Fan fic: 49 song inspirations [14]
Project: 49 song inspirations
Title: Filthy pure #14
Song: Wash Away Those Years by Creed
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: The Gazette
Pairing: Reita x Kai
Rating: PG15
Genre: Angst
Chapters: one shot / drabble
Warning: Rape
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone at all. No matter whom they are or where they are.
Summary: What’s the use? When his soul has been tainted...
Comments: Erm, yes. Was on the bus when I figured that I might as well write some more for this project. And fuck, my handwriting is too sloppy for its own good. Comments are loved!
01 Friendship, 02 Hollow Pain, 03 For Now, 04 Idiot Love, 05 I Am All That's Left, 06 Emergency Room, 07 Death Is Calling My Name, 08 Chocolate Treat, 09 Beginning, 10 Alive And Flying, 11 Love Like Hate, 12 Hope, 13 Marks, 14 Filthy Pure, 15 Up Against The Wall, 16 Insomnia, 17 The end, 18 Dream
On the dirty ground. He lies, not shedding any tears. Filthy as the street he lies lifeless on. Broken and left alone under a cloudy sky of darkness. Innocent stolen and nothing’s really left. Pants discarded and boxers dirtied halfway down his sore ass. Shirt ripped open. Missing just about every button. Eyes are blank. Nails broken and dirt underneath. Bleeding lip, abused by his own teeth. Random violence raped him. And now he can’t find any reasons to get up. Try to clean up his appearance. What’s the use? When his soul has been tainted...
Years have passed since that incident when he was young. Unable to forget. It has shaped his once so beautiful mind. With images and thoughts as awful as that shit filled night.
Months ago, his cheery drummer confessed of feelings harboured in his young heart. His pure, untainted heart. Opposite of himself. The filthy man that they made him. Scared and always looking over his shoulder.
Pain stinging inside, fearfully he rejected. Heart unstable. Unable to love. Unsure he ever could love the brunette, or anyone, like they deserved to be loved. Imagining he had no right to be loved. A person unworthy of something that pure.
The young man had not become distant. Or treated him any differently than he had before. For that, the blonde was relieved.
Once locked up in emptiness of solitude his apartment consisted of. Curtains always pulled shut. Little furniture. Neatly putting his things away all the times he returned. Night closed in and he’d drop half naked on his bed. Closing his eyes. Just imagining everything’s alright. He could not hide these tears streaming freely. Too tired, too hurt, to even try. Cause they were sent to wash away all those years.
Every night was a copy of the former.
Skin had gotten sensitive from years of horrid scrubbing. Every single time. Inside the shower. He’d feel the bruises returning. Marks spread across pale skin. Dirt, alcohol, spit, semen, memories and what not stuck to his body making him scrub, claw and break up the skin until he fell to weary knees. A sobbing mess in the stream of hot water. Soaking his naked body, wet hair clinging to his face, water creating a stinging pain as it trailed over self abused marks.
Each shower was a copy of the last.
Day afterwards he’d come to band practice. In a tank top. Not bothering anymore to hide it. Even though it was like this all the time. They’d all become concerned, shooting the exact same questions that he’d casually shrug off. Only causing more worry.
But there’s only so much one man can take.
So one bright lit morning. Early and the sun had just peeked out. Soft knocks brought a sleeping man out of his peaceful rest. Sluggishly he pulled on sky blue boxers before trailing down to his front door. Unlocking it he softly pushed it open to reveal a certain bassist who always sent his heart racing an endless marathon. Eyes widened. But before he could say anything the intruder of his sleep started to softly call the others birth name repeatedly.
Eyes visibly sad. Kai opened the door wider to let him in. A hand gesture. No words needed. Well inside, the door got closed and locked. Making their way inside. Sitting on the couch. Reita hung his head. Intensely staring at the floor. Kai pulled his own feet under him to sit directly faced towards the bassist. Waiting patiently for the words to come.
Lifting his head. Cocking it to the side. Only to lock tearful eyes with strong clear ones. Whispering softly. He told his story. Of how he had been wronged.
At the end. Hugs were given. Soothing words spoken. Amongst his affectionate shower came something he’d never thought could be possible. A confession of love and words of how it wasn’t possible because he was undeserving and unable to love. What was this inside of him? Struggle within self. Hands firmly clutching bare shoulders. He just got pressed closer to the drummer’s naked chest. Whispering his own words of love countless times in Reita’s ear.
“I’ll make you forget. Don’t you ever say again that you’re undeserving of my love. And never say that I can’t have yours. I’m vulnerable. Just as you are. But together we’ll wash away those years.”
If there’s someone to break one, there’s sure to be someone to heal that broken one too. I guess it’s to keep balance. Someone to mend what other damage.
A/N: OMG! I gang-raped my poor Reita-muse T_T
Title: Filthy pure #14
Song: Wash Away Those Years by Creed
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: The Gazette
Pairing: Reita x Kai
Rating: PG15
Genre: Angst
Chapters: one shot / drabble
Warning: Rape
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone at all. No matter whom they are or where they are.
Summary: What’s the use? When his soul has been tainted...
Comments: Erm, yes. Was on the bus when I figured that I might as well write some more for this project. And fuck, my handwriting is too sloppy for its own good. Comments are loved!
01 Friendship, 02 Hollow Pain, 03 For Now, 04 Idiot Love, 05 I Am All That's Left, 06 Emergency Room, 07 Death Is Calling My Name, 08 Chocolate Treat, 09 Beginning, 10 Alive And Flying, 11 Love Like Hate, 12 Hope, 13 Marks, 14 Filthy Pure, 15 Up Against The Wall, 16 Insomnia, 17 The end, 18 Dream
On the dirty ground. He lies, not shedding any tears. Filthy as the street he lies lifeless on. Broken and left alone under a cloudy sky of darkness. Innocent stolen and nothing’s really left. Pants discarded and boxers dirtied halfway down his sore ass. Shirt ripped open. Missing just about every button. Eyes are blank. Nails broken and dirt underneath. Bleeding lip, abused by his own teeth. Random violence raped him. And now he can’t find any reasons to get up. Try to clean up his appearance. What’s the use? When his soul has been tainted...
Years have passed since that incident when he was young. Unable to forget. It has shaped his once so beautiful mind. With images and thoughts as awful as that shit filled night.
Months ago, his cheery drummer confessed of feelings harboured in his young heart. His pure, untainted heart. Opposite of himself. The filthy man that they made him. Scared and always looking over his shoulder.
Pain stinging inside, fearfully he rejected. Heart unstable. Unable to love. Unsure he ever could love the brunette, or anyone, like they deserved to be loved. Imagining he had no right to be loved. A person unworthy of something that pure.
The young man had not become distant. Or treated him any differently than he had before. For that, the blonde was relieved.
Once locked up in emptiness of solitude his apartment consisted of. Curtains always pulled shut. Little furniture. Neatly putting his things away all the times he returned. Night closed in and he’d drop half naked on his bed. Closing his eyes. Just imagining everything’s alright. He could not hide these tears streaming freely. Too tired, too hurt, to even try. Cause they were sent to wash away all those years.
Every night was a copy of the former.
Skin had gotten sensitive from years of horrid scrubbing. Every single time. Inside the shower. He’d feel the bruises returning. Marks spread across pale skin. Dirt, alcohol, spit, semen, memories and what not stuck to his body making him scrub, claw and break up the skin until he fell to weary knees. A sobbing mess in the stream of hot water. Soaking his naked body, wet hair clinging to his face, water creating a stinging pain as it trailed over self abused marks.
Each shower was a copy of the last.
Day afterwards he’d come to band practice. In a tank top. Not bothering anymore to hide it. Even though it was like this all the time. They’d all become concerned, shooting the exact same questions that he’d casually shrug off. Only causing more worry.
But there’s only so much one man can take.
So one bright lit morning. Early and the sun had just peeked out. Soft knocks brought a sleeping man out of his peaceful rest. Sluggishly he pulled on sky blue boxers before trailing down to his front door. Unlocking it he softly pushed it open to reveal a certain bassist who always sent his heart racing an endless marathon. Eyes widened. But before he could say anything the intruder of his sleep started to softly call the others birth name repeatedly.
Eyes visibly sad. Kai opened the door wider to let him in. A hand gesture. No words needed. Well inside, the door got closed and locked. Making their way inside. Sitting on the couch. Reita hung his head. Intensely staring at the floor. Kai pulled his own feet under him to sit directly faced towards the bassist. Waiting patiently for the words to come.
Lifting his head. Cocking it to the side. Only to lock tearful eyes with strong clear ones. Whispering softly. He told his story. Of how he had been wronged.
At the end. Hugs were given. Soothing words spoken. Amongst his affectionate shower came something he’d never thought could be possible. A confession of love and words of how it wasn’t possible because he was undeserving and unable to love. What was this inside of him? Struggle within self. Hands firmly clutching bare shoulders. He just got pressed closer to the drummer’s naked chest. Whispering his own words of love countless times in Reita’s ear.
“I’ll make you forget. Don’t you ever say again that you’re undeserving of my love. And never say that I can’t have yours. I’m vulnerable. Just as you are. But together we’ll wash away those years.”
If there’s someone to break one, there’s sure to be someone to heal that broken one too. I guess it’s to keep balance. Someone to mend what other damage.
A/N: OMG! I gang-raped my poor Reita-muse T_T