[Drabble] Image - Mao/Kouki
Title: Image
Status: Complete
Pairings: Mao/Kouki
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Disturbing Themes
Summary: Sometimes, things weren't what they seemed.
Disclaimer: *Insert disclaimer of choice here.*
Band(s): D=out, Sadie
Author's Note: Finished my Psy 150 test early, so have an hour between classes. After Rise Against's "Make it Stop (September's Children)" taken in a different way from the video. Based loosely on former Kouki's eating disorder problem.
A finger shoved deep into his throat as his body heaved, his body lurched, and the bile rose up his throat... He saw the chewed up bits of his food in the toilet as he spit up. Not done yet. His eyes shut tightly, bent over as he shoved his fingers further- jackpot- and in response, his body emptied his stomach's contents.
Pulling himself up, he stared at the contents and then to himself. He swiped the back of his hand across the corner of his mouth where saliva gathered. The eyes staring back at him were hollow, not himself. His eyes roamed his form, and he pinched the flesh on his hips. Too fat. Others were skinnier. He had to be like them. Not too heavy. People wouldn't like him like this.
The ridicule. The comments. He was tall, lanky, not short or cute like Hikaru, not a perfect height like Minase or Ibuki, not below average with a heartwarming smile like Reika. No. He was the 'monster' of the band, the mutated tall vocalist. Awkward in every right.
He slammed his fist into his reflection. There was no shatter, his fist connecting with the glass. Yet his reflection remained perfect. He had gotten too weak lately. Vomiting after every meal left him with just enough strength to drag himself through life.
"Kouki." The bathroom door opened before he could react, try to close it, save the skeleton in his closet. "What are you doing?"
Mao stood in the open doorway, examining Kouki bent over the sink, and then his eyes shifted to the contents in the toilet. There was a flash of recognition, then anger, that fire of anger in Mao's eyes. Lips curled into a deep scowl, the furrow of Mao's brow.
"How long have you been doing this?" Mao knew exactly what was going on in that sharp little brain of his; he caught up on Kouki's deteriorating energy level, the way Kouki pushed to cover any lack.
No answer. Kouki didn't have an answer to give.
"Fucking idiot." The fist slammed into his chest before Kouki could move out of the way, and he stumbled backward from the blow, gripping the counter to keep his balance. Mao turned away from him. Kouki was still bent over, bleached blond hair covering his face. "Do it again, and I'll kill you."
Kouki brought his face up, staring at the shorter vocalist's back, "W-what?"
"You're perfect the way you are. Fuck everyone else."
Kouki choked on a laugh, Mao did have a unique way of showing he cared, "Yeah... I suppose you're right."
Mao turned back, and Kouki could see the spark of confidence- power- in Mao's gaze and posture alone, "I'm always right."