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[log] Fix You

Dec 23, 2010 11:08

Who: Yamamoto Takeshi (rainandsushi ), Gokudera Hayato (fedele_tempesta )
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato; Gokudera's place.
When: Week 16; day 3. Really late, post Christmas party.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dark themes, gore, violence, language.
Summary: Even the best hitman can become prey to V. It's the disaster of handling it that's the problem.

( It's like a page out of a religious scripture, where water to has turned to wine or when the sky has disappeared under a plague of buzzing and rabid locusts. )

~yamamoto takeshi, *complete, *closed, location: yomisato, !log, ~gokudera hayato

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fedele_tempesta January 1 2011, 11:06:43 UTC

[Christmas is a strange time for Gokudera. It’s a combination of nostalgia, rotten and bittersweet memories, and hollow dreams of plastic happiness. It’s the scent of candle smoke and worn wood of the church benches, endless chanting of choir boys and a distant sound of Ave Maria sung by his mother. It’s the endless waiting that ends in tearing precious sheet music out of ridiculously colorful paper, pressing jam-sticky fingers to Bianchi’s white skirt hem and laughing escape when she notices him, scent of alcohol in certain doctor’s breath while slipping him a slim book full of interesting things his father doesn’t approve of. It’s the endless rally of Christmas songs he plays until his fingers are numb and they keep asking for more, Bianchi’s immature voice not complimenting the piano during Astro del Ciel, his father's stormy frown when he refuses to play more. It's a giggle of faceless women, an endless list of excuses, a grave without a name, a pair of awkward shoes and a strangling tie. It's sleeping on a sofa in a small alcove ( ... )

rainandsushi January 1 2011, 11:09:05 UTC

[The cups in Yamamoto’s hands are slammed down on the kitchen counter with Yamamoto taking a step back from it and looking at both of them like they’re two heads from a pair of decapitated victims. And for a moment they look like that, with bees from the hive outside buzzing and filling the house with noise. It makes Yamamoto press the heels of his palms against his temple, makes him suck in a breath and focus, recite the mantra over and over in his head: you’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not. fucking. real!(You’re starting to slip. Really slip, now ( ... )

fedele_tempesta January 1 2011, 11:09:29 UTC

[Usually Gokudera wouldn’t take orders from anyone, even Yamamoto, but he’s seen enough drug abuse, enough overdoses to know he better not play around. But it takes him a moment to put the facts together and realize what the idiot is rambling about ( ... )

rainandsushi January 1 2011, 11:11:09 UTC

[But Yamamoto can't breathe, looking up at Gokudera. Yamamoto can't get his lungs to work right when his stomach feels like it's on fire, flames licking its way to every nerve ending, clenching and spreading vehement heat. It pools around his cheeks, makes his pupil dilate and his pulse beat so fast, Yamamoto thinks his skin has ripped around his neck. And throughout all this, he finds himself looking at those lips. Lips that spill stipulating words and all he wants to do is freaking obey because fuck if they don't feel good, tenors like fingers caressing the length of his spine ( ... )

fedele_tempesta January 1 2011, 11:11:29 UTC

[And distance he will get as Gokudera stumbles backwards, hands waving, a surprised frown upon his brows as he yelps, falls back and right to his ass, hip hitting a chair on his way down, hand grasping for a table but failing to catch a good hold and sort of sliding down along the edge. Hip, shoulder, the back of his head, bouncing off the ground few times ( ... )