[Minific] Slipping - Chapter 1 [A Matter of Time]
Series: Slipping [1/3]
Title: A Matter of Time
Author: takegamiteijiro [larkir]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Blood, drug usage
Summary: The drugs are the only way to control himself.
Word Count: 571
Prompt: by larkir - Overdose
Fandom: Mr. Brain
Character/Pairing: Takegami Teijiro [Gackt]
The last time. It was the last time. He would learn to control himself; he told himself that every time.
Staggering into the dimly-lit bathroom, hands bloodied from self-inflicted injuries groped unsteadily for the small orange bottle on the small shelf just above the sink counter. Uncapping it quickly, he shook the contents out into his hands, counting out one, then five, then twelve… The tiny, pristinely-white capsules sat in the palm of one hand as the other shut the bottle and replaced it on the shelf, a shaky kind of deliberateness in each action. His eyes drifted down to where he held the pills and he blankly stared at them as though ignorant of their use, face an emotionless mask before the oncoming storm, and without warning he burst into mad laughter, clenching his hand into a fist as he bent over the sink. Peals of mirth flew from his lips and his entire body quivered as his arm began to bleed again, thin rivulets of red sliding into the sink as he continued to shake with amusement -
Abruptly he stopped, breathing heavily. His fingers dug into the palms of his hands and the fist clutching desperately to the drugs turned upward; he spread his fingers to stare at the now-stained pills, filthy from the caking remnants of his own blood. Even one of the miniscule capsules could send the user on a euphoric high, but little by little, he had needed more, craved more… Groaning deep in his throat, Takegami Teijiro lifted his gaze to peer into the cracked mirror in front of him, his arms suddenly shaking as he fought with another bout of the insanity that constantly plagued him. As though he could no longer support his own weight against the countertop he pitched forward, catching himself mere millimetres away from the fractured reflection and then turning his face to it once more.
Bloodshot eyes stared back at him through a curtain of dark, messy hair and he gritted his teeth, jerkily raising the hand with the drugs in it to his mouth, reaching for the glass of cloudy water he had placed next to the sink earlier that evening.
His lips parted and accepted the pills as his fingers reached the cup, curling around it. The faintly bitter taste of the drugs was fleeting and he washed it away entirely with a gulp of water, setting it down and grasping suddenly at the doorframe as another shudder ran through his thin frame. Carefully stepping out of the bathroom, the man closed his eyes in an attempt to focus, his tenuous grip on reality waning as he pitched forward, all but collapsing on the floor as his muscles went into spasm and his vision blurred. Slowly, the waves of hysteria and dark draw towards madness seemed to recede, and as the drugs took hold he felt his heart pounding. Pain and ecstasy burned through his veins, setting his nerve endings aflame with sensation, and once again, he knew he had gone too far.
But even if it was an overdose, even if he knew one day he would crack under the strain and give into the urges that had been building within him… it was a way to keep himself sane. Letting his body relax and his mind drift away, Teijiro knew it would only be a matter of months before it really was the last time…
Written for the 'List of Doom [aka Our Challenge is Better Than Yours]' challenge.
Title: A Matter of Time
Author: takegamiteijiro [larkir]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Blood, drug usage
Summary: The drugs are the only way to control himself.
Word Count: 571
Prompt: by larkir - Overdose
Fandom: Mr. Brain
Character/Pairing: Takegami Teijiro [Gackt]
The last time. It was the last time. He would learn to control himself; he told himself that every time.
Staggering into the dimly-lit bathroom, hands bloodied from self-inflicted injuries groped unsteadily for the small orange bottle on the small shelf just above the sink counter. Uncapping it quickly, he shook the contents out into his hands, counting out one, then five, then twelve… The tiny, pristinely-white capsules sat in the palm of one hand as the other shut the bottle and replaced it on the shelf, a shaky kind of deliberateness in each action. His eyes drifted down to where he held the pills and he blankly stared at them as though ignorant of their use, face an emotionless mask before the oncoming storm, and without warning he burst into mad laughter, clenching his hand into a fist as he bent over the sink. Peals of mirth flew from his lips and his entire body quivered as his arm began to bleed again, thin rivulets of red sliding into the sink as he continued to shake with amusement -
Abruptly he stopped, breathing heavily. His fingers dug into the palms of his hands and the fist clutching desperately to the drugs turned upward; he spread his fingers to stare at the now-stained pills, filthy from the caking remnants of his own blood. Even one of the miniscule capsules could send the user on a euphoric high, but little by little, he had needed more, craved more… Groaning deep in his throat, Takegami Teijiro lifted his gaze to peer into the cracked mirror in front of him, his arms suddenly shaking as he fought with another bout of the insanity that constantly plagued him. As though he could no longer support his own weight against the countertop he pitched forward, catching himself mere millimetres away from the fractured reflection and then turning his face to it once more.
Bloodshot eyes stared back at him through a curtain of dark, messy hair and he gritted his teeth, jerkily raising the hand with the drugs in it to his mouth, reaching for the glass of cloudy water he had placed next to the sink earlier that evening.
His lips parted and accepted the pills as his fingers reached the cup, curling around it. The faintly bitter taste of the drugs was fleeting and he washed it away entirely with a gulp of water, setting it down and grasping suddenly at the doorframe as another shudder ran through his thin frame. Carefully stepping out of the bathroom, the man closed his eyes in an attempt to focus, his tenuous grip on reality waning as he pitched forward, all but collapsing on the floor as his muscles went into spasm and his vision blurred. Slowly, the waves of hysteria and dark draw towards madness seemed to recede, and as the drugs took hold he felt his heart pounding. Pain and ecstasy burned through his veins, setting his nerve endings aflame with sensation, and once again, he knew he had gone too far.
But even if it was an overdose, even if he knew one day he would crack under the strain and give into the urges that had been building within him… it was a way to keep himself sane. Letting his body relax and his mind drift away, Teijiro knew it would only be a matter of months before it really was the last time…
Written for the 'List of Doom [aka Our Challenge is Better Than Yours]' challenge.