workshop
Title: ----(not sure yet)
Author: h1545h1
Characters: Hisashi, Jiro, Hikou
Rating: PG-13
Note: A work in progress, I'm unhappy with how this it turning out and would love a little bit of feedback, any feedback. : /
Rain slicked the asphalt, the surface like polished black marble reflecting back the yellow-sulfur light of street lamps and myriad colors of blinking neon. Shallow puddles splashed under rubber-soled boots, disrupting the fluid colors.
Light blurred past him in darts and slashes as he ran, the sound of his footsteps echoing off brick and plaster.
Hisashi turned a corner, scarf trailing out behind him in a wide, fluttering arc. He gasped for breath, lungs burning, and pulled together the strength to move faster. He was desperate to get away from the second set of footsteps that echoed around him. The sound was loud, but the steps' frequency was slow, almost leisurely as though they were strolling along the wet street.
The shiny black pavement grew soft under his own feet, pulling and sucking at his boots with each step. He cried out, voice strangled and warped by the acoustics of the wet, empty street. Light still slashed around him as though he was running, but his feet mired in the asphalt, bringing him to a standstill as the buildings blurred around him, still speeding past.
"It makes you wonder if you were ever running at all, doesn't it?"
He twisted around to look behind him, frantic to find the owner of the voice and footsteps that followed him His scarf trailed back down the street, suspended on a breeze he didn't feel. The air was hot and sticky around him, difficult to breathe.
"G-go away!"
"Even if I do, you'll always come back to me..."
The voice trailed away, melting into the mist that settled on the street undisturbed by the currents that held his scarf aloft. He realized he was no longer running and tried again to move, pulling his feet slowly along the street.
Jiro was waiting just ahead of him. The blond smirked at him, the usual curve of his lips showing a hint of white teeth. Hisashi stopped running, feet sinking into the pavement again. His scarf fluttered past, trailing out in front of him as the wind shifted directions. He moved frantically, trying to scramble backward as the ther young man grinned and took the fluttering tail of his scarf into one hand. He fingered the edge of it delicately, and then gripped it tightly, cruel smile on his face.
"No-" Hisashi's cry was cut short when Jiro jerked the scarf. It seized tightly around his throat, length between them going taunt. Jiro smirked he pulled hand over hand, the soft material dragging him closer until they were inches apart.
He slipped the fabric of the scarf loose and it fell away from Hisashi's neck, exposing soft skin. Jiro touched his throat, fingernails pressing into flesh, leaving pale half-moon marks behind.
"Just few nips and it'll be over."
"Stop!" Hisashi struggled to push him away. He tried to scream when teeth pierced his skin, puncturing layers. He choked as he felt lips close over the wound, his blood leaving his body. He struggled but the thick air pushed down on him, weighing his arms down. The lights around him began to wink out one at a time as his knees gave out. The sound of Jiro laughed seemed far away.
He managed a scream just before he woke, bolting up in bed fighting his way out from under his blanket. He clutched at his throat, checked his fingers for blood but found none in the pale light from the windows. As he raised his hand again to the rough scars along his neck the body beside him stirred and a blond different from the one in the nightmare sat up, gazing at him sleepily.
"Hisashi? Are you alright?"
His response was silence, the younger man still caught up somewhere between the memories and the nightmare.
Author: h1545h1
Characters: Hisashi, Jiro, Hikou
Rating: PG-13
Note: A work in progress, I'm unhappy with how this it turning out and would love a little bit of feedback, any feedback. : /
Rain slicked the asphalt, the surface like polished black marble reflecting back the yellow-sulfur light of street lamps and myriad colors of blinking neon. Shallow puddles splashed under rubber-soled boots, disrupting the fluid colors.
Light blurred past him in darts and slashes as he ran, the sound of his footsteps echoing off brick and plaster.
Hisashi turned a corner, scarf trailing out behind him in a wide, fluttering arc. He gasped for breath, lungs burning, and pulled together the strength to move faster. He was desperate to get away from the second set of footsteps that echoed around him. The sound was loud, but the steps' frequency was slow, almost leisurely as though they were strolling along the wet street.
The shiny black pavement grew soft under his own feet, pulling and sucking at his boots with each step. He cried out, voice strangled and warped by the acoustics of the wet, empty street. Light still slashed around him as though he was running, but his feet mired in the asphalt, bringing him to a standstill as the buildings blurred around him, still speeding past.
"It makes you wonder if you were ever running at all, doesn't it?"
He twisted around to look behind him, frantic to find the owner of the voice and footsteps that followed him His scarf trailed back down the street, suspended on a breeze he didn't feel. The air was hot and sticky around him, difficult to breathe.
"G-go away!"
"Even if I do, you'll always come back to me..."
The voice trailed away, melting into the mist that settled on the street undisturbed by the currents that held his scarf aloft. He realized he was no longer running and tried again to move, pulling his feet slowly along the street.
Jiro was waiting just ahead of him. The blond smirked at him, the usual curve of his lips showing a hint of white teeth. Hisashi stopped running, feet sinking into the pavement again. His scarf fluttered past, trailing out in front of him as the wind shifted directions. He moved frantically, trying to scramble backward as the ther young man grinned and took the fluttering tail of his scarf into one hand. He fingered the edge of it delicately, and then gripped it tightly, cruel smile on his face.
"No-" Hisashi's cry was cut short when Jiro jerked the scarf. It seized tightly around his throat, length between them going taunt. Jiro smirked he pulled hand over hand, the soft material dragging him closer until they were inches apart.
He slipped the fabric of the scarf loose and it fell away from Hisashi's neck, exposing soft skin. Jiro touched his throat, fingernails pressing into flesh, leaving pale half-moon marks behind.
"Just few nips and it'll be over."
"Stop!" Hisashi struggled to push him away. He tried to scream when teeth pierced his skin, puncturing layers. He choked as he felt lips close over the wound, his blood leaving his body. He struggled but the thick air pushed down on him, weighing his arms down. The lights around him began to wink out one at a time as his knees gave out. The sound of Jiro laughed seemed far away.
He managed a scream just before he woke, bolting up in bed fighting his way out from under his blanket. He clutched at his throat, checked his fingers for blood but found none in the pale light from the windows. As he raised his hand again to the rough scars along his neck the body beside him stirred and a blond different from the one in the nightmare sat up, gazing at him sleepily.
"Hisashi? Are you alright?"
His response was silence, the younger man still caught up somewhere between the memories and the nightmare.