ハローウィン 3/??
Author: evil_queen369 / spermargarita81
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut, horror
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Warnings: Poltergeists
Chapter: 3/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥ ハローウィンおめでとう。 o ( ^ - ^ ) o Please note that I have no idea what the interior of the mansion looks like, nor do I know of it's true background history. I'm making it up as I go. xD
“Snap out of it!” Slapping Uruha across the face wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. His eyes were still glued to the ceiling even though that thing had already disappeared. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t going to find out. I suppose it’s wrong of me to continue calling it a thing because it was actually a man, or boy, whatever you wish to call it. He looked as if he was in his mid-teens and unhealthily thin, his hair was short and framed his face elegantly. It wasn’t so much that he was scary, but the way he had no face one moment, and then had one the next, freaked me out just a bit; he looked as if his eyes were ripped from the sockets and blackened, and truthfully, it was enough to make me want to vomit. Blood oozed from the sockets and dripped over us sordidly, making me cringe and wipe it away the best I could. It didn’t matter how much I wiped it away because more dripped, and then he was gone; a small, what looked like, mist formed around him and there was nothing left.
Taking Uruha to a haunted mansion was probably a dumb idea. Neither one of us were hurt or anything, but Uruha was still zoned out, and I had no idea how to snap him out of it. His eyes were so distant despite how many times I slapped him and yelled at him; nothing seemed to work. I thought I had tried everything and it all seemed useless. I was beginning to panic as I continued to yell and hit him, but I didn’t want to hit him too hard and leave marks. I would never wish to hurt my lover like that, but I needed to wake him up in order to get us the hell out of there.
The house was quiet minus the small noises an old house made. It was too quiet to suit me, and without Uruha conscious I could feel the fear settling in. God, I did not want to be stuck in there on my own. It was hard enough to do anything with Uruha as a dead weight; I couldn’t just leave him there where that boy could get him, and I couldn’t carry him around the house with me because he would be too heavy. Uruha was by no means light, I mean he was a considerable weight and perfect for his size, but I wouldn’t have been able to carry him around without growing tired easily. I had to wake him up, even if it was in a stupid way because that usually worked for everything else. If Uruha was in a dead sleep or just heavily drunk, there was always one way to get his attention and keep it, or at least give his hopes up. It was sad that it was the only thing that usually worked, but at least it worked.
“Is that a duck?!” I gasped in false shock. Anyone who knew Uruha knew that he loved ducks. I’ve seen him chase them around at the local pond while trying to catch one. One year he even dressed up like one for the PSC Halloween party that was hosted at Keiyuu’s house. If anything could get him out of a trance it was a duck. It had worked though because not a second after I mentioned it, he had jumped up and looked around the darkened room as if expecting to hear a quack.
“Where?” Uruha’s smile couldn’t have gotten any wider, but of course it fell the moment he realized I had been lying, but it was for his own good. Even if he did get mad at me for ‘lying’ and being mean, he seemed happier after I told him we could visit the pond once we got home again, if we got home. I wasn’t sure if we would get out of the house because it seemed creepier than I thought. I had spent time reading about the mansion because it had always interested me. The thought of a haunted mansion so close to where I lived sounded enticing and thrilling. To be able to go inside and investigate on my own just sounded like a good idea at the time, and keeping my camera close to me sounded even better.
It wasn’t easy to convince Uruha to leave the room to go further into the house. He had seen enough and already wanted to go home, but the whole point of taking him there was to show him real horrors. All those ghost movies on television were nothing compared to the real thing. Horror movies tried too hard to scare people and ended up looking too corny. That house was the real deal and we weren’t going to leave just because of one run in with the Unknown.
Excitement was building up in me as I dragged him down the hall. I was going to get proof of the Unknown and I was going to rub it in my band mate’s faces. Ruki had always thought I was stupid for believing in ghosts and creatures of the sort. He had always said it was childish to believe in such things as much as I did, and all the television shows were fake. That’s the problem with Ruki, he never believed in anything other than the things he already knew existed. He was wrong though, they were all wrong, and even if it killed me, I was going to prove it.
The hall was dark and dingy. It was evident that the house had been abandoned for years and years, and even though there were still caretakers who came, it was still a mess and eerie. The wallpaper was old, discolored, and peeling. In it’s time, the house was a nice place and many people would go in and out. How it became haunted, I don’t know, all I know is that people who left had been found with rope marks on their bodies. All the websites and books I had read never mentioned if the people had died or whether they had lived, but I didn’t want to find out.
My hand tightened around Uruha’s. Every step we took caused the floor to creak beneath our weight. Uruha was tense beside me almost as if he thought another creature would come out after us. I was prepared for anything to come out of nowhere and attack us. Even if something did come after us, what could I have done? There is no way, that I know of, to defeat a ghost. There is no way to harm them or make them leave because often times they had died in the very place they chose to haunt, and there was no way they would leave willingly.
“Aoi, are you sure it’s alright to be in here? Shouldn’t we just go home?” Uruha whispered beside me as we passed through the halls as quietly as we could. I knew that somewhere that boy was laughing at us; it was all too comical to find two men frightened as much as we were, but then again it wasn’t normal to have sex in a haunted house and be caught by some strange dead thing.
It wasn’t alright to be in there, and that was obvious. The creatures in that house didn’t want us there disturbing their home so carelessly. Yes, we were trying to be as respectful as we could, but we couldn’t help it that the stairs were falling apart and the wood of the floors were breaking. The ghosts weren’t happy that we had even thought about visiting their home, and for that they were pissed. Uruha’s hand grasped mine tightly as a loud noise erupted from behind us. It was loud, so very loud, that it made my eardrums want to bleed. The only way to possibly describe the noise was that it sounded like static you would find on the television when the cable went out, but it was mixed with a hiss, but not just any ordinary hiss. It was angry and vengeful, and it wanted us out.
“Aoi, make it stop.” Uruha whined beside me. It was so loud and spiteful. Something was creeping up on us, I could sense it and I could feel its’ breath on the back of my neck. A shiver ran through my body, but I couldn’t let them know that I was affected by them. I had to be strong and show them that they couldn’t scare me, or at least I had to make them think they couldn’t scare me. Truth be told, I was shaking and trying to keep my composure the best I could. It would have been easy to just grab Uruha’s hand and run out as fast as I could, but I’m a man with pride, and I wasn’t going to let something freak me out.
Poltergeists weren’t nice to encounter, and I knew it had to be them making all the noise and lightly touching me. Poltergeists revealed themselves with disturbing noises that could make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. They weren’t pleasant at all, and I found myself pulling Uruha closer to me as if my hold could protect him from something that we couldn’t even see. Their hands were cold and emaciated. Without even looking I was able to tell that the nails were long and firm and razor-sharp. They danced along my shoulders contemptuously. I knew they were mad; they weren’t just mad, they were fucking pissed. They were pissed off that we weren’t giving in and leaving, they were mad because there was nothing they could have done to make me turn back. No, I wasn’t that easy to get rid of and they knew it. They knew I was going to do things my way and force them to watch. That is why I shouldn’t have been so surprised when those sharp nails dug into my back brutishly and inhumanly. The sound of tearing flesh was loud against the already earsplitting noises overtaking the house.
The cold air of the house reached the wounds on my back and made them feel even colder. My screams echoed through the halls as I tried to muffle them against Uruha’s neck. No one mentioned getting hurt in the brochure, I mean if there would have been one I don’t think it would have been mentioned. Uruha’s hand slid up my back and pressed against the deep gashes that were profusely bleeding. I could hear him gasp as he pulled his hand away and looked at just how much of my blood was on his hand, but that only made him mad.
We had a choice, and I knew that; we could either continue our journey through the hellish house or we could leave and keep our sanity.
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut, horror
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Warnings: Poltergeists
Chapter: 3/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥ ハローウィンおめでとう。 o ( ^ - ^ ) o Please note that I have no idea what the interior of the mansion looks like, nor do I know of it's true background history. I'm making it up as I go. xD
“Snap out of it!” Slapping Uruha across the face wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. His eyes were still glued to the ceiling even though that thing had already disappeared. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t going to find out. I suppose it’s wrong of me to continue calling it a thing because it was actually a man, or boy, whatever you wish to call it. He looked as if he was in his mid-teens and unhealthily thin, his hair was short and framed his face elegantly. It wasn’t so much that he was scary, but the way he had no face one moment, and then had one the next, freaked me out just a bit; he looked as if his eyes were ripped from the sockets and blackened, and truthfully, it was enough to make me want to vomit. Blood oozed from the sockets and dripped over us sordidly, making me cringe and wipe it away the best I could. It didn’t matter how much I wiped it away because more dripped, and then he was gone; a small, what looked like, mist formed around him and there was nothing left.
Taking Uruha to a haunted mansion was probably a dumb idea. Neither one of us were hurt or anything, but Uruha was still zoned out, and I had no idea how to snap him out of it. His eyes were so distant despite how many times I slapped him and yelled at him; nothing seemed to work. I thought I had tried everything and it all seemed useless. I was beginning to panic as I continued to yell and hit him, but I didn’t want to hit him too hard and leave marks. I would never wish to hurt my lover like that, but I needed to wake him up in order to get us the hell out of there.
The house was quiet minus the small noises an old house made. It was too quiet to suit me, and without Uruha conscious I could feel the fear settling in. God, I did not want to be stuck in there on my own. It was hard enough to do anything with Uruha as a dead weight; I couldn’t just leave him there where that boy could get him, and I couldn’t carry him around the house with me because he would be too heavy. Uruha was by no means light, I mean he was a considerable weight and perfect for his size, but I wouldn’t have been able to carry him around without growing tired easily. I had to wake him up, even if it was in a stupid way because that usually worked for everything else. If Uruha was in a dead sleep or just heavily drunk, there was always one way to get his attention and keep it, or at least give his hopes up. It was sad that it was the only thing that usually worked, but at least it worked.
“Is that a duck?!” I gasped in false shock. Anyone who knew Uruha knew that he loved ducks. I’ve seen him chase them around at the local pond while trying to catch one. One year he even dressed up like one for the PSC Halloween party that was hosted at Keiyuu’s house. If anything could get him out of a trance it was a duck. It had worked though because not a second after I mentioned it, he had jumped up and looked around the darkened room as if expecting to hear a quack.
“Where?” Uruha’s smile couldn’t have gotten any wider, but of course it fell the moment he realized I had been lying, but it was for his own good. Even if he did get mad at me for ‘lying’ and being mean, he seemed happier after I told him we could visit the pond once we got home again, if we got home. I wasn’t sure if we would get out of the house because it seemed creepier than I thought. I had spent time reading about the mansion because it had always interested me. The thought of a haunted mansion so close to where I lived sounded enticing and thrilling. To be able to go inside and investigate on my own just sounded like a good idea at the time, and keeping my camera close to me sounded even better.
It wasn’t easy to convince Uruha to leave the room to go further into the house. He had seen enough and already wanted to go home, but the whole point of taking him there was to show him real horrors. All those ghost movies on television were nothing compared to the real thing. Horror movies tried too hard to scare people and ended up looking too corny. That house was the real deal and we weren’t going to leave just because of one run in with the Unknown.
Excitement was building up in me as I dragged him down the hall. I was going to get proof of the Unknown and I was going to rub it in my band mate’s faces. Ruki had always thought I was stupid for believing in ghosts and creatures of the sort. He had always said it was childish to believe in such things as much as I did, and all the television shows were fake. That’s the problem with Ruki, he never believed in anything other than the things he already knew existed. He was wrong though, they were all wrong, and even if it killed me, I was going to prove it.
The hall was dark and dingy. It was evident that the house had been abandoned for years and years, and even though there were still caretakers who came, it was still a mess and eerie. The wallpaper was old, discolored, and peeling. In it’s time, the house was a nice place and many people would go in and out. How it became haunted, I don’t know, all I know is that people who left had been found with rope marks on their bodies. All the websites and books I had read never mentioned if the people had died or whether they had lived, but I didn’t want to find out.
My hand tightened around Uruha’s. Every step we took caused the floor to creak beneath our weight. Uruha was tense beside me almost as if he thought another creature would come out after us. I was prepared for anything to come out of nowhere and attack us. Even if something did come after us, what could I have done? There is no way, that I know of, to defeat a ghost. There is no way to harm them or make them leave because often times they had died in the very place they chose to haunt, and there was no way they would leave willingly.
“Aoi, are you sure it’s alright to be in here? Shouldn’t we just go home?” Uruha whispered beside me as we passed through the halls as quietly as we could. I knew that somewhere that boy was laughing at us; it was all too comical to find two men frightened as much as we were, but then again it wasn’t normal to have sex in a haunted house and be caught by some strange dead thing.
It wasn’t alright to be in there, and that was obvious. The creatures in that house didn’t want us there disturbing their home so carelessly. Yes, we were trying to be as respectful as we could, but we couldn’t help it that the stairs were falling apart and the wood of the floors were breaking. The ghosts weren’t happy that we had even thought about visiting their home, and for that they were pissed. Uruha’s hand grasped mine tightly as a loud noise erupted from behind us. It was loud, so very loud, that it made my eardrums want to bleed. The only way to possibly describe the noise was that it sounded like static you would find on the television when the cable went out, but it was mixed with a hiss, but not just any ordinary hiss. It was angry and vengeful, and it wanted us out.
“Aoi, make it stop.” Uruha whined beside me. It was so loud and spiteful. Something was creeping up on us, I could sense it and I could feel its’ breath on the back of my neck. A shiver ran through my body, but I couldn’t let them know that I was affected by them. I had to be strong and show them that they couldn’t scare me, or at least I had to make them think they couldn’t scare me. Truth be told, I was shaking and trying to keep my composure the best I could. It would have been easy to just grab Uruha’s hand and run out as fast as I could, but I’m a man with pride, and I wasn’t going to let something freak me out.
Poltergeists weren’t nice to encounter, and I knew it had to be them making all the noise and lightly touching me. Poltergeists revealed themselves with disturbing noises that could make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. They weren’t pleasant at all, and I found myself pulling Uruha closer to me as if my hold could protect him from something that we couldn’t even see. Their hands were cold and emaciated. Without even looking I was able to tell that the nails were long and firm and razor-sharp. They danced along my shoulders contemptuously. I knew they were mad; they weren’t just mad, they were fucking pissed. They were pissed off that we weren’t giving in and leaving, they were mad because there was nothing they could have done to make me turn back. No, I wasn’t that easy to get rid of and they knew it. They knew I was going to do things my way and force them to watch. That is why I shouldn’t have been so surprised when those sharp nails dug into my back brutishly and inhumanly. The sound of tearing flesh was loud against the already earsplitting noises overtaking the house.
The cold air of the house reached the wounds on my back and made them feel even colder. My screams echoed through the halls as I tried to muffle them against Uruha’s neck. No one mentioned getting hurt in the brochure, I mean if there would have been one I don’t think it would have been mentioned. Uruha’s hand slid up my back and pressed against the deep gashes that were profusely bleeding. I could hear him gasp as he pulled his hand away and looked at just how much of my blood was on his hand, but that only made him mad.
We had a choice, and I knew that; we could either continue our journey through the hellish house or we could leave and keep our sanity.