[fanfiction) - untitled 01/10/07
Okay, second post today to make up for the general lack of stuff going on on my end recently. Wrote this today near the end of a six-hour break between lectures. took roughly 40 mins, and is seriously dark and heavy. More infor below, but you have been warned, okay? Concrit much appreciated, of course. I wanna know how you guys respond to this, particularly because of the content and the psychology of it.
Title: Untitled 01/10/07
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairings: Youkai!Hakkai and Gojyo.
Warnings: Most defintely NOT worksafe. This is dark, gory, involves rape and some seriously weird shit. You have been warned. rated NC-17.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, even though I want to. The story is my own property, and I will NOT forgive stealing!
Red mist. I hear a scream, piercing, high, I don’t want to die here. Blood pumping through him, gushing out of the hole I leave as I pull my hand out of his chest, the heart still held in it, pulsing even as it’s owner stills. Life is so glorious! But death is sweeter, and without it life is meaningless, so let them die gladly knowing their deaths have made their lives worthwhile!
There are no more left. Somehow, a moment of sadness and quiet falls upon me. The music of the screams is silent; the beautiful melody gone. The heart in my hand grows cold and still so I let it go; watch it bounce in the cool green grass and leave fresh bloody splatters there. I can smell the blood thick in the air but it is not enough. No thrill in it. Where’s the fun in spilling blood if it ceases to be alive? I want the pure life to remain, the not-death, a constant reminder of the death that I am. My counterpart. My equal. I must be balanced.
I hear a scream again, but far off, deeper in the woods and closer to the town. The thrill rushes through me again, and the vines on my skin twitch in anticipation. More blood to spill! More beautiful death!
I run.
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Closer now, and I can smell them, creeping up silently despite my swiftness, I am a shadow of death and when I arrive it will already be too late. Their sweat stings my nostrils, and their noise is louder - the tang of laughter is sweet against the screams and whimpers and the stink of sex. I stand poised in the darkness, ready to pounce when I see it; red. Beautiful red and cryhurtstopkillme. He’s held on the ground, hair vibrant crimson like spilled blood in the deep green grass. There is blood too, I smell it. The others are laughing and suddenly I am filled with wonder. My equal. My counterpart. My balance. The dead-not-dead and blood I have been searching for! He hurts, but I will do the hurting for us both.
The cry of pain as I dig my talons into the first one’s spine is delicious - it rings out clear and sharp and perfect as I crush his spine in a low grating counterpoint. The others freeze, stupid and silent without their laughter. No matter. Strawberries taste sweeter after pepper, and so their laughter shall provide the complement to their agony. The screaming starts. I care not for them even as I revel in the joy of their deaths - the one I want is found!
Once they too are gone, I turn to him. He looks at me and his gaze is dead, empty. Beautiful. I kneel beside him, lying where they left him. I reach out and curl my fingers into his hair. Soft. Soft and warm and redredred and all that matters is this. The sharp scent of salt catches in the air, and I drop my gaze to find the evidence of his tears. He’s still looking at me, the flare of life dull behind his eyes even though it thrums throughout his body. I long to taste this life, but his blood is too precious to spill. I lap at his face, following the salt-musk-fear until I reach the source. I lick the seam of his eyes and I am rewarded with more tears. He does not flinch; all fear has left him now. He is death-but-not and has lost all bonds. All but the one to me.
“Kill me.” The words are empty in the air as he looks up at me. I meet his crimson with my own emerald stare.
“No.”
He looks at me for a moment, confusion hiding behind the shadows of his eyes and I watch comprehension slowly dawn. Ah. Life. And I shall be death. I scoop him up gently and he wraps his arms around my neck. I take him home.
Crossposted to: saiyuki
Title: Untitled 01/10/07
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairings: Youkai!Hakkai and Gojyo.
Warnings: Most defintely NOT worksafe. This is dark, gory, involves rape and some seriously weird shit. You have been warned. rated NC-17.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, even though I want to. The story is my own property, and I will NOT forgive stealing!
Red mist. I hear a scream, piercing, high, I don’t want to die here. Blood pumping through him, gushing out of the hole I leave as I pull my hand out of his chest, the heart still held in it, pulsing even as it’s owner stills. Life is so glorious! But death is sweeter, and without it life is meaningless, so let them die gladly knowing their deaths have made their lives worthwhile!
There are no more left. Somehow, a moment of sadness and quiet falls upon me. The music of the screams is silent; the beautiful melody gone. The heart in my hand grows cold and still so I let it go; watch it bounce in the cool green grass and leave fresh bloody splatters there. I can smell the blood thick in the air but it is not enough. No thrill in it. Where’s the fun in spilling blood if it ceases to be alive? I want the pure life to remain, the not-death, a constant reminder of the death that I am. My counterpart. My equal. I must be balanced.
I hear a scream again, but far off, deeper in the woods and closer to the town. The thrill rushes through me again, and the vines on my skin twitch in anticipation. More blood to spill! More beautiful death!
I run.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Closer now, and I can smell them, creeping up silently despite my swiftness, I am a shadow of death and when I arrive it will already be too late. Their sweat stings my nostrils, and their noise is louder - the tang of laughter is sweet against the screams and whimpers and the stink of sex. I stand poised in the darkness, ready to pounce when I see it; red. Beautiful red and cryhurtstopkillme. He’s held on the ground, hair vibrant crimson like spilled blood in the deep green grass. There is blood too, I smell it. The others are laughing and suddenly I am filled with wonder. My equal. My counterpart. My balance. The dead-not-dead and blood I have been searching for! He hurts, but I will do the hurting for us both.
The cry of pain as I dig my talons into the first one’s spine is delicious - it rings out clear and sharp and perfect as I crush his spine in a low grating counterpoint. The others freeze, stupid and silent without their laughter. No matter. Strawberries taste sweeter after pepper, and so their laughter shall provide the complement to their agony. The screaming starts. I care not for them even as I revel in the joy of their deaths - the one I want is found!
Once they too are gone, I turn to him. He looks at me and his gaze is dead, empty. Beautiful. I kneel beside him, lying where they left him. I reach out and curl my fingers into his hair. Soft. Soft and warm and redredred and all that matters is this. The sharp scent of salt catches in the air, and I drop my gaze to find the evidence of his tears. He’s still looking at me, the flare of life dull behind his eyes even though it thrums throughout his body. I long to taste this life, but his blood is too precious to spill. I lap at his face, following the salt-musk-fear until I reach the source. I lick the seam of his eyes and I am rewarded with more tears. He does not flinch; all fear has left him now. He is death-but-not and has lost all bonds. All but the one to me.
“Kill me.” The words are empty in the air as he looks up at me. I meet his crimson with my own emerald stare.
“No.”
He looks at me for a moment, confusion hiding behind the shadows of his eyes and I watch comprehension slowly dawn. Ah. Life. And I shall be death. I scoop him up gently and he wraps his arms around my neck. I take him home.
Crossposted to: saiyuki