{MULTICHAPTER} Tell Me Why (Prologue)
TITLE: Tell Me Why (Prologue)
PAIRING: RyoDa (main), PiDa, Akame
RATING: R
SUMMARY: After a chance encounter at the supermarket, Ryo is intrigued by Tatsuya, and he is determined to find out more about the other. The more he discovers, the more he wants to protect him. After enlisting the help of his two closest friends, they set out to help Tatsuya.
GENRE: Angst, fluff, romance, violence
WARNINGS: Violence.
DISCLAIMER: Do not own.
A/N: Requested by natsuki_suzu Thankyou, luna_truths, for help with the summary.
The crystal figure atop the fireplace went flying, crashing into a thousand tiny pieces as it landed on the floor. The small body which now lay at the foot of the fireplace gasped, attempting to stand. Blood dripped onto the rug beneath his hands, his hair was matted and his eye sported a large purplish-yellow bruise. He would have been breathtakingly beautiful, were it not for the scars which ran up and down his body, marring the skin beneath his clothes.
He looked up, blood clouding his vision, at the figure towering above him. There was a blank look on the other's face as he gripped his arms and pulled him up, effortlessly throwing him into the opposite wall. There was a crunch as something gave way, and the smaller man whimpered.
"Get up," he ordered, but the other just closed his eyes tighter, pressing himself into the floor. "Tatsuya."
The man - Tatsuya - made no move, but fisted his hands into the rug beneath him, breathing heavily. The other made a sound of annoyance, moving forward and launching a kick at his stomach. Tatsuya groaned, curling in on himself, and choking back a sob as he kicked him again.
"Please, stop..." Tatsuya choked out, as the man once again lifted him and faced him. He looked into his cold brown eyes, bereft of emotion. The eyes of the one he loved. "Tomohisa..."
"Don't you 'Tomohisa' me," he spat, before letting Tatsuya go and watched him crumple to the floor.
Tatsuya watched him leave the room, his copper hair tipped with blood covering his eyes. The door slammed as Tomohisa left first the room, then the house, but Tatsuya lay there, trying to catch his breath. After a while, he struggled up, pushing the fringe out of his eyes, and carefully made his way to the bathroom. He grimaced as he saw his reflection, blue and black bruises covering his face, and sighed, bringing a hand up to wipe the blood from the side of his mouth.
Tatsuya quickly got to work, awkwardly wrapping a bandage around his left wrist and securing it tightly. He wet a small towel, hissing as he carefully wiped at the blood on his lip, moving to the cuts on his arms. Tomohisa had let him off lightly today, he mused, as he gingerly peeled his shirt off and inspected the damage. There were mainly bruises dotting his body, the odd scratch or scrape here and there. Besides his wrist, which he assumed was just sprained, it wasn't as bad as his usual episodes.
Tatsuya sighed, and gently lifted up his hair, placing another bandage onto the wound on the back of his skull. He pressed down the edges, closing his eyes as if to close off the pain. But suddenly tears were building up and he found himself on the bathroom floor, crying, sobs racking his body.
The most upsetting thing was that he didn't feel it anymore. He didn't feel the punches, the kicks. Everything was so mechanical now - after Tomohisa would leave, Tatsuya would make his way to the bathroom and patch himself up. He hated the way it was close to normal, when he knew it shouldn't be. It shouldn't be normal for the one you love to beat you.
Tatsuya sat back up, resting against the shower. He wiped his tears away, sighing, and stood, glaring at his helpless reflection in the mirror. He made sure he looked as presentable as he could before leaving the bathroom, walking down the hallway to the kitchen. He wrapped a bag of ice from the freezer in a teatowel, before pressing it to his face, hissing as it touched his bruised eye.
Tatsuya wrote a mental note to himself as he knelt down in the living room, cleaning up the broken pieces of the glass figure carefully.
If he wanted to say hello to the sweet boy who worked at the corner store anymore, he would have to be ready to face the consequences.
END.