but sometimes our wants were pushed asides, for we never thought before we acted. That damn house was driving us mad with rage, and those damn laughing ghosts weren’t helping us.
“Fuck you.” Uruha spat angrily, turning away from me and heading down the hall as if we were in any normal house. Did it ever occur to him that anything could happen to him, or even kill him? It would have been smarter to stick together. Of course I was worried about him; Uruha was my boyfriend and I loved him, but at the time I didn’t want to obey his demands and make him think he had control over me. Uruha was never very dominant, but when he was it was smart to keep your mouth shut and listen. It was surprising that he didn’t do anything after he hit me. Perhaps he had figured out that hitting me wasn’t going to change my mind or make things better.
I let him go. I didn’t even try to yell for him because what would have been the point? Uruha was stubborn; he wouldn’t have listened to me even if I would have yelled. Even if I had been attacked by another poltergeist, he still wouldn’t have turned around to help me because that just wasn’t something he did when he was pissed off. Note to self Aoi, taking your boyfriend to a haunted house does not help your relationship. I wasn’t going to let the argument get to me though. I had my views and he had his, and if he wanted to run home like a little girl then so be it. There was still a whole house to see, and I was going to see it, god damnit..
The halls seemed darker as the noises slowly died down to a soft hushed whisper. All I could hear was that menacing laugh from that boy that started off from somewhere in the distance. It wasn’t a loud laugh as it grew closer and closer, but one that felt as if it were coming from right behind me. My body trembled as I continued down the hall on my own, trying my best to stay strong and ignore the presence of something I knew was there for sure. I knew he was behind me, following me and keeping a close eye on me for reasons unknown. To be honest, I would have rather had him follow me than go after Uruha. Even though we were mad at each other, I still didn’t want anything to go after him and scare the life out of him, but even if something did scare him, it was his fault.
Fuck Uruha and his childish ways. He was so fucking dumb for running off like he had. What the fuck was his problem? Afraid of a few ghosts? I bet he was in a corner crying or something. Unless he chose to walk, there was no way for him to get home. He wouldn’t have just sat in the car and waited because waiting wasn’t something he did. Uruha was a princess, that point had already been established, and Uruha never waited for anything or anyone regardless of the situation or person. He wasn’t able to even take the car because I had the keys and he didn’t know how to hotwire it, and that was a plus for me. It was stupid, so very fucking stupid, for him to split up. I know he had watched the movies and saw what happened to the people who decided to split from the group. The pretty ones always go first, and though I may be pretty, Uruha is definitely prettier, therefore I was confident that he was going to be taken and tortured long before me.