Weekly prompt 08.06.09-15.06.09
Title: Weekly Prompt post 08.06.09-15.06.09
Author:
gackt_jihaku
Rating: PG-13 for violence
C&C: Please do. I NEED it! BAD!
Pairing: Gackt/You (Satoru/You)
Summary: Satoru has trouble with his father.
Notes: I TOTALLY forgot to use the line, so...yeah...for the Weekly Prompt
Wordcount: 504
The shattered glass of an antique mirror
Straddling the line between life and death
"You won't make it," he told the boy
"You'll be washed up on the shore of Okinawa."
Calmly standing once again
Before the shattered mirror
Though his broken body was weak
His mind remained strong
Throughout the abuse his father dealt
"Give up, Satoru" the voice said
A hard blow to the man's jaw
The ear-splitting crack of breaking bone
Stumbling footsteps away from that mirror
Gaining speed as he ran
Darkness slowly creeping into his vision
Yet, he fought against it
Losing to unconsiousness as he fainted
On the doorstep of the only soul he truly connected with.
"Dad!" You shouted, shocked at the amount of blood covering the body before him.
"You, I have to go! What do you need?" his father called back.
"A blanket to wrap Satoru in!" He could not stop trembling as he lifted the boy into his arms. You's father rushed down the stairs, a blanket in his arms and a worried look plastered on his face.
"Get him in the car."
Satoru awoke to a bright, white room, but he very quickly realized that this was not heaven. In fact, he was very much alive and also very much in need of pain killers. He turned hsi head to the left, suprised at a sudden grip on his fingers. "You," he said softly.
You stood slowly. He leaned over, carefully hugging the bruised and broken body. It was all teh healing Satoru would ever need. He drifted back into a deep sleep as You's warmth seeped into him.
"You'll never make it on your own."
The old shattered mirror crashed to the ground
A beautiful array of glass shards dancing
Filling the air with tiny particles
He stood stronger than before
Stronger than he ever had
As the man whose abuse tortured him over and over
Cowered on the dirty carpet of a small apartment
he repeated again and again
"I am not alone. I will now stand alone."
Sweet tones of a violin filled the room
"I am not alone. I can not stand alone."
You walked forward, still drawing bow against string
"You will never be alone. You will never stand alone."
Satoru blinked. You had falled asleep, still clinging desperately to the hospital gown he wore. He soon rose from his slumber, sat up, and brushed the hair from his eyes. "I had the most wonderful dream," he told Satoru, sleepily.
"Me too, You-kun. Me too."
You's father entered the room, car keys dangling from one finger and a bag in his hand. "Get dressed, Satoru. You're coming home."
Sudden flashes of his father's fist raining down on him passed through his head. You took his hand. "You're not going back there. We can't let you." Satoru nearly leapt from the bed to hug the violinist. "Easy, Sato-cha!"
He dressed himself quickly, and soon they were in the car, heading to the one place he could truly call home.
Author:
gackt_jihaku
Rating: PG-13 for violence
C&C: Please do. I NEED it! BAD!
Pairing: Gackt/You (Satoru/You)
Summary: Satoru has trouble with his father.
Notes: I TOTALLY forgot to use the line, so...yeah...for the Weekly Prompt
Wordcount: 504
The shattered glass of an antique mirror
Straddling the line between life and death
"You won't make it," he told the boy
"You'll be washed up on the shore of Okinawa."
Calmly standing once again
Before the shattered mirror
Though his broken body was weak
His mind remained strong
Throughout the abuse his father dealt
"Give up, Satoru" the voice said
A hard blow to the man's jaw
The ear-splitting crack of breaking bone
Stumbling footsteps away from that mirror
Gaining speed as he ran
Darkness slowly creeping into his vision
Yet, he fought against it
Losing to unconsiousness as he fainted
On the doorstep of the only soul he truly connected with.
"Dad!" You shouted, shocked at the amount of blood covering the body before him.
"You, I have to go! What do you need?" his father called back.
"A blanket to wrap Satoru in!" He could not stop trembling as he lifted the boy into his arms. You's father rushed down the stairs, a blanket in his arms and a worried look plastered on his face.
"Get him in the car."
Satoru awoke to a bright, white room, but he very quickly realized that this was not heaven. In fact, he was very much alive and also very much in need of pain killers. He turned hsi head to the left, suprised at a sudden grip on his fingers. "You," he said softly.
You stood slowly. He leaned over, carefully hugging the bruised and broken body. It was all teh healing Satoru would ever need. He drifted back into a deep sleep as You's warmth seeped into him.
"You'll never make it on your own."
The old shattered mirror crashed to the ground
A beautiful array of glass shards dancing
Filling the air with tiny particles
He stood stronger than before
Stronger than he ever had
As the man whose abuse tortured him over and over
Cowered on the dirty carpet of a small apartment
he repeated again and again
"I am not alone. I will now stand alone."
Sweet tones of a violin filled the room
"I am not alone. I can not stand alone."
You walked forward, still drawing bow against string
"You will never be alone. You will never stand alone."
Satoru blinked. You had falled asleep, still clinging desperately to the hospital gown he wore. He soon rose from his slumber, sat up, and brushed the hair from his eyes. "I had the most wonderful dream," he told Satoru, sleepily.
"Me too, You-kun. Me too."
You's father entered the room, car keys dangling from one finger and a bag in his hand. "Get dressed, Satoru. You're coming home."
Sudden flashes of his father's fist raining down on him passed through his head. You took his hand. "You're not going back there. We can't let you." Satoru nearly leapt from the bed to hug the violinist. "Easy, Sato-cha!"
He dressed himself quickly, and soon they were in the car, heading to the one place he could truly call home.