coulda tripped out easy but i've changed my ways
Two requests done!!
Title: Prophet
For: lilydescend
Characters/Pairings: Kakuzu/Hidan
Rating: R
Warnings: Disturbing content, an "ouch" ending and (to quote a line from infinitefirefly) pseudo-sexual violence. I took some risks here, but I hope it turned out alright!
Prophet
The first thing he registered was the pain-pain that curled around his body in blazing tendrils. Hidan was used to pain, he was a connoisseur of it. But this pain was different. This pain didn’t pass this time, didn’t fade into comforting numbness. It reared up to greater heights, scorching through his body, like nothing he had ever felt before.
He told himself he was dreaming, repeated it over and over again like a mantra, but nothing changed. The pain was too intense now, too intense to even be called pain. It was hot and full and it was all he could feel. Everything else was dark and gone.
And then, as quickly as it had come the pain was gone. The fire was gone and replaced by something like ice, and all he felt was emptiness. Something had been pulled away from him and he had no idea what it was. All he felt was the terrible, arcing emptiness, stretching out immeasurably. And he saw nothing. Nothing but blackness seared onto his eyes.
A thought came to him, a truly horrifying one. Could this be nothing? Yes, yes of course this was nothingness. Nothing left to kill for and nothing left to die for. Not that Hidan had ever planned on dying for anything other than his God.
Where is your God now? Where are you now?
He was nowhere. He was gone. Gone but not dead. This was nothing. This was empty and scattered. He was empty and scattered. His blood was drained and yet he could smell it all around him, and taste it-bitter and metallic in his mouth.
Death would have been beautiful and triumphant. Death would have been whole and real.
This was nothing, nothing with the taste of blood and dirt on his tongue, and pain stroking his body in waves.
He wanted to cry out for Jashin, call to the God who had betrayed him. But the only name that passed his lips was Kakuzu, and he repeated it like a prayer, voice getting louder and louder. Kakuzu. Kakuzu. Kakuzu.
After what felt like ages, Kakuzu answered. Hidan could have wept with happiness then, to hear a voice so familiar and irritated. Sharp and real, it pulled his sluggish body from the darkness, pulled him out of the blood and rubble of emptiness…
It was still bright.
He reached up to cover his eyes, light abrasive and foreign. But his hand was hot against his face and he felt whole once more. But the emptiness, the painful, vast emptiness that had filled him earlier hung still, as if it had buried itself within him, too shallowly for him to forget about.
“Kakuzu?” He asked, voice surprisingly small.
“Hidan.” Kakuzu looked unimpressed, “Why the hell are you calling my name out in your sleep? Do you know-” He stopped speaking abruptly as Hidan brought his hands to trace over Kakuzu’s face. “What are you doing?” Kakuzu’s voice was hard at the edges, scratchy and rough and undeniably real. Hidan snatched at the hem of his shirt, eyes wide. His voice was still lost somewhere, still in his dark, empty grave.
Something was telling himself that he would regret this later, that he looked like a fool. But he couldn’t care anymore. He couldn’t shake the feeling; it was still too near, too near for him to be real once more.
It wasn’t normal. No, normally he would be able to shake it off. Normally he would not have called for Kakuzu in his sleep. But he was gripped by something now, a new fear that reared its head from the shadows. A fear of being swept once more into that terrible nothingness, with empty words echoing through his mind where is your god now? where is he? wherewherewherewherewhere….
“Hidan?” Something had changed in Kakuzu’s voice, perhaps he had noticed the frantic light in Hidan’s eyes, and the way his hands gripped and clawed at the fabric of Kakuzu’s shirt. “What happened?”
“Kakuzu.” The word still felt strange in his mouth, as if it didn’t belong, as if it wasn’t really there. “Y-you’re here, aren’t you?”
Kakuzu looked mildly inquisitive now, “What did you do, Hidan? Get mindfucked somewhere?” He spoke gently and firmly, as if berating a small child.
Hidan could only nod fearfully. He wanted to hold more of Kakuzu, to reach out and touch every part of his body, feel warm skin heat under his fingers, feel his hearts, each beating vivaciously as if they had something to prove. He wanted to hear words spill from Kakuzu’s mouth and tug at his coarse hair. He wanted so badly for Kakuzu to be there, to be real. He felt like a frightened child, utterly pathetic. But he didn’t care, no, he couldn’t care.
“Don’t leave…” He mumbled, “Never…”
Kakuzu only looked quizzical, as if he was quite unaware of the seriousness of the situation. “I’m not going anywhere.” He said slowly, kneeling down next to Hidan, who sat upright at last, pale fingers finding their way to Kakuzu’s face.
“Goddamn, Hidan, I’m here, I won’t leave!” Kakuzu snatched Hidan’s hand, holding it in a bone-crushing grip. “See?” His fingernails dug into Hidan’s pale skin and Hidan gasped at the welcome flash of pain. He stared down at the red welts that marred his hand, eyes wide. Again, he mouthed, once more. Kakuzu obliged, mouth set in a clenched line, wordless. The pain shot down Hidan’s arm, reminding him how to feel and he sighed with relief as Kakuzu’s hands tore at his wrist.
“More,” he whispered, “More.”
Kakuzu’s eyes showed nothing as he gripped Hidan’s arm, fingers leaving dark welts. His hands moved up Hidan’s arms, punishing every inch of pale flesh. Hidan writhed and gasped against the rush and sting.
“Fuck… He hissed, “Fuck, that feels good…”
Kakuzu’s mouth twisted into a grim smile as he moved forward to sink his teeth into Hidan’s neck, drawing salty blood. Hidan moaned under the touch, finally pushing Kakuzu off of him.
“Thank you,” He said, breath ragged and choked, “Thank you.”
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It was different from his dream in the end-different because it was not nothing. It was not empty. It was real. The pain, rushing through his body, bitter and sharp, was real. The dirt and blood all around him was real. The vibrations in the earth, strong and sure, were real. His anger, and the leftover adrenaline rush were real. He was real. He survived. He was not gone.
And Kakuzu would save him. Yes, of course he would. He would be back with his hard smile and harsh hands. And somehow he would save him. He wouldn’t leave.
He promised.
-end-
Title: Flood
For: blooming-cosmo
Characters/Pairings: Neji/Tenten
Rating: G
Prompt: Umbrella
Neji brought her an umbrella on their second date. “It’s going to rain,” he said, self assuredly, “I bought this for you.”
Tenten laughed and told him he was very sweet, “I don’t have an umbrella,” she said and he looked a little shocked. She shrugged in response, “See, I guess I just like to get rained on, you know? Maybe I’m just a little scared of being too safe. But I’ll use this one. Sometimes.”
Neji laughed a little and timidly took her hand, “Where do you want to go?”
They decided on a walk, because neither of them was hungry, or had money. So they walked, making small talk and holding hands, until it began to rain.
Neji reached for the umbrella but Tenten held it away from him, face teasing. “Come on!” She mouthed, pulling him along as she began to walk again, “You’ll like it, Neji.”
“I’ve been caught in the rain before.” He tried as hard as he could not to sound terse, but it still came out like that.
“Not on purpose.” Tenten said, ignoring his tone.
The rain was falling fast now, already developing into a torrent and the sky was slate grey and uneasy. Tenten could not have envisioned a better situation. She was already halfway to being soaked and Neji wasn’t any better off. His hair was hanging in dripping tendrils around his pale face. His blank eyes regarded the sky cautiously.
Tenten pulled him to her, “Live a little.” She whispered. He tore his eyes from the sky and took in her face, tanned and freckled with smudges of make-up around her eyes. He had always found her attractive, with her hard body and sweet face, but now he noticed how full and sensual her lips were, and the challenge that glittered in her faceted eyes.
“You’re right,” He bent down slightly and brushed his lips to hers, “It is better this way.”
-end-
Hope they were enjoyed :)
In other news, I'm heading out tommorrow for a short retreat at the barn :) just tuesday and wednesday, but I'll get some good riding in, and just like, help out around the barn &etc. So YAY XD Anyhoo, I'll be back wednesday night to let you all know how it went...and finish up that last request (Kankurou/Gaara...oh man)
♥
-tallah
Title: Prophet
For: lilydescend
Characters/Pairings: Kakuzu/Hidan
Rating: R
Warnings: Disturbing content, an "ouch" ending and (to quote a line from infinitefirefly) pseudo-sexual violence. I took some risks here, but I hope it turned out alright!
Prophet
The first thing he registered was the pain-pain that curled around his body in blazing tendrils. Hidan was used to pain, he was a connoisseur of it. But this pain was different. This pain didn’t pass this time, didn’t fade into comforting numbness. It reared up to greater heights, scorching through his body, like nothing he had ever felt before.
He told himself he was dreaming, repeated it over and over again like a mantra, but nothing changed. The pain was too intense now, too intense to even be called pain. It was hot and full and it was all he could feel. Everything else was dark and gone.
And then, as quickly as it had come the pain was gone. The fire was gone and replaced by something like ice, and all he felt was emptiness. Something had been pulled away from him and he had no idea what it was. All he felt was the terrible, arcing emptiness, stretching out immeasurably. And he saw nothing. Nothing but blackness seared onto his eyes.
A thought came to him, a truly horrifying one. Could this be nothing? Yes, yes of course this was nothingness. Nothing left to kill for and nothing left to die for. Not that Hidan had ever planned on dying for anything other than his God.
Where is your God now? Where are you now?
He was nowhere. He was gone. Gone but not dead. This was nothing. This was empty and scattered. He was empty and scattered. His blood was drained and yet he could smell it all around him, and taste it-bitter and metallic in his mouth.
Death would have been beautiful and triumphant. Death would have been whole and real.
This was nothing, nothing with the taste of blood and dirt on his tongue, and pain stroking his body in waves.
He wanted to cry out for Jashin, call to the God who had betrayed him. But the only name that passed his lips was Kakuzu, and he repeated it like a prayer, voice getting louder and louder. Kakuzu. Kakuzu. Kakuzu.
After what felt like ages, Kakuzu answered. Hidan could have wept with happiness then, to hear a voice so familiar and irritated. Sharp and real, it pulled his sluggish body from the darkness, pulled him out of the blood and rubble of emptiness…
It was still bright.
He reached up to cover his eyes, light abrasive and foreign. But his hand was hot against his face and he felt whole once more. But the emptiness, the painful, vast emptiness that had filled him earlier hung still, as if it had buried itself within him, too shallowly for him to forget about.
“Kakuzu?” He asked, voice surprisingly small.
“Hidan.” Kakuzu looked unimpressed, “Why the hell are you calling my name out in your sleep? Do you know-” He stopped speaking abruptly as Hidan brought his hands to trace over Kakuzu’s face. “What are you doing?” Kakuzu’s voice was hard at the edges, scratchy and rough and undeniably real. Hidan snatched at the hem of his shirt, eyes wide. His voice was still lost somewhere, still in his dark, empty grave.
Something was telling himself that he would regret this later, that he looked like a fool. But he couldn’t care anymore. He couldn’t shake the feeling; it was still too near, too near for him to be real once more.
It wasn’t normal. No, normally he would be able to shake it off. Normally he would not have called for Kakuzu in his sleep. But he was gripped by something now, a new fear that reared its head from the shadows. A fear of being swept once more into that terrible nothingness, with empty words echoing through his mind where is your god now? where is he? wherewherewherewherewhere….
“Hidan?” Something had changed in Kakuzu’s voice, perhaps he had noticed the frantic light in Hidan’s eyes, and the way his hands gripped and clawed at the fabric of Kakuzu’s shirt. “What happened?”
“Kakuzu.” The word still felt strange in his mouth, as if it didn’t belong, as if it wasn’t really there. “Y-you’re here, aren’t you?”
Kakuzu looked mildly inquisitive now, “What did you do, Hidan? Get mindfucked somewhere?” He spoke gently and firmly, as if berating a small child.
Hidan could only nod fearfully. He wanted to hold more of Kakuzu, to reach out and touch every part of his body, feel warm skin heat under his fingers, feel his hearts, each beating vivaciously as if they had something to prove. He wanted to hear words spill from Kakuzu’s mouth and tug at his coarse hair. He wanted so badly for Kakuzu to be there, to be real. He felt like a frightened child, utterly pathetic. But he didn’t care, no, he couldn’t care.
“Don’t leave…” He mumbled, “Never…”
Kakuzu only looked quizzical, as if he was quite unaware of the seriousness of the situation. “I’m not going anywhere.” He said slowly, kneeling down next to Hidan, who sat upright at last, pale fingers finding their way to Kakuzu’s face.
“Goddamn, Hidan, I’m here, I won’t leave!” Kakuzu snatched Hidan’s hand, holding it in a bone-crushing grip. “See?” His fingernails dug into Hidan’s pale skin and Hidan gasped at the welcome flash of pain. He stared down at the red welts that marred his hand, eyes wide. Again, he mouthed, once more. Kakuzu obliged, mouth set in a clenched line, wordless. The pain shot down Hidan’s arm, reminding him how to feel and he sighed with relief as Kakuzu’s hands tore at his wrist.
“More,” he whispered, “More.”
Kakuzu’s eyes showed nothing as he gripped Hidan’s arm, fingers leaving dark welts. His hands moved up Hidan’s arms, punishing every inch of pale flesh. Hidan writhed and gasped against the rush and sting.
“Fuck… He hissed, “Fuck, that feels good…”
Kakuzu’s mouth twisted into a grim smile as he moved forward to sink his teeth into Hidan’s neck, drawing salty blood. Hidan moaned under the touch, finally pushing Kakuzu off of him.
“Thank you,” He said, breath ragged and choked, “Thank you.”
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It was different from his dream in the end-different because it was not nothing. It was not empty. It was real. The pain, rushing through his body, bitter and sharp, was real. The dirt and blood all around him was real. The vibrations in the earth, strong and sure, were real. His anger, and the leftover adrenaline rush were real. He was real. He survived. He was not gone.
And Kakuzu would save him. Yes, of course he would. He would be back with his hard smile and harsh hands. And somehow he would save him. He wouldn’t leave.
He promised.
-end-
Title: Flood
For: blooming-cosmo
Characters/Pairings: Neji/Tenten
Rating: G
Prompt: Umbrella
Neji brought her an umbrella on their second date. “It’s going to rain,” he said, self assuredly, “I bought this for you.”
Tenten laughed and told him he was very sweet, “I don’t have an umbrella,” she said and he looked a little shocked. She shrugged in response, “See, I guess I just like to get rained on, you know? Maybe I’m just a little scared of being too safe. But I’ll use this one. Sometimes.”
Neji laughed a little and timidly took her hand, “Where do you want to go?”
They decided on a walk, because neither of them was hungry, or had money. So they walked, making small talk and holding hands, until it began to rain.
Neji reached for the umbrella but Tenten held it away from him, face teasing. “Come on!” She mouthed, pulling him along as she began to walk again, “You’ll like it, Neji.”
“I’ve been caught in the rain before.” He tried as hard as he could not to sound terse, but it still came out like that.
“Not on purpose.” Tenten said, ignoring his tone.
The rain was falling fast now, already developing into a torrent and the sky was slate grey and uneasy. Tenten could not have envisioned a better situation. She was already halfway to being soaked and Neji wasn’t any better off. His hair was hanging in dripping tendrils around his pale face. His blank eyes regarded the sky cautiously.
Tenten pulled him to her, “Live a little.” She whispered. He tore his eyes from the sky and took in her face, tanned and freckled with smudges of make-up around her eyes. He had always found her attractive, with her hard body and sweet face, but now he noticed how full and sensual her lips were, and the challenge that glittered in her faceted eyes.
“You’re right,” He bent down slightly and brushed his lips to hers, “It is better this way.”
-end-
Hope they were enjoyed :)
In other news, I'm heading out tommorrow for a short retreat at the barn :) just tuesday and wednesday, but I'll get some good riding in, and just like, help out around the barn &etc. So YAY XD Anyhoo, I'll be back wednesday night to let you all know how it went...and finish up that last request (Kankurou/Gaara...oh man)
♥
-tallah