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This is my first attempt at posting a fic, or actually a drabble. I'm rather simplistic, and so is my writing if you don't mind it. Lol. In any case, this idea popped in my head a few nights ago when I was re-reading my Viewfinder books. My eyes settled on the frame when Asami was cutting Fei's hand... the blood and his smile.
Title: [Drabble] Broken
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Summary: Asami saves Takaba. (Doesn’t he always… heh) But this follows a rather dark road.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
The darkness of my soul tainted him.
It wasn’t always this way.
It wasn’t noticeable at first. We always played our games. Our chase. The sex.
And then it became routine. We were almost always predictable.
He got comfortable. Perhaps, so did I.
The light of his eyes changed. Slowly. I thought it was acceptance. The final truth of his being mine.
But it wasn’t. I didn’t watch him all the time. I didn’t see how much he changed until it hit me in the face.
He was kidnapped. Nothing new there. It made me upset, angry to think that he was so easily captured, but instead of seeing him tremble with worry when I saved him, he smiled.
It was a dark and cruel smile. One that I’ve seen on my own face too many times.
He grabbed the gun from my own holster and clicked off the safety much too easily. I was completely shocked from his actions to move, even more so when I heard the bang that sent a chunk of metal into his kidnapper’s head.
Blood splattered all over his face, painting his cruel visage.
I knew.
I finally knew that he was broken.
He was mine. His soul was mine, and I had destroyed it.
I killed the innocence that was in him. After all, a man could only take so much until he drowned in the darkness that he tasted.
I don’t want him to become me… I don’t… I don’t want to have to…
I’m sorry, Akihito.
Title: [Drabble] Broken
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Summary: Asami saves Takaba. (Doesn’t he always… heh) But this follows a rather dark road.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't mind owning them, but alas, I don't. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
The darkness of my soul tainted him.
It wasn’t always this way.
It wasn’t noticeable at first. We always played our games. Our chase. The sex.
And then it became routine. We were almost always predictable.
He got comfortable. Perhaps, so did I.
The light of his eyes changed. Slowly. I thought it was acceptance. The final truth of his being mine.
But it wasn’t. I didn’t watch him all the time. I didn’t see how much he changed until it hit me in the face.
He was kidnapped. Nothing new there. It made me upset, angry to think that he was so easily captured, but instead of seeing him tremble with worry when I saved him, he smiled.
It was a dark and cruel smile. One that I’ve seen on my own face too many times.
He grabbed the gun from my own holster and clicked off the safety much too easily. I was completely shocked from his actions to move, even more so when I heard the bang that sent a chunk of metal into his kidnapper’s head.
Blood splattered all over his face, painting his cruel visage.
I knew.
I finally knew that he was broken.
He was mine. His soul was mine, and I had destroyed it.
I killed the innocence that was in him. After all, a man could only take so much until he drowned in the darkness that he tasted.
I don’t want him to become me… I don’t… I don’t want to have to…
I’m sorry, Akihito.