Edge
Here it is: my new fanfic! It's not even half-way finished and not really how it is ment be. Here's just a mere sketch, yet if I'm too lazy to overwrite it I'll just leave it as it is. I plan to keep it short so after this one or two parts will follow tops!!!
Please enjoy part one^^
Warnings: Chapert contains explicit sexual content and may not be appropriate for minors!
Part 1
Hanari Kioshi was on his way home from work. He was employed in a little agency and finally climbing the latter after five years. It wasn’t exhausting yet he was tired that evening. He passed the little somen shop, a bakery store and few little stores on his way. When he reached his flat his eyes widened in amazement. Infront his door stood a skinny person with a parker and a large bag around his shoulder.
“Kioshi-san!”, the person voiced as their eyes met. It was Usami Ryota. Usami walked towards him smiling and showing his with teeth. His cheeks were flushed. It was winter and it had snowed just seconds ago. His breath was clearly visible. Each time he exhaled a grey cloud appeared and faded shortly after.
“Usami-san?”
“You remember me?” asked Ryota after a moment of pause. He didn’t expect Hanari to still recall his face or even his name.
“Yeah. How have you been? Oh, how rude of me, please step inside.”
He opened the door and let him enter his apartment.
“I’ve been well, thanks. You seem to do well, too. You’re flat is nice”
“Thanks. Please give me your bag and jacket.” He did as commanded and handed him what he asked for. After putting them aside he invited him for a tea and showed him the living room. As they sat down they started to talk.
“Why the sudden visit?”
“I’m searching for work here. I couldn’t stand the air in that little town anymore. So here I am.”
Hanari watched him suspiciously yet with no emotion. Why was he here?
“Ah, Arita said you lived near the station and recommended a visit. And I thought it was a good idea. Is it allright to stay for a day or two? Sorry, I should’ve called before hand.”
Hanari remained silent. Was this really happening? Usami Ryota was sitting in his living room and asked to stay over. He was so innocent. His green eyes shined with joy and naivity.
He looked at him. Usami Ryota looked at Hanari Kioshi. He simply couldn’t believe it.
All what was in the past, all that he yearned to surpress, all he tried to condemn came back and slamming hard against his consiousness.
“Kioshi-san?”
“You just entered the lion’s cave…”
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“Hello? Kioshi speaking”
“Hi! It’s me.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Look, Imada’s giving a party this evening. You wanna come? There’ll be a lot of hotties there, too!”
“If Imada’s giving a party he should invite his guests, not you.”
“Oh, don’t be such a sissy. Are you coming or not?”
“We’ll see. I’ve got stuff to do for school. You know, some take effort in stuff like education.”
“Yeah. Well, we’d be happy if you came.”
“I will try. See you, Arita!”
“Bye.”
Kioshi really didn’t want to go to that party. He was feeling sick and tired. But he missed his friends nevertheless. And after all, he wanted to get outside once in a while. Breathe fresh air and walk without haste.
His chest started to ache again. It was too warm outside. Since he was a child he suffered from asthma. Yet it got better by the time he got 15 and now at the age of 18 he only had few problems with it. But sometimes the pain returns and it was hard for him to inhale. For that reason he created an imginary place to which his mind would drift in situations such as these. His paradise. He rested there for a while until the aching faded and walked on.
It was dark when he arrived at Imada’s place. It was stuffed with people already and he had a hard time entering and finding the host.
“Kioshi-chan!! You came!” Arita spotted him and welcomed him warm-heartedly just like the others who right ahead offered him drinks.
He walked across the room to get something to eat as he turned around. In a corner stood a person leaned against the wall and holding a glas in his right hand. Kioshi couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He froze. Suddenly he got pushed from behind and lost that person out of sight.
Around 11pm half of the guest took the leave. It was a relaxing atmosphere now. They sat together at the table and talked. And there he was again. The one he spotted early the evening.
“Oi, Usami-chan! C’mere and drink with me!”, shouted Arita. The person laughed, raised his glas and drank with Arita. ‘Usami…’ He finally knew his name.
He looked at him the whole time. He didn’t adjust his sight for once. But he never caught eye contact. He wasn’t beeing noticed at all. Not that he minded. He just enjoyed watching. Like this it was better to observe. It is allways better to observe when the prey isn’t noticing the beast. It behaves unconsciously. Just like it always does. And the beast gets an impression of it’s behaviour so that it can easily hunt it down if it desires.
He muted his surroundings to filter Usami’s voice from the others to hear just him and nothing else. He listened to the sound of his voice. To recognize it and recall it over and over again. It was so sweet and beautiful. With each tone his insides shiffered. It pierced through him like a blade leaving burning scars.
“Don’t just sit there, Kioshi!“ Arita called him over. He looked in his direction. Next to him sat Usami. Kioshi’s heart was throbbing. “Do you know Usami?” ‘…yes’ “No. Nice to meet you” He smiled. “I am Kioshi Hanari.”
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“What do you mean?” Usami didn’t understand what Kioshi just said. Was this a kind of joke? If so he had a strange sense of humor. Kioshi put down his cup on the table and stood up. He locked the door and walked over to Usami.
“If this is a joke it’s not funny.” Usami felt adrilanine emitting in his guts. Kioshi looked scary. As he approached him he tried to back of but came to his limits as his back touched the wall.
“Kioshi, what…”
Hanari bent down to Usami. His eyes were cold and blank. As his lips almost touched Usami’s he felt pain streaming from his stomach. Usami kicked him hard and tried to escape. Kioshi got hold of himself as well as of the lamp left of him. Usami tried to unlock the door but by the time it was unlocked his head got hit and glass shattered over the floor. He sank into Hanari’s arms.
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When he woke up he shivered. His head ached and his arm was bruised. He noticed he was lying in bed. When he wanted to get up he felt something tearing him back. He was cuffed to the bed. Looking down on himself he saw that he was naked. “What…” Usami was shocked. The room was completely dark. Only the light shining through the door lightened it up a little so he could discover his own sillhouette. He sensed a presence. In the door stood Kioshi. He crossed his arms in front his chest and leaned against the door frame.
“What is the meaning of this? Let me go right now!” Usami shouted. He was afraid. Kioshio was beeing strange.
“You are in no position to give me orders.” said Kioshi coldly.
He walked towards him and sat down beside him. Usami remained silent. Hanari reached out a hand and caressed his shoulders. Suddenly he felt another kick from behind causing his back to ache and his heart to pause for a second. “Don’t touch me, you psycho! Untie me right now or…” Kioshi glared at him with fury and grabbed his throat, pushing him onto the pillow. The collision was causing Usami to choke for a second. The hand around his neck tightened and it was painful to breathe. Kioshi’s face was right in front of him: “Or what? What would you do? Scream?!” He tightend his grip more so that Usami choked and squirmed. His eyes filled with tears. Before he fainted he loosened up. He positioned himself above Usami without him noticing. Suddenly greedy hands explored Usami’s chest examining his nipples and searching their way down to his crutch: “Wha… What are you doing?! Stop! I said stop!!! Ah!” Kioshi didn’t stop. He ran his tounge over Usami’s neckline and nibbled at his collar bone. He stroked on his member until it reacted the way he intended but it didn’t. It was too terrefying. Usami cryed for help and squiremd under Kioshi’s grip. He begged for release but Hanari showed no reaction. Suddenly Usami felt something invading him from behind. “What is that? It… it hurts!” Again no reaction. Fingers invaded his inner arts and played with his insides. Kioshi listened carefully to Usami’s every moan and scream as he played him. He could and no longer wanted to hold back. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something thicker and harder. Usami‘s hands were pushed against the pillow so that he couldn‘t defend himself. “AH! What… uh! What’s that?! Pull it out! AHH!… it hurts so much….please! Oh!” He gasped and couldn’t breathe. Hanari thrusted deep inside him digging himself in Usami and savouring each impact. He hit him hard and rough. Blood dripped from Usami’s thighs. It’s colour matched perfectly to the pale shade of his skin. He wished the light was brighter so he could recall the image later over and over again.
He felt his orgasm was near. He increased the pace and intensity. Listening to Usami’s voice brought him to the edge of insanity, again. Why was he so captivated by him? Why was this boy driving him crazy? He didn’t knew and he didn’t care. All that counted now was that Usami was here, in his reach, around him. All there was was Usami and more he didn’t need. Soon Usami will be the same. He will need Kioshi. He won’t be able to live without him anymore. He will take care of it. Even if he will never touch Usami’s heart at least his body will yearn for his. He will create and maintain the chains that will bond them to each other for ever. Carefully. Thoroughly. Passionately.
He gripped Usami’s hands tighter as he released himself inside him. He looked at Usami. He was so beautiful. Too beautiful. A long forgotten wish returned. Always, he always wanted to do this to him. Everytime he saw him.
‘People want to destroy what is beautiful’ - That sentence echoed in his mind over and over again as he watched Usami passing out from pain.
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Sommer hollidays were about to start and Kioshi was invited to go out for karaoke by Aimi. She was cute and very nice. They were together for almost a year now. She picked him up after school and walked to the station. It was a lovely day.
They talked about their teachers and how final exams have been. Nothing special. She was his first girlfriend and younger than him by two years. And although she was only 14 her body didn’t make the impression of a teenager.
They passed many people at the station. All seemed busy with themselves and hurried past them. They stood at the tracks waiting for the train to come. Suddenly Kioshi felt the urge to look across the tracks. There stood a person leaned against a commercial poster. He wore a T-shirt with one black stripe stretching from his left wrist over his shoulders to his right wrist. He had dark hair, brown. His eyes reflected the sun so it seemed. He seemed bored or disappointed or annoyed. Kioshi was captivated. It wasn’t like this boy was someone special, he was like every other person. Someone normal. But not to Kioshi. He simply couldn’t avert his gaze from this boy.
“…ri? Hanari!” Aimi’s voice brought him back to reality. “Our train is here. Don’t space out like that while you’re with me” she said laughing and grabbing his arm tenderly. They entered the train and soon Hanari lost sight of him.
All day his thoughts circled around this person. ‘Why did he had that look on his face? Perhaps he missed the train. Or his exams weren’t good. Or his date was late. If he goes to school? He looks very young. Is he taller than me? Or younger? Definitely smaller but the age is hard to tell…’ He couldn’t forget him. He didn’t want to. Thinking about him made him calm. It relaxed him and made him forget what was around him. This boy was someone special.
He was his good-night story. His mantra.
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He took a shower after he dirtied himself and Usami. The water was cool and brought him half way back to senses. Usami’s screams echoed in his head and he enjoyed it. His wonderfully sweet voice yearning for release, begging the one who invades to let mercy be. His gorgeous face twisted in agony. Tears, misty blue tears dripping from his light green eyes and sparkling in the mere light. His tender fragile body twitching beneath him. It was wrong, surely. He knew it was wrong. But it didn’t stop him from enjoying it. Quite the opposite: Things that are forbidden are the more tempting. And exciting.
He looked into the mirror. The reflection of his face was staring back at him emotionlessly. Why was that? Wasn’t he happy? He should be. Usami….Ryota was here. He belonged to him! He showed him minutes ago and he will teach him! So why is he looking at himself like a dead?!
He wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the living room where he took Usami’s bag and hid it in the closet. As he closed the closet’s door he wondered if he’d ever put Usam’s bag out again. Maybe.
He went into the kitchen to prepare food. He wasn’t good at cooking. His dayly routine wasn’t anything fancy hence the reason for his skills: He would wake up in the morning, shower, get dressed, fetch a sandwich and hurry to work. There he would correct reports and do some researches on the present events. After that he would get home and fall into bed after making something to eat for himself which, as I said before, wasn’t something you could really call ‘food’. Moreover cup noodles or easy dishes. But now he would take effort in it. He was cooking not only for himself but for Usami. He would make a delicious Miso. With tofu and leeks. It was healthy and the taste wasn’t bad.
When the soup was done he walked calmly to his room to see if Usami was awake. But he was still asleep. So he stood beside the bed, watching him as he slept. Even now he was unbelievably gorgeous. He felt the urge to touch him. But touching him ment he would wake him and he didn’t want that. He just wanted to look at him. Just like before. Knowing that he was in his reach calmed him after long years of loss and at the same time almost drew him insane with desire. He wanted to touch him over and over again. To dig himself deep inside his flesh and revish him. He wanted to comfort him, caress him, kiss him, hold him, please him, fuck him, rape him, hurt him, cut him, squish him, eat him. He wanted to posess him completely. His hands were shaking in endurement.
“Mhh….” Suddenly he was looking in half opened eyes which tried to figure out who stood in front of them. Usami was awake.
“You…”, he squirmed when the dark tall person who raped him an hour ago sad calmly beside him holding something in his hands.
Kioshi reached out a spoon to Usami’s mouth but he refused to eat. He tried again and Usami took a sip. Right after he spat the hot liquid in Kioshi’s face. Kioshi was infuriated. How dare he? He made that soup for him! He couldn’t cotroll himself. He pushed Usami onto the bed putting the dishes on the cupboard. “No!!! Stop!!! You bastard…Ah!” Tears filled Usami’s eyes as Kioshi entered him. He thrusted deep inside him causing his insides to rip open. All the screaming didn’t stop him. “Stop! Pull it out!! Ahn!! Oh!!…no…uh” A rough hand digged itself in Usami’s hair and pulled it back so that Usam’s head fell in his neck. It hurt but he couldn’t separate the pain anymore. His mind was blank. It hurt so bad. He felt the urge to puke right here and right now. His gaze got blurry again. Just like before. His eyelids became heavy. The pain faded. He was about to faint when Kioshi pulled his hair again, harder while thrusting deeper inside him. “Don’t just faint. I’m not finished yet.” He kept penetrating him until he himself came after Usami shot his load across the sheets.
“You…bastard…” Usami sobbed into his pillow. Kioshi simply watched him fully satisfied. He saw the bruises in Usami’s wrist. The blood that dripped out of Usami’s ass. How his dark brown hair covered his face. All so unbelievably beautiful. Too beautiful. He, Usami, made his heart beat so fast it almost exploded out of his ribcage. What was this feeling? Was it any feeling? Or was it just lust, plain desire. Desire that made him what he is. A monster. Someone capable of everything. He stood up, took the plate with miso and threw it at Usami. It burnt his skin. He left the room and went into the shower.
His thoughts circled around Usami. Always. For years. Always Usami. He loved him. He figured it was love. But love is ment to be something good, right? Love is what makes you want to hold the one you love. It makes you want to protect them and prevent them from pain. You sherish them because you love them. For Kioshi few really accured. True, he cherished Usami. But he wanted to see him twisted in agony. The desire he felt for him almost hurt. Was it really love?
He walked into Usami’s room. In his hand he carried a bowl with war water and a sponge. “Wha..what are you doing?” Usami was anxious. He feared to be violated again. Kioshi didn’t say a word. He sat down and pushed the sponge into the water. “Don’t make a fuss” he ordered with calm but demanding voice. Usami did as ordered and held still. Kioshi started cleaning him. He hurt him real bad, he noticed that while doing.
“Why are you doing this to me?”, asked Usami.
“Because you are dirty. Shoud I stop?”
“No. Why are you keeping me here and…do…this stuff to me?”
“…”
He continued to wash Usami. Every part. Carefully. He wanted to make sure to not miss a spot. When he was finished he was about to get back to the kitchen. “Kioshi-san!” He turned around. How he loved to hear Usami’s voice. But what he saw made him realise.
Usami looked at him with big eyes staring at him with a furious gace. His orbs sparkled with pride he never saw in someone’s eyes before. His insides heated up. His heart beated as fast as never before. He felt neither love nor affection. He felt hatred. Pure hatred. He hated Usami. He probably always has but who could tell.
He fled into the kitchen ignoring Usami’s shouts and calls. If he had turned he didn’t know what might had happened.
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“That is a pretty flower!” shouted Hanari while pointing at a daisy in his auntie’s garden.
“Yes, you’re right. It really is pretty.” replied his aunt patting his head.
He looked at it exploring it’s culm, it’s blossoms, it’s pollen. It was perfect. And then he wondered.
“Auntie, why do people pluck flowers? They took so long to grow and look so pretty why do they pick them?”
His aunt was a bit amazed and considered for a second before answering Hanari’s question.
“You, see, Hanari, people want to destroy what is beautiful. That is because people want to possess what is beautiful.”
He didn’t understand those words back then as a child but he fully understood them now.
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Hope you liked it so far^^
It's nothing sadistic yet so all that will await you in part two I guess. Just see this part as the prologe of this one n_____n""
Please tell me what you think of this story, or mistakes or any suggestions? I'll appreciate it ^3^
Thanks for ready!