Now you can see me(KaiXUruha, oneshot)
Title: Now you can see me
Author: Mizuki
Chapter: Oneshot
Theme: III.07 Valence/drapes
Claim: Kai x Uruha(Gazette)
Pairing(s): Kai x Uruha(onesided)
Genre: Angst, deathfic, Rape, Murder
Ratings: R
Warnings: Character death, Rape, Murder
Disclaimer: The story is mine but all fiction, and I don't own the Gazette...
Notes: Written for the challenge comm
4seasons_rabu Uhm ...yeaaaah. This is the first time I wrote something dark like this. I hope you guys like it!
Summary: The silence is almost unbearable, weighing heavy on my shoulders, making it even harder for me to breath as I walk up those last stairs. Grabbing the copy of his key to unlock the door. I know he’s asleep by now. Even though he always was a night person, he wasn’t one to go to bed late when needing to wake up early the next day. A smile fights its way to my lips. In a few hours, there won’t be a need for him to wake up early anymore. He won’t wake up at all.
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The silence is almost unbearable, weighing heavy on my shoulders, making it even harder for me to breathe as I walk up those last stairs. Grabbing the copy of his key to unlock the door. I know he’s asleep by now. Even though he always was a night person, he wasn’t one to go to bed late when needing to wake up early the next day. A smile fights its way to my lips. In a few hours, there won’t be a need for him to wake up early anymore. He won’t wake up at all.
I’ll make sure of that.
My fingers tighten their grip on the object in my pocket as I quietly close the door of his bedroom behind me.
There he is, sleeping peacefully and totally unaware of what’s about to happen. The curtains are opened, allowing the moon to shine inside brightly. But not for long. Making my way around his bed, I close them quietly, cutting of a few strokes of the bottom with one of the knives I’ve been hiding in my pocket.
And with a few swift and catlike motions I have him tied upon his own bed. Thankful for the fact that he was only wearing boxers, I climb on top of him. Cold hands trailing up his bare chest, till they reach their final destination, closing around his pale throat.
I lean forward, my tongue slipping past my lips to lick at the shelf of his ear.
“Uruchan, wake up” I purr in his ear, tightening my grip on his throat, cutting off his air totally. I can feel him stirring underneath me. One of my hands leaves his throat, grabbing the knife from his nightstand.
“U-r-u-h-a” The knife is slowly pushed on his chest, drawing a beautiful red line. With a startled gasp he finally opens his eyes.
“Ah~ Good evening love, I was almost starting to worry you did the job before I got even started” I greet him with a smirk, leaning down to lap at the droplets forming on his chest.
“K-Kai? W-What?!” Oh look at him and his confused state. He doesn’t seem to get it, does he? I chuckle lowly, making a deep cut on his chest. He arches up, whimpering in pain. But any other sounds he would want to make, are cut off as I press down my other hand harder. His eyes widen and are now pleading me. For answers, for freedom.
“Did you really think I was going to let you go that easily?” He blinks, I laugh.
“Oh no love, you can’t run away. You can’t leave me you’re mine and mine only”
I lean in, biting his shoulder hard enough to break the skin there. The delicious taste of his blood filling my mouth. Sitting back up, I press the knife back on chest as I remove my other hand from his throat. Wouldn’t want him to die too fast, now would we?
He gasps for air, panting harshly. But I give him no time to recover, leaning in again, but this time to press my lips against his. But he tries to avoid me, turning away his head.
Bad move, my dear, bad move. Angry I sit up straight again, punching him in the face. He closed his eyes tight, obviously not wanting to look at me.
Am I so ugly to look at? I guess I am. That’s why he left me in the first place right? He wanted someone more beautiful, someone more perfect. But you know what Uruha? No one is perfect. You were perfect but after tonight, you won’t be anymore. No one would want you ever again. That is if you’d survive. But that’s not according plan. But no, by the time someone finds you, you’ll be marked as mine and so ugly that no one could stand to even spare you a glance, just looking away. Just like you did to me.
“It’s too late, no one can save you now” The knife stabs deeper into his chest, writing beautiful words with a deep red color.
But he keeps quiet, not making any sound, not moving at all. This only fuels my anger. Deciding I had enough I move lower, drawing deep cuts on those fucking perfect thigh’s of his.
A grin decorates my face as I notice the obvious bulge in the other’s boxers.
“So this turns you on huh?” I grin wickedly as I grab his crotch roughly through the thin cloth with an inhumanly force. Thanking myself for the decision to become a drummer all those years ago as Uruha arches up, moaning in pain and pleasure. My hand moves quickly, as the other cuts away his boxers. Now having all the space, I bring him to the edge, just stopping before he has the chance to come.
“K-Kai please…s-stop” So he’s begging now? I move between his legs, my clothed knee pressing firmly down on his erection. Another plead leaves his lips as I lean in.
“It’s too late now love” I mutter, biting down his neck, he groans, trying to move away from my mouth, my hand strikes out again and he whimpers in pain.
“Don’t you dare to move away from me” I growl lowly, moving my weight to the knee on his crotch as I press the knife against his throat. How I love the way the red droplets fall down. Moving the knife up, pressing it with the sharp side against his lips.
“Lick it clean” No movement was made and I press the knife down harder.
“I said. Lick. It. Clean” I growl, pressing it down harder, cutting the edges of his pouty lips till he finally flicks out his tongue and carefully cleans the blood from the knife.
“Goodboy” I murmur, removing my body from his for a second, only to kneel over him, pants unzipped.
“Now suck” I force my erection inside his mouth, giving him no time to relax his throat as I start fucking his mouth. My hands are back on his throat, knife making small cuts on it as the other presses down on the airway again. I can feel the muscles tighten around me as I force myself all the way inside. Soon it becomes too much, but I manage to control myself and with a small moan I remove myself from his mouth, disappointed at the loss, but knowing something better will soon come.
And dear god, it does feel so much better as I thrust into his body, no preparation, no condom, just me and his tight hole. Tears are tickling down his pale cheeks, I lick them away, my nails scratching down his chest, drawing even more blood.
“Tell me, Uruha; are you happy how you hurt me? Are you happy you left me for a fucking whore? A bitch?
But, now you are my bitch, only mine” I tell him as I keep slamming into his body. But he doesn’t give a reaction at all, just keeping his eyes tightly shut.
“Open your eyes you fucking bitch! “I punch him in the face again, but there’s still no reaction. Who does he think he is?! I stab the knife in his chest again, re-writing the words but this time drawing more and more blood. My other hand grabs his throat, lifting up his head. Finally he opens his eyes, filled with tears and fear.
With another kanji written on his blood covered chest I can see those last shreds of determination and hope shatter, a satisfied smile gracing my lips.
“W-Why?” He chokes out.
I pause my movements for a moment to answer. ”Don’t you think _I _ should be the one asking that? But I guess I already know the answer. You couldn’t stand seeing me, could you?
But now….Can you see me now? Can you see how much you hurt and broke me? The same way I’m hurting you now?!”
The words spill from my lips as I write down that one sentence ‘Can you see me now?’
“Oh no!” My hand pulls on his cock as he attempts to close his eyes. “Don’t you dare to close your eyes now!, not from me, not ever!”
I pound into him faster tugging his cock harshly at the same time. He comes first, with a pained groan spilling his seed on his blood covered chest. Speeding up my movements as I finally come inside of his torn body only mere seconds after him. With one fast movement I close my hand around his throat and stab the knife deep into his chest, in the middle of a little heart I drew there. A little heart on the place of his real. Now both broken and torn into pieces.
Groaning I pull out of him. Zipping myself up as I place one last kiss on his blood dried lips and open his closed eyelids, revealing his now empty eyes.
I turn towards his curtain, taking the second knife I still had in my pocket and cutting a last sentence in it, allowing the moon to light up his lifeless and broken body.
Now you can see me
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End
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Author: Mizuki
Chapter: Oneshot
Theme: III.07 Valence/drapes
Claim: Kai x Uruha(Gazette)
Pairing(s): Kai x Uruha(onesided)
Genre: Angst, deathfic, Rape, Murder
Ratings: R
Warnings: Character death, Rape, Murder
Disclaimer: The story is mine but all fiction, and I don't own the Gazette...
Notes: Written for the challenge comm
4seasons_rabu Uhm ...yeaaaah. This is the first time I wrote something dark like this. I hope you guys like it!
Summary: The silence is almost unbearable, weighing heavy on my shoulders, making it even harder for me to breath as I walk up those last stairs. Grabbing the copy of his key to unlock the door. I know he’s asleep by now. Even though he always was a night person, he wasn’t one to go to bed late when needing to wake up early the next day. A smile fights its way to my lips. In a few hours, there won’t be a need for him to wake up early anymore. He won’t wake up at all.
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The silence is almost unbearable, weighing heavy on my shoulders, making it even harder for me to breathe as I walk up those last stairs. Grabbing the copy of his key to unlock the door. I know he’s asleep by now. Even though he always was a night person, he wasn’t one to go to bed late when needing to wake up early the next day. A smile fights its way to my lips. In a few hours, there won’t be a need for him to wake up early anymore. He won’t wake up at all.
I’ll make sure of that.
My fingers tighten their grip on the object in my pocket as I quietly close the door of his bedroom behind me.
There he is, sleeping peacefully and totally unaware of what’s about to happen. The curtains are opened, allowing the moon to shine inside brightly. But not for long. Making my way around his bed, I close them quietly, cutting of a few strokes of the bottom with one of the knives I’ve been hiding in my pocket.
And with a few swift and catlike motions I have him tied upon his own bed. Thankful for the fact that he was only wearing boxers, I climb on top of him. Cold hands trailing up his bare chest, till they reach their final destination, closing around his pale throat.
I lean forward, my tongue slipping past my lips to lick at the shelf of his ear.
“Uruchan, wake up” I purr in his ear, tightening my grip on his throat, cutting off his air totally. I can feel him stirring underneath me. One of my hands leaves his throat, grabbing the knife from his nightstand.
“U-r-u-h-a” The knife is slowly pushed on his chest, drawing a beautiful red line. With a startled gasp he finally opens his eyes.
“Ah~ Good evening love, I was almost starting to worry you did the job before I got even started” I greet him with a smirk, leaning down to lap at the droplets forming on his chest.
“K-Kai? W-What?!” Oh look at him and his confused state. He doesn’t seem to get it, does he? I chuckle lowly, making a deep cut on his chest. He arches up, whimpering in pain. But any other sounds he would want to make, are cut off as I press down my other hand harder. His eyes widen and are now pleading me. For answers, for freedom.
“Did you really think I was going to let you go that easily?” He blinks, I laugh.
“Oh no love, you can’t run away. You can’t leave me you’re mine and mine only”
I lean in, biting his shoulder hard enough to break the skin there. The delicious taste of his blood filling my mouth. Sitting back up, I press the knife back on chest as I remove my other hand from his throat. Wouldn’t want him to die too fast, now would we?
He gasps for air, panting harshly. But I give him no time to recover, leaning in again, but this time to press my lips against his. But he tries to avoid me, turning away his head.
Bad move, my dear, bad move. Angry I sit up straight again, punching him in the face. He closed his eyes tight, obviously not wanting to look at me.
Am I so ugly to look at? I guess I am. That’s why he left me in the first place right? He wanted someone more beautiful, someone more perfect. But you know what Uruha? No one is perfect. You were perfect but after tonight, you won’t be anymore. No one would want you ever again. That is if you’d survive. But that’s not according plan. But no, by the time someone finds you, you’ll be marked as mine and so ugly that no one could stand to even spare you a glance, just looking away. Just like you did to me.
“It’s too late, no one can save you now” The knife stabs deeper into his chest, writing beautiful words with a deep red color.
But he keeps quiet, not making any sound, not moving at all. This only fuels my anger. Deciding I had enough I move lower, drawing deep cuts on those fucking perfect thigh’s of his.
A grin decorates my face as I notice the obvious bulge in the other’s boxers.
“So this turns you on huh?” I grin wickedly as I grab his crotch roughly through the thin cloth with an inhumanly force. Thanking myself for the decision to become a drummer all those years ago as Uruha arches up, moaning in pain and pleasure. My hand moves quickly, as the other cuts away his boxers. Now having all the space, I bring him to the edge, just stopping before he has the chance to come.
“K-Kai please…s-stop” So he’s begging now? I move between his legs, my clothed knee pressing firmly down on his erection. Another plead leaves his lips as I lean in.
“It’s too late now love” I mutter, biting down his neck, he groans, trying to move away from my mouth, my hand strikes out again and he whimpers in pain.
“Don’t you dare to move away from me” I growl lowly, moving my weight to the knee on his crotch as I press the knife against his throat. How I love the way the red droplets fall down. Moving the knife up, pressing it with the sharp side against his lips.
“Lick it clean” No movement was made and I press the knife down harder.
“I said. Lick. It. Clean” I growl, pressing it down harder, cutting the edges of his pouty lips till he finally flicks out his tongue and carefully cleans the blood from the knife.
“Goodboy” I murmur, removing my body from his for a second, only to kneel over him, pants unzipped.
“Now suck” I force my erection inside his mouth, giving him no time to relax his throat as I start fucking his mouth. My hands are back on his throat, knife making small cuts on it as the other presses down on the airway again. I can feel the muscles tighten around me as I force myself all the way inside. Soon it becomes too much, but I manage to control myself and with a small moan I remove myself from his mouth, disappointed at the loss, but knowing something better will soon come.
And dear god, it does feel so much better as I thrust into his body, no preparation, no condom, just me and his tight hole. Tears are tickling down his pale cheeks, I lick them away, my nails scratching down his chest, drawing even more blood.
“Tell me, Uruha; are you happy how you hurt me? Are you happy you left me for a fucking whore? A bitch?
But, now you are my bitch, only mine” I tell him as I keep slamming into his body. But he doesn’t give a reaction at all, just keeping his eyes tightly shut.
“Open your eyes you fucking bitch! “I punch him in the face again, but there’s still no reaction. Who does he think he is?! I stab the knife in his chest again, re-writing the words but this time drawing more and more blood. My other hand grabs his throat, lifting up his head. Finally he opens his eyes, filled with tears and fear.
With another kanji written on his blood covered chest I can see those last shreds of determination and hope shatter, a satisfied smile gracing my lips.
“W-Why?” He chokes out.
I pause my movements for a moment to answer. ”Don’t you think _I _ should be the one asking that? But I guess I already know the answer. You couldn’t stand seeing me, could you?
But now….Can you see me now? Can you see how much you hurt and broke me? The same way I’m hurting you now?!”
The words spill from my lips as I write down that one sentence ‘Can you see me now?’
“Oh no!” My hand pulls on his cock as he attempts to close his eyes. “Don’t you dare to close your eyes now!, not from me, not ever!”
I pound into him faster tugging his cock harshly at the same time. He comes first, with a pained groan spilling his seed on his blood covered chest. Speeding up my movements as I finally come inside of his torn body only mere seconds after him. With one fast movement I close my hand around his throat and stab the knife deep into his chest, in the middle of a little heart I drew there. A little heart on the place of his real. Now both broken and torn into pieces.
Groaning I pull out of him. Zipping myself up as I place one last kiss on his blood dried lips and open his closed eyelids, revealing his now empty eyes.
I turn towards his curtain, taking the second knife I still had in my pocket and cutting a last sentence in it, allowing the moon to light up his lifeless and broken body.
Now you can see me
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End
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