More Drabbles
Author: Ani
Genre: Angst, attempted horror
Rating: PG (for brief mention of blood)
Disclaimer: I don't own JE
3. Jealousy- One-sided Ryushin; Chiitaro (this one's for you, Acchan~hibinoasami )
It always happened. Each time I see Chinen-kun snuggling together with nii-chan, a terrible, hateful feeling overwhelms me. My heart twists and aches in agony, and I want to rip them apart. Jealousy eats away at me yet again as I watched nii-chan return Chinen-kun's hug affectionately.
16. Dolls- Daiki-centric
Arioka Daiki always had a fond affection for dolls, nearly bordering on a fetish. China or porcelain, cloth or paper, it mattered not, he adored them all. He could manipulate them, control their every move, and decide their very fates. Some ended up with shorter hair, others lost limbs. Some broke to pieces, others sliced to ribbons. The cotton that spew out through the seams fascinated him in a way no words could express, the fragile glass that pierced his skin when he picked them up gave him a thrill nothing else could compare.
Today, he received a new doll. Her light brown curls dangled cutely around her round, rosy cheeks. He named her Maria and introduced her to the rest of his collection during tea time. Elizabeth, Lizzy, and Naomi stared at her listlessly with their glassy eyes. Daiki smiled, a happy, childisd smile full of malicious innocence. He knew they would get along great. And if they didn't, well, he made certain trouble makers were quickly...taken care of.
A blunt knife laid carelessly on the floor, its tip specked with lint and rust-colored blood.
20. Fights- Any pairing
At the time, they brushed it off as a minor incident, not something to make a big deal out ofl. No one made a huge fuss over it, because they all assumed it would blow over within a few days, like all the other fights the two friends (some argue 'lovers') had before.
A year has come and gone, and the two of them only speak to one another when a photoshoot forces them to.
24. Alone- Chinen-centric
Chinen rounded into a dark alley just as night settled over the city, enveloping the world in black. He found a space big enough for himself on a cold side porch. From the amount of dust that covered it, he figured the house it led to had been abandoned for a while. Much like him, it too, now stood alone.
23. Sadness- Ryutaro-centric (pair him with anyone)
For as long as he could, Ryutaro held onto his hand. He wanted to believe, as the other boy insistently repeated over and over, that this simple act of moving away would not affect their relationship in any way.
But half-hearted lies masked by a fake smile had stopped working on him. The young, naive child who spoke of ‘forever’ without truly understanding the meaning behind such a complicated word no longer existed. Somewhere along the path of life, he had matured. Grown up, so to speak, for better or worse. Because now the 15 year old knew: 'forever' did not exist.
Now, as his fingers slipped out of his grasp, Ryutaro saw the same sadness reflected in his eyes, and knew he also understood. That day, Ryutaro could only watch helplessly as he turned his head away and got in the car that removed the two of them from each other's lives.
A/N: More serious than the ones yesterday, I'm working on my humor next, since I've never really focused on it. Await the attempt and forgive me in advance for the fail.
Genre: Angst, attempted horror
Rating: PG (for brief mention of blood)
Disclaimer: I don't own JE
3. Jealousy- One-sided Ryushin; Chiitaro (this one's for you, Acchan~hibinoasami )
It always happened. Each time I see Chinen-kun snuggling together with nii-chan, a terrible, hateful feeling overwhelms me. My heart twists and aches in agony, and I want to rip them apart. Jealousy eats away at me yet again as I watched nii-chan return Chinen-kun's hug affectionately.
16. Dolls- Daiki-centric
Arioka Daiki always had a fond affection for dolls, nearly bordering on a fetish. China or porcelain, cloth or paper, it mattered not, he adored them all. He could manipulate them, control their every move, and decide their very fates. Some ended up with shorter hair, others lost limbs. Some broke to pieces, others sliced to ribbons. The cotton that spew out through the seams fascinated him in a way no words could express, the fragile glass that pierced his skin when he picked them up gave him a thrill nothing else could compare.
Today, he received a new doll. Her light brown curls dangled cutely around her round, rosy cheeks. He named her Maria and introduced her to the rest of his collection during tea time. Elizabeth, Lizzy, and Naomi stared at her listlessly with their glassy eyes. Daiki smiled, a happy, childisd smile full of malicious innocence. He knew they would get along great. And if they didn't, well, he made certain trouble makers were quickly...taken care of.
A blunt knife laid carelessly on the floor, its tip specked with lint and rust-colored blood.
20. Fights- Any pairing
At the time, they brushed it off as a minor incident, not something to make a big deal out ofl. No one made a huge fuss over it, because they all assumed it would blow over within a few days, like all the other fights the two friends (some argue 'lovers') had before.
A year has come and gone, and the two of them only speak to one another when a photoshoot forces them to.
24. Alone- Chinen-centric
Chinen rounded into a dark alley just as night settled over the city, enveloping the world in black. He found a space big enough for himself on a cold side porch. From the amount of dust that covered it, he figured the house it led to had been abandoned for a while. Much like him, it too, now stood alone.
23. Sadness- Ryutaro-centric (pair him with anyone)
For as long as he could, Ryutaro held onto his hand. He wanted to believe, as the other boy insistently repeated over and over, that this simple act of moving away would not affect their relationship in any way.
But half-hearted lies masked by a fake smile had stopped working on him. The young, naive child who spoke of ‘forever’ without truly understanding the meaning behind such a complicated word no longer existed. Somewhere along the path of life, he had matured. Grown up, so to speak, for better or worse. Because now the 15 year old knew: 'forever' did not exist.
Now, as his fingers slipped out of his grasp, Ryutaro saw the same sadness reflected in his eyes, and knew he also understood. That day, Ryutaro could only watch helplessly as he turned his head away and got in the car that removed the two of them from each other's lives.
A/N: More serious than the ones yesterday, I'm working on my humor next, since I've never really focused on it. Await the attempt and forgive me in advance for the fail.