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Title: Cleansing Feel
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC -17
-Characters: Gokudera, Gokudera's father
-Warnings: Child Abuse, Animal Abuse, Implied Incest ,Torture, Gore, God-Complex.
Wordcount: 900(946)
Notes: --- N/A
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When he was a child there was a room he'd have to go in for periods of time; the reason strayed all over the board: misbehaving, living, breathing, sleeping, being (the child of such a distasteful woman) a child with such outlandish hair. He was locked down there in the darkness and allowed to claw at the walls and beg on his knees for his father, for his mother, for his sister for anyone until his fingers bloodied and he'd worn his fingers to the stump (Scar tissue useful) and torn his fingernails off. Only then did the door open and his body would spasm, the light from outside the dark room too much after being locked away like a skeleton in the closet.
His father would enter and whisper sweet words, tell him what a child he was, how he'd make a name of himself later (without their name, that he'd be disowned in due time), how the only reason he was being beaten was so his sin could be washed away. Gokudera would cry and thank him, get his blood on the clean fabric of his father's slacks and whisper in his childish Italian, "thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou"
"What a selfish child," He would hear his father murmur as he brought the cat o'ninetails down on his son. Silently, as his back bled his tainted blood, Gokudera would agree with the words his father bore down upon him like the whip; words whispered, uttered, said by God should be listened to.
"selfishselfishselfishchildIam"
Then, whipped and tenderized and a bleeding, bloody, gory mess, Gokudera would see the sun- the blue sky and green grass he never got the chance to play with; the flowers red pink and blue would move in the wind. He cried because it hurt to see an untouchable dream flicker through his mind like fireflies and not because his father had started to pour boiling water on his back. He couldn't even hear what his father was telling him and he knew he'd go to hell because ignoring the voice of God is a sin but the wind, the laughter, the birds and chipmunks all stole his eardrums.
He would be rolled over onto his back after the whipping and his back would sting against the orchids, against the flowers of death, and his father would continue saying what he thought like the prestigious man he was. Gokudera was infatuated quickly, within seconds, like only a child could be; the lips of God, the eyes, the kind caring eyes of God. His father wasn't selfish, like he was, his father took the time out of his day, his busy schedule, to try and purge his son's sin. Gokudera then cried not because of his dreams flittering out like a dying bird, not because he was selfish, but because he had such a selfless father that did everything in his power to cure him of deadbeat blood.
Once finished, once he had his shirt back on (covering his shoulders, the broken welts clumped together along his skin and bone back), he was released from the room and he would bound out with a grin; being touched by the hand of God a joyous thing. In his room he would bring out his pet mouse and play with it, let it crawl over his hand and nibble on his broken fingernails until he realized its fur was gray; storms and his own very hair filled his eyes (the sin, the burden of sin was with his mouse as well-). When he awoke, when he remembered something; when his mind righted itself from a state of vertigo, he'd already boiled his mouse alive to try and cure it as well. He didn't cry because obviously the mouse was already in hell if the steaming water couldn't cleanse it.
Eventually he realized the family cat, dog, bird all had gray; all bore sin as well, and he cleansed them as well as he could. His heart strings pulled for them because he had sin too, they were his peers and he had to help them with all his power. The cat was found outside in the backyard, stomach split down the center, orchids stuffed inside and cool blood water pooled in the open wound; the dog's legs were chained together with bungee cord and his collar pulled too tight; the gray hound's eyes were gouged out and inside the sockets more cooled blood water. The bird's neck was snapped and its wings pulled off, inside the beak the same cooled, once boiling, water was found. When his father asked, when God asked Gokudera why, Gokudera said, "sin,theyhavesinaswell. Ineededtohelpthem."
"Ican'tdoitaswellasyou"
The words his father spoke there brought Gokudera to his knees because he realized the man truly was the voice, the personification, of God: "No one can."
He was brought back to the dark cell, chained up to the wall and left there for days, the only liquid he was granted was the boiling water and he lapped it up like a dog. His father praised him as the wax was poured down his spine and rippled with his vertebrae; they are in heaven, you purged their sin but your hands are bloodied now because you have now I must purge you, darling child. Gokudera screamed and cried not because it hurt because the weights on his shoulders, the iron on his hands and down his throat were forced out of his body with every burn and it was the first time he ever came. God cleaned his body, pulled the ghosts inhabiting him out with boiling water, hot wax, and a caressing hand and it was all euphoric.
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC -17
-Characters: Gokudera, Gokudera's father
-Warnings: Child Abuse, Animal Abuse, Implied Incest ,Torture, Gore, God-Complex.
Wordcount: 900(946)
Notes: --- N/A
✵✵✵
When he was a child there was a room he'd have to go in for periods of time; the reason strayed all over the board: misbehaving, living, breathing, sleeping, being (the child of such a distasteful woman) a child with such outlandish hair. He was locked down there in the darkness and allowed to claw at the walls and beg on his knees for his father, for his mother, for his sister for anyone until his fingers bloodied and he'd worn his fingers to the stump (Scar tissue useful) and torn his fingernails off. Only then did the door open and his body would spasm, the light from outside the dark room too much after being locked away like a skeleton in the closet.
His father would enter and whisper sweet words, tell him what a child he was, how he'd make a name of himself later (without their name, that he'd be disowned in due time), how the only reason he was being beaten was so his sin could be washed away. Gokudera would cry and thank him, get his blood on the clean fabric of his father's slacks and whisper in his childish Italian, "thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou"
"What a selfish child," He would hear his father murmur as he brought the cat o'ninetails down on his son. Silently, as his back bled his tainted blood, Gokudera would agree with the words his father bore down upon him like the whip; words whispered, uttered, said by God should be listened to.
"selfishselfishselfishchildIam"
Then, whipped and tenderized and a bleeding, bloody, gory mess, Gokudera would see the sun- the blue sky and green grass he never got the chance to play with; the flowers red pink and blue would move in the wind. He cried because it hurt to see an untouchable dream flicker through his mind like fireflies and not because his father had started to pour boiling water on his back. He couldn't even hear what his father was telling him and he knew he'd go to hell because ignoring the voice of God is a sin but the wind, the laughter, the birds and chipmunks all stole his eardrums.
He would be rolled over onto his back after the whipping and his back would sting against the orchids, against the flowers of death, and his father would continue saying what he thought like the prestigious man he was. Gokudera was infatuated quickly, within seconds, like only a child could be; the lips of God, the eyes, the kind caring eyes of God. His father wasn't selfish, like he was, his father took the time out of his day, his busy schedule, to try and purge his son's sin. Gokudera then cried not because of his dreams flittering out like a dying bird, not because he was selfish, but because he had such a selfless father that did everything in his power to cure him of deadbeat blood.
Once finished, once he had his shirt back on (covering his shoulders, the broken welts clumped together along his skin and bone back), he was released from the room and he would bound out with a grin; being touched by the hand of God a joyous thing. In his room he would bring out his pet mouse and play with it, let it crawl over his hand and nibble on his broken fingernails until he realized its fur was gray; storms and his own very hair filled his eyes (the sin, the burden of sin was with his mouse as well-). When he awoke, when he remembered something; when his mind righted itself from a state of vertigo, he'd already boiled his mouse alive to try and cure it as well. He didn't cry because obviously the mouse was already in hell if the steaming water couldn't cleanse it.
Eventually he realized the family cat, dog, bird all had gray; all bore sin as well, and he cleansed them as well as he could. His heart strings pulled for them because he had sin too, they were his peers and he had to help them with all his power. The cat was found outside in the backyard, stomach split down the center, orchids stuffed inside and cool blood water pooled in the open wound; the dog's legs were chained together with bungee cord and his collar pulled too tight; the gray hound's eyes were gouged out and inside the sockets more cooled blood water. The bird's neck was snapped and its wings pulled off, inside the beak the same cooled, once boiling, water was found. When his father asked, when God asked Gokudera why, Gokudera said, "sin,theyhavesinaswell. Ineededtohelpthem."
"Ican'tdoitaswellasyou"
The words his father spoke there brought Gokudera to his knees because he realized the man truly was the voice, the personification, of God: "No one can."
He was brought back to the dark cell, chained up to the wall and left there for days, the only liquid he was granted was the boiling water and he lapped it up like a dog. His father praised him as the wax was poured down his spine and rippled with his vertebrae; they are in heaven, you purged their sin but your hands are bloodied now because you have now I must purge you, darling child. Gokudera screamed and cried not because it hurt because the weights on his shoulders, the iron on his hands and down his throat were forced out of his body with every burn and it was the first time he ever came. God cleaned his body, pulled the ghosts inhabiting him out with boiling water, hot wax, and a caressing hand and it was all euphoric.