[One-shot] You make me somebody
Title: You make me sombody
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: None; Takaki-centric
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Semi-AU - It’s him, but oh god, he hopes it’s not him all the same. His face is pinched and twisted, horrid, but it feels like he’s staring into a mirror.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Darkfic, gore, cannibalism, mindfuckery
A/N: Quick beta job by yararanger, written in the space of a very disturbing hour. I need to write something for that JUMP fic contest, but this is obviously not that fic. Such a mindfuck, oh my god, what did I just do. T_T This fic contains disturbing elements, do not click if you cannot, idek. Is this really going to be the 70th use of my c: takaki yuya tag?! sob
It’s cold, damp, and dark. Takaki can’t move, the shackles too heavy on his ankles and wrists, and so he lays there, the puddle slowly freezing him.
To death, he supposes, or maybe he wishes. Everything is ice cold blue and he wants to shut it out, but it’s harsh on his eyelids, even when he tries to hide from the light.
He comes in, and Takaki wants to vomit. It’s him, but oh god, he hopes it’s not him all the same. His face is pinched and twisted, horrid, but it feels like he’s staring into a mirror when his head is dragged up, a flash of pain smoothing over every other layer of pain as he stares into cold, cold eyes.
“I don’t think you deserve these,” the other him whispers, tracing a finger around one of Takaki’s eyes. He wants to flinch away, but the grip on his hair is too tight. “I don’t think you deserve these at all, but oh, no, I can’t take them from you, can I?”
Takaki stares into those eyes and wants to cry.
“But I think… I think…” the other one with his face muses, letting him go, dropping him onto the floor again like a rag doll, his hands smoothing over the rest of Takaki’s body, and there’s ice needles everywhere, but the scream gets caught in his throat, lodges there and makes it hard to breathe. “I think I’ll take your spleen…”
Takaki’s rolled onto his back and he stares in horror as the other him pushes his ragged shirt up and then plunged his hand into Takaki, right where his ribs end.
The scream that had been in his throat is suddenly ripped from him, followed by another, and Takaki’s not sure if he ran out of air or what, but the pain is exquisite and unbearable. He screams again, feeling the hand probing, seeking, and ultimately finding what it wants.
He watches his own face lick its lips as it pulls a crimson hand away, bloody treasure held triumphantly. “I can’t take your eyes,” he’s told, as a tongue sickeningly runs over what he realizes is his spleen. There’s blood everywhere, but the blood slowly turns to ice, sealing him back up. He gazes into cold, cold eyes, watching in voiceless horror as this thing with his face takes the first bite.
Takaki wakes up.
Yabu’s patience has been pushed far beyond normal limits, and it’s a miracle he hasn’t strangled him yet. “Takaki Yuya, we have been doing this since we fucking debuted. You have no excuse for messing up like this, especially for messing up this fucking badly!” He’s yelling and Takaki flinches away, dropping his eyes to where he’s having to ice his ankle, a misstep during a pre-concert run in Yokohama. “What the hell are we supposed to do with you like this?”
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Takaki murmurs, biting his lip. He knew the choreography by heart, really, or at least he should have by now. Ultra Music Power, wasn’t that what JUMP was? What had gone wrong?
But the more Takaki tries to think about it, the more he can’t, and something feels horribly wrong.
Yabu realizes he’s crying, the next barrage dying in his throat as he watches Takaki curl around himself.
“I don’t know what went wrong,” Takaki whispers, fumbling to wipe away tears while keeping the ice pack on his ankle. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
It’s gotten colder, if possible, Takaki stretched out on his back, watching his breath puff through the air like little ice dragons, curling upwards before they fade away.
He’s back again, and Takaki shudders as he licks away a trail of blood. It’s strange though… he looks warmer today, deep contrast to the air around them. He kneels next to Takaki, and Takaki feels so heavy, too heavy to move away, even as the terror shoots through him.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, running a fingertip over Takaki’s cracked lips. “I’ll let you keep those too…” Those fingers move down, past the cavity they’d created before, pressing in to his kidneys. “I want something more though...” And there’s a pause as chilled eyes sweep over his body. Takaki desperately wants to hide, but he can’t even move, eyes pinning him down. Or maybe it was the shackles. He’s still wearing those, isn’t he?
“I want your heart.”
A terrified sob escapes Takaki as those hands wrench his body open again, wider this time, both hands gouging into him, searching. He feels disgusting as cold hands curl around his heart, still beating wildly, and suddenly it’s being wrenched away from him. He tries to close his eyes, but there’s nothing he can do but stare as his heart is devoured.
Takaki wakes up.
Chinen shoves his arms away, scowling. “Geez, is it asking too much for you to at least act like you care?”
“I do care!” Takaki tries to insist, but then stops, because he’s not sure if he really does care. What had they been talking about?
It’s enough for Chinen and he’s turning, stomping away. “You’ve been pretty shitty lately, you know?”
Takaki stares at his back and then down at his hands, wondering what he’d done wrong. And then wondering why it doesn’t seem to matter.
Takaki isn’t sure what exactly he is, just that he’s there. There with him standing over him, but he can’t remember how he got there. Not all the way. It scares him, the not knowing, and Takaki knows he likes it that way.
“Of course I do,” the voice croons as he bends down; pressing a hand to where Takaki’s heart had been, and god, he can still feel it beating somehow, but it’s a weird ticking sensation, instead of an actual heartbeat.
“I want something more… You’ll give it to me right~?” the voice is wheedling, false in its honey, and a part of Takaki wishes that he’d take his stomach, because the constant nausea is blinding him from much else. “I want… oh, oh, I know what I want…”
Takaki’s body opens easily this time, yielding to the hands clawing at his flesh. He can’t even scream this time as he feels him clenching tight around his lungs, and then they’re just gone too, appearing in the cold air, as the other him gleefully holds up his newest treasure. Tears blur vision, but he doesn’t need to see it to know.
Takaki wakes up.
“What is wrong with you?” Takaki stares at Hikaru, wondering why he’s so angry, wondering if he’s ever been angry before. It doesn’t seem very Hikaru-like, but maybe Takaki just hasn’t realized.
He’s hissing and spitting like an angry cat though, advancing on Takaki. “It doesn’t bother you at all? What, do you think you’re somehow invulnerable? This is about all of us, but you’re just here, all sitting pretty and dammit, do you even think about how it’s like for all the others to have to deal with-“
“Shut up,” Takaki whispers, but Hikaru’s been holding whatever this is inside for too long.
“No, dumbass, you need to listen to me, because obviously nothing else is getting through that thick skull of yours and-“
“Shut up,” Takaki repeats, and something dark and ugly is growing inside of him and he doesn’t know what it is, but it’s filling him. “Shut up and leave me alone!” He shoves at Hikaru, this urge to wrap his fingers around the other’s fragile throat surging through him, but that’s wrong, isn’t it? He doesn’t want to hurt Hikaru.
But he hates him. He doesn’t know why, but he hates Hikaru and everyone else. It’s their fault, not his. “Just leave me alone,” he chokes out, and Hikaru picks himself up off the ground.
“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” the other murmurs, giving him a mistrusting look before hurriedly leaving.
Takaki finds himself staring at the mirror to his side and shudders. That makes two of them.
At this point, it doesn’t even seem to matter if he’s breathing or if he’s just a corpse now. Takaki can’t really care, not anymore. Everything is frozen, all the nerve ends where his body should be, but there’s nothing left.
Or maybe there is.
He appears again, and he’s like a breath of spring air, breezing closer. How does he do that, Takaki wonders, but stares up into those still icy eyes, shuddering, or wanting to shudder and not quite making it.
He’s smiling at Takaki and Takaki wishes he wouldn’t. It’s revolting and far too much like how he used to smile for comfort. “That was delicious… I like your anger. It’s so… poignant.” He’s kneeling next to Takaki’s head. “But I want more than that… I want you to watch.”
No screams, no resistance as he reaches in and removes Takaki’s liver, licking it in delight and slowly devouring it. Takaki watches, disturbed and fascinated. He can’t remember ever seeing him lick his fingers clean in such satisfaction.
“You see… I’m done playing,” this other him told Takaki, smiling down at him. “I’m done with you… soon you’ll be no good to me at all… but I have one last wish that you’ll grant me.”
A fingernail scrapes over his eyelid, and before Takaki could even process what happened, he’s ripping an eye out, and Takaki wishes he could scream, cry, or anything, as he leaves an empty socket behind, swallowing Takaki’s eye.
He wakes up.
For the first time, things feel perfect. He smiles as he walks to work, stepping inside the dressing room and crossing it to press a hand to Hikaru’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and Hikaru just rolls his eyes, nudging him with a knee.
“Don’t be so dumb, okay?”
He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders in a playful manner before going to another corner, wrapping his arms around Chinen from behind. “Ne, Chii, I’m really sorry about how mean I’ve been… Forgive me?”
Chinen laughs, leaning back against him. “Maybe if Yuuyan goes shopping with me tomorrow?”
A bigger smile. “Deal.”
He glances up, giving Yabu a small smile, gesturing haplessly at him. He’s sorry, isn’t he? Yabu just gives him an exasperatedly affectionate look.
“You’re in a good mood,” Keito comments from where he’s messing with his guitar. “I feel like it’s been a while.”
“I guess I finally feel like myself,” he says, plopping himself down next to Keito.
It’s cold, damp, and dark. Takaki can’t move, the shackles too heavy on his ankles and wrists, and so he lays there, the puddle slowly freezing him.
Tears crystallize around his still good eye, but he can’t block out everything he sees.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” he begs, on lungs that aren’t there, his chest empty, his heart gone.
And he knows he’ll never wake up.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: None; Takaki-centric
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Semi-AU - It’s him, but oh god, he hopes it’s not him all the same. His face is pinched and twisted, horrid, but it feels like he’s staring into a mirror.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Darkfic, gore, cannibalism, mindfuckery
A/N: Quick beta job by yararanger, written in the space of a very disturbing hour. I need to write something for that JUMP fic contest, but this is obviously not that fic. Such a mindfuck, oh my god, what did I just do. T_T This fic contains disturbing elements, do not click if you cannot, idek. Is this really going to be the 70th use of my c: takaki yuya tag?! sob
It’s cold, damp, and dark. Takaki can’t move, the shackles too heavy on his ankles and wrists, and so he lays there, the puddle slowly freezing him.
To death, he supposes, or maybe he wishes. Everything is ice cold blue and he wants to shut it out, but it’s harsh on his eyelids, even when he tries to hide from the light.
He comes in, and Takaki wants to vomit. It’s him, but oh god, he hopes it’s not him all the same. His face is pinched and twisted, horrid, but it feels like he’s staring into a mirror when his head is dragged up, a flash of pain smoothing over every other layer of pain as he stares into cold, cold eyes.
“I don’t think you deserve these,” the other him whispers, tracing a finger around one of Takaki’s eyes. He wants to flinch away, but the grip on his hair is too tight. “I don’t think you deserve these at all, but oh, no, I can’t take them from you, can I?”
Takaki stares into those eyes and wants to cry.
“But I think… I think…” the other one with his face muses, letting him go, dropping him onto the floor again like a rag doll, his hands smoothing over the rest of Takaki’s body, and there’s ice needles everywhere, but the scream gets caught in his throat, lodges there and makes it hard to breathe. “I think I’ll take your spleen…”
Takaki’s rolled onto his back and he stares in horror as the other him pushes his ragged shirt up and then plunged his hand into Takaki, right where his ribs end.
The scream that had been in his throat is suddenly ripped from him, followed by another, and Takaki’s not sure if he ran out of air or what, but the pain is exquisite and unbearable. He screams again, feeling the hand probing, seeking, and ultimately finding what it wants.
He watches his own face lick its lips as it pulls a crimson hand away, bloody treasure held triumphantly. “I can’t take your eyes,” he’s told, as a tongue sickeningly runs over what he realizes is his spleen. There’s blood everywhere, but the blood slowly turns to ice, sealing him back up. He gazes into cold, cold eyes, watching in voiceless horror as this thing with his face takes the first bite.
Takaki wakes up.
Yabu’s patience has been pushed far beyond normal limits, and it’s a miracle he hasn’t strangled him yet. “Takaki Yuya, we have been doing this since we fucking debuted. You have no excuse for messing up like this, especially for messing up this fucking badly!” He’s yelling and Takaki flinches away, dropping his eyes to where he’s having to ice his ankle, a misstep during a pre-concert run in Yokohama. “What the hell are we supposed to do with you like this?”
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Takaki murmurs, biting his lip. He knew the choreography by heart, really, or at least he should have by now. Ultra Music Power, wasn’t that what JUMP was? What had gone wrong?
But the more Takaki tries to think about it, the more he can’t, and something feels horribly wrong.
Yabu realizes he’s crying, the next barrage dying in his throat as he watches Takaki curl around himself.
“I don’t know what went wrong,” Takaki whispers, fumbling to wipe away tears while keeping the ice pack on his ankle. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
It’s gotten colder, if possible, Takaki stretched out on his back, watching his breath puff through the air like little ice dragons, curling upwards before they fade away.
He’s back again, and Takaki shudders as he licks away a trail of blood. It’s strange though… he looks warmer today, deep contrast to the air around them. He kneels next to Takaki, and Takaki feels so heavy, too heavy to move away, even as the terror shoots through him.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, running a fingertip over Takaki’s cracked lips. “I’ll let you keep those too…” Those fingers move down, past the cavity they’d created before, pressing in to his kidneys. “I want something more though...” And there’s a pause as chilled eyes sweep over his body. Takaki desperately wants to hide, but he can’t even move, eyes pinning him down. Or maybe it was the shackles. He’s still wearing those, isn’t he?
“I want your heart.”
A terrified sob escapes Takaki as those hands wrench his body open again, wider this time, both hands gouging into him, searching. He feels disgusting as cold hands curl around his heart, still beating wildly, and suddenly it’s being wrenched away from him. He tries to close his eyes, but there’s nothing he can do but stare as his heart is devoured.
Takaki wakes up.
Chinen shoves his arms away, scowling. “Geez, is it asking too much for you to at least act like you care?”
“I do care!” Takaki tries to insist, but then stops, because he’s not sure if he really does care. What had they been talking about?
It’s enough for Chinen and he’s turning, stomping away. “You’ve been pretty shitty lately, you know?”
Takaki stares at his back and then down at his hands, wondering what he’d done wrong. And then wondering why it doesn’t seem to matter.
Takaki isn’t sure what exactly he is, just that he’s there. There with him standing over him, but he can’t remember how he got there. Not all the way. It scares him, the not knowing, and Takaki knows he likes it that way.
“Of course I do,” the voice croons as he bends down; pressing a hand to where Takaki’s heart had been, and god, he can still feel it beating somehow, but it’s a weird ticking sensation, instead of an actual heartbeat.
“I want something more… You’ll give it to me right~?” the voice is wheedling, false in its honey, and a part of Takaki wishes that he’d take his stomach, because the constant nausea is blinding him from much else. “I want… oh, oh, I know what I want…”
Takaki’s body opens easily this time, yielding to the hands clawing at his flesh. He can’t even scream this time as he feels him clenching tight around his lungs, and then they’re just gone too, appearing in the cold air, as the other him gleefully holds up his newest treasure. Tears blur vision, but he doesn’t need to see it to know.
Takaki wakes up.
“What is wrong with you?” Takaki stares at Hikaru, wondering why he’s so angry, wondering if he’s ever been angry before. It doesn’t seem very Hikaru-like, but maybe Takaki just hasn’t realized.
He’s hissing and spitting like an angry cat though, advancing on Takaki. “It doesn’t bother you at all? What, do you think you’re somehow invulnerable? This is about all of us, but you’re just here, all sitting pretty and dammit, do you even think about how it’s like for all the others to have to deal with-“
“Shut up,” Takaki whispers, but Hikaru’s been holding whatever this is inside for too long.
“No, dumbass, you need to listen to me, because obviously nothing else is getting through that thick skull of yours and-“
“Shut up,” Takaki repeats, and something dark and ugly is growing inside of him and he doesn’t know what it is, but it’s filling him. “Shut up and leave me alone!” He shoves at Hikaru, this urge to wrap his fingers around the other’s fragile throat surging through him, but that’s wrong, isn’t it? He doesn’t want to hurt Hikaru.
But he hates him. He doesn’t know why, but he hates Hikaru and everyone else. It’s their fault, not his. “Just leave me alone,” he chokes out, and Hikaru picks himself up off the ground.
“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” the other murmurs, giving him a mistrusting look before hurriedly leaving.
Takaki finds himself staring at the mirror to his side and shudders. That makes two of them.
At this point, it doesn’t even seem to matter if he’s breathing or if he’s just a corpse now. Takaki can’t really care, not anymore. Everything is frozen, all the nerve ends where his body should be, but there’s nothing left.
Or maybe there is.
He appears again, and he’s like a breath of spring air, breezing closer. How does he do that, Takaki wonders, but stares up into those still icy eyes, shuddering, or wanting to shudder and not quite making it.
He’s smiling at Takaki and Takaki wishes he wouldn’t. It’s revolting and far too much like how he used to smile for comfort. “That was delicious… I like your anger. It’s so… poignant.” He’s kneeling next to Takaki’s head. “But I want more than that… I want you to watch.”
No screams, no resistance as he reaches in and removes Takaki’s liver, licking it in delight and slowly devouring it. Takaki watches, disturbed and fascinated. He can’t remember ever seeing him lick his fingers clean in such satisfaction.
“You see… I’m done playing,” this other him told Takaki, smiling down at him. “I’m done with you… soon you’ll be no good to me at all… but I have one last wish that you’ll grant me.”
A fingernail scrapes over his eyelid, and before Takaki could even process what happened, he’s ripping an eye out, and Takaki wishes he could scream, cry, or anything, as he leaves an empty socket behind, swallowing Takaki’s eye.
He wakes up.
For the first time, things feel perfect. He smiles as he walks to work, stepping inside the dressing room and crossing it to press a hand to Hikaru’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and Hikaru just rolls his eyes, nudging him with a knee.
“Don’t be so dumb, okay?”
He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders in a playful manner before going to another corner, wrapping his arms around Chinen from behind. “Ne, Chii, I’m really sorry about how mean I’ve been… Forgive me?”
Chinen laughs, leaning back against him. “Maybe if Yuuyan goes shopping with me tomorrow?”
A bigger smile. “Deal.”
He glances up, giving Yabu a small smile, gesturing haplessly at him. He’s sorry, isn’t he? Yabu just gives him an exasperatedly affectionate look.
“You’re in a good mood,” Keito comments from where he’s messing with his guitar. “I feel like it’s been a while.”
“I guess I finally feel like myself,” he says, plopping himself down next to Keito.
It’s cold, damp, and dark. Takaki can’t move, the shackles too heavy on his ankles and wrists, and so he lays there, the puddle slowly freezing him.
Tears crystallize around his still good eye, but he can’t block out everything he sees.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” he begs, on lungs that aren’t there, his chest empty, his heart gone.
And he knows he’ll never wake up.