Story: Little Children Like Moths to a Flame 2/3
Title: Little Children Like Moths to a Flame
Author: kage_no_kodoku
Rating: R
Warnings: un-beta-ed, some mature concepts
Genre: AU, supernatural, drama, fluff (this never disappears, does it?)
Pairing: Nao x Saga
Prompt/s: "Fireworks Blooming" and "And finally, everything was quiet."
Summary: The smallest movements of lips. The slightest change in pace of breath. The tiniest quickenings of pulse. Every little synapse of the brain sends out a vibration, a ripple into the world that grows larger and larger until it could be heard. A noise not so white and not so pleasant that normality turns a deaf ear towards it. But you are not so normal; and from him, you learned the beauty of silence.
Disclaimer: I own no one. LJ cut taken from "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake.
Notes: written for aliceinfiction week 9 and tragic_ennui prompt 15.
***
You became aware to the high pitched beeping of some apparatus. Loud and fast, as if its chasing your heartbeat. The pungent scent of chemicals stung your nostrils, making a single drop slip out your touching eyelashes and trail down your cheek. It was only then that you realized you could open your eyes, but the brightness blinded you as soon as you did.
Intense artificial light glared down on you that even after your eyes attempted to adjust, you could only make out the shadows of your surroundings. One shadow was shaped like a man, and he looked down at you from his standing position. Another handed him a needled object that squirted out some drops when handled.
You tried to flail your arms or kick your legs or anything at all to escape them, but all in vain. The shackles were tight on your wrists and your ankles. As you realized the hopelessness of the situation, you could do nothing else but scream and cry and shout and yell in agony and fear. But even that could not give you any release. There was only silence despite your efforts.
"Go back to sleep," droned a hoarse voice above you. "Go back to sleep."
~*~
The first thing you became aware to was his jovial voice.
"Guess what day it is today!"
"Sunday, right?" you groaned in response as you tried to hide your face under a pillow. He didn't have any of it though, and grabbed the fluffy thing away to reveal your bed head.
"Aww, c'mon. Not like that," came his sing-song chiding, accompanied with pulling you up and away from the softness of the mattress. You grunted out complaints, but made no attempt to go against the way he manhandled you towards the closet. You didn't even bother protesting when he took out a set of mismatched clothes for you as you began to change.
"Don't tell me it's your birthday again?" You peered at him through the collar of your shirt, before pulling it down and making your head bob out. "We just celebrated it last week."
"Hmph, where did the quiet Saga go?" he huffed at you with narrowed eyes and folded arms. "You sure are learning sarcasm too fast."
"I had a good teacher." You finished up and faced him with a hand on your hip. He had his usual smirk and you can't help raising an eyebrow at that. "What are you on about?"
As if to answer your question, he grabbed your hand and half-dragged you out of the room. It seemed he's taken a liking to being in charge of things, especially with you.
"Naaaaaaaoooooooo! Where are we going?"
"A really cool place!"
And he would not tell you anything more than that.
~*~
It was raining the day your parents sent you in the Institution, and it lasted well into the night. Thunderclaps and the cries of frightened children echoed through the hallways. The staff in whitewashed clothes scurry around as residents complained about the sound of white noise in their heads. They cannot pinpoint the source of the paranormal commotion. A truck almost hit an escaping resident a few blocks away. She stumbled from the scene, shaken but unharmed. The slippery streets of the city made a bus slam hard against a concrete block. Three were dead, including the driver. Congested traffic induced heightened tension and flaring tempers. A middle aged socialite started a fist fight with a young father desperate to make ends meet. A teen aged gangster mugged an elderly woman on her way home. He left her for the dogs in an alley downtown. Miles away, a little girl screams for help as her father strips off her dress. He stifles her sobs with his large hand as he forced himself inside. Pain explodes in your head.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!"
You harshly clutch your ears that fingernails dig deep enough to draw blood, but the voices and sensations would not stop. You writhe in your bed as if convulsing and let out a deafening shriek.
"MAKE IT STOP!!!"
-->continuation
***
Random End Notes: This was half-inspired by spending way too much time in such a depressing place. Sure, we could smile and laugh in the ICU's waiting area, but the air of worry and foreboding never leaves us...
Author: kage_no_kodoku
Rating: R
Warnings: un-beta-ed, some mature concepts
Genre: AU, supernatural, drama, fluff (this never disappears, does it?)
Pairing: Nao x Saga
Prompt/s: "Fireworks Blooming" and "And finally, everything was quiet."
Summary: The smallest movements of lips. The slightest change in pace of breath. The tiniest quickenings of pulse. Every little synapse of the brain sends out a vibration, a ripple into the world that grows larger and larger until it could be heard. A noise not so white and not so pleasant that normality turns a deaf ear towards it. But you are not so normal; and from him, you learned the beauty of silence.
Disclaimer: I own no one. LJ cut taken from "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake.
Notes: written for aliceinfiction week 9 and tragic_ennui prompt 15.
***
You became aware to the high pitched beeping of some apparatus. Loud and fast, as if its chasing your heartbeat. The pungent scent of chemicals stung your nostrils, making a single drop slip out your touching eyelashes and trail down your cheek. It was only then that you realized you could open your eyes, but the brightness blinded you as soon as you did.
Intense artificial light glared down on you that even after your eyes attempted to adjust, you could only make out the shadows of your surroundings. One shadow was shaped like a man, and he looked down at you from his standing position. Another handed him a needled object that squirted out some drops when handled.
You tried to flail your arms or kick your legs or anything at all to escape them, but all in vain. The shackles were tight on your wrists and your ankles. As you realized the hopelessness of the situation, you could do nothing else but scream and cry and shout and yell in agony and fear. But even that could not give you any release. There was only silence despite your efforts.
"Go back to sleep," droned a hoarse voice above you. "Go back to sleep."
~*~
The first thing you became aware to was his jovial voice.
"Guess what day it is today!"
"Sunday, right?" you groaned in response as you tried to hide your face under a pillow. He didn't have any of it though, and grabbed the fluffy thing away to reveal your bed head.
"Aww, c'mon. Not like that," came his sing-song chiding, accompanied with pulling you up and away from the softness of the mattress. You grunted out complaints, but made no attempt to go against the way he manhandled you towards the closet. You didn't even bother protesting when he took out a set of mismatched clothes for you as you began to change.
"Don't tell me it's your birthday again?" You peered at him through the collar of your shirt, before pulling it down and making your head bob out. "We just celebrated it last week."
"Hmph, where did the quiet Saga go?" he huffed at you with narrowed eyes and folded arms. "You sure are learning sarcasm too fast."
"I had a good teacher." You finished up and faced him with a hand on your hip. He had his usual smirk and you can't help raising an eyebrow at that. "What are you on about?"
As if to answer your question, he grabbed your hand and half-dragged you out of the room. It seemed he's taken a liking to being in charge of things, especially with you.
"Naaaaaaaoooooooo! Where are we going?"
"A really cool place!"
And he would not tell you anything more than that.
~*~
It was raining the day your parents sent you in the Institution, and it lasted well into the night. Thunderclaps and the cries of frightened children echoed through the hallways. The staff in whitewashed clothes scurry around as residents complained about the sound of white noise in their heads. They cannot pinpoint the source of the paranormal commotion. A truck almost hit an escaping resident a few blocks away. She stumbled from the scene, shaken but unharmed. The slippery streets of the city made a bus slam hard against a concrete block. Three were dead, including the driver. Congested traffic induced heightened tension and flaring tempers. A middle aged socialite started a fist fight with a young father desperate to make ends meet. A teen aged gangster mugged an elderly woman on her way home. He left her for the dogs in an alley downtown. Miles away, a little girl screams for help as her father strips off her dress. He stifles her sobs with his large hand as he forced himself inside. Pain explodes in your head.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!"
You harshly clutch your ears that fingernails dig deep enough to draw blood, but the voices and sensations would not stop. You writhe in your bed as if convulsing and let out a deafening shriek.
"MAKE IT STOP!!!"
-->continuation
***
Random End Notes: This was half-inspired by spending way too much time in such a depressing place. Sure, we could smile and laugh in the ICU's waiting area, but the air of worry and foreboding never leaves us...