Fandom 36: Liar (Viewfinder)
Title: Liar
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Viewfinder: A very, very yaoi manga that ventures into noncon about a photographer and the mafia.
Wordcount: 130
Taunt: My fandoms can do things with film you thought physically impossible.
Note: written for an anon challenge for sesame_seed
He's not stupid, no matter what that bastard says. He's not naive, either - he may be young, but he's seen enough of the real world to gain perspective. It's only that fucking bastard that manages to mess with his head enough to make him wonder why the hell he hasn't moved to a foreign country, like any sane person in his situation would do. He tells himself that he's staying because he won't back down, but that excuse stretches thin as he applies antiseptic to his injuries day after day.
He refuses to believe that this is love, because if it is, he'd be better off dead. He's not a masochist, but when that bastard smirks at him, he feels his blood pound and unwanted arousal surge through his system.
He tells himself over and over that he's not in love. On the good days, he might even believe it - but on the bad ones, he recognizes that only an idiot lies to himself.
Author: aishuu
Fandom: Viewfinder: A very, very yaoi manga that ventures into noncon about a photographer and the mafia.
Wordcount: 130
Taunt: My fandoms can do things with film you thought physically impossible.
Note: written for an anon challenge for sesame_seed
He's not stupid, no matter what that bastard says. He's not naive, either - he may be young, but he's seen enough of the real world to gain perspective. It's only that fucking bastard that manages to mess with his head enough to make him wonder why the hell he hasn't moved to a foreign country, like any sane person in his situation would do. He tells himself that he's staying because he won't back down, but that excuse stretches thin as he applies antiseptic to his injuries day after day.
He refuses to believe that this is love, because if it is, he'd be better off dead. He's not a masochist, but when that bastard smirks at him, he feels his blood pound and unwanted arousal surge through his system.
He tells himself over and over that he's not in love. On the good days, he might even believe it - but on the bad ones, he recognizes that only an idiot lies to himself.