[FIC] NewS - in this hell
Title: in this hell (I've got you)
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of child abuse, insanity (not the good kind), general dark-ish theme, incest, angst)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I'll be honest and admit that this one struck certain chords with me for personal reasons. Heed the warnings, please. For superkeshigomu, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event.
She’s waiting outside their bedroom door when Takahisa slips in through the window. He can hear her there, sobbing, loud and dramatic. It’s tolerable now, but he knows it be long before she works herself back up into hysterics. When she doesn’t get the response she wants, she’ll just get angry all over again.
He finds Yuya sitting on the floor by the foot of their bed. (Their bed, because the room isn’t big enough for two and, anyway, even if it were, they couldn’t afford the second mattress.) The younger boy is curled up there, knees to chest, watching the door cautiously. There are books spread around him, an open notebook near his feet, a broken pencil wedged into the spot where wall meets floor. He must’ve been in the middle of homework, then, when she started up.
“Hey,” Takahisa murmurs, for lack of anything better, crossing his legs and sliding down to sit beside his little brother. (Half-brother, his mind reminds him, because it eases the guilt, just a little.)
Yuya glances in his direction for a moment, but otherwise doesn’t move. “…hey.” Their shoulders brush as Takahisa slides down to sit beside him, and Yuya tenses for only a moment before relaxing against him. There’s a redness blossoming against his cheek, familiar and in the shape of a handprint, and the sight of it sparks a deep, painful sort of sadness in him, because he knows, only too well, what had to have happened before Yuya managed to get her out and away.
It hurts to think about, so instead, Takahisa loses himself to a moment of impulsiveness, tips forward to press a kiss to the bruising skin there, very softly.
“Are you okay?” He asks when he pulls away, and there’s a hidden meaning there, a million questions bundled into three little words. He reaches out as he says it, drapes an arm around his brother’s shoulders, draws Yuya close and lets him curl against his chest, tuck his head under his chin, and yes, he fits there nicely, like they were made for this, and the guilt starts to lessen as their mother’s crying builds up into a crescendo of screaming that the door can’t quite muffle.
But it doesn’t matter, because the noise of her is drowned out by the sound of Yuya’s soft, relieved little sigh, and the words she’s spewing fade into background static when compared to the feel of gentle, delicate little kisses being pressed against his collarbone.
And when the younger boy murmurs, very quietly, “I am now,” and then tilts his head up to brush his lips against Takahisa’s, everything else melts away completely, until it’s just them in the world, against the world, the way it’s always been.
And, in that moment, Takahisa thinks he can be content with that.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of child abuse, insanity (not the good kind), general dark-ish theme, incest, angst)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: I'll be honest and admit that this one struck certain chords with me for personal reasons. Heed the warnings, please. For superkeshigomu, as part of my Happy Birthday!! event.
She’s waiting outside their bedroom door when Takahisa slips in through the window. He can hear her there, sobbing, loud and dramatic. It’s tolerable now, but he knows it be long before she works herself back up into hysterics. When she doesn’t get the response she wants, she’ll just get angry all over again.
He finds Yuya sitting on the floor by the foot of their bed. (Their bed, because the room isn’t big enough for two and, anyway, even if it were, they couldn’t afford the second mattress.) The younger boy is curled up there, knees to chest, watching the door cautiously. There are books spread around him, an open notebook near his feet, a broken pencil wedged into the spot where wall meets floor. He must’ve been in the middle of homework, then, when she started up.
“Hey,” Takahisa murmurs, for lack of anything better, crossing his legs and sliding down to sit beside his little brother. (Half-brother, his mind reminds him, because it eases the guilt, just a little.)
Yuya glances in his direction for a moment, but otherwise doesn’t move. “…hey.” Their shoulders brush as Takahisa slides down to sit beside him, and Yuya tenses for only a moment before relaxing against him. There’s a redness blossoming against his cheek, familiar and in the shape of a handprint, and the sight of it sparks a deep, painful sort of sadness in him, because he knows, only too well, what had to have happened before Yuya managed to get her out and away.
It hurts to think about, so instead, Takahisa loses himself to a moment of impulsiveness, tips forward to press a kiss to the bruising skin there, very softly.
“Are you okay?” He asks when he pulls away, and there’s a hidden meaning there, a million questions bundled into three little words. He reaches out as he says it, drapes an arm around his brother’s shoulders, draws Yuya close and lets him curl against his chest, tuck his head under his chin, and yes, he fits there nicely, like they were made for this, and the guilt starts to lessen as their mother’s crying builds up into a crescendo of screaming that the door can’t quite muffle.
But it doesn’t matter, because the noise of her is drowned out by the sound of Yuya’s soft, relieved little sigh, and the words she’s spewing fade into background static when compared to the feel of gentle, delicate little kisses being pressed against his collarbone.
And when the younger boy murmurs, very quietly, “I am now,” and then tilts his head up to brush his lips against Takahisa’s, everything else melts away completely, until it’s just them in the world, against the world, the way it’s always been.
And, in that moment, Takahisa thinks he can be content with that.