Drabble | Losing my mind | Requested
Title: Losing my mind
Author:
kyu_x
Pairing: HayaRyu
Beta by:
lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for:
han_corrupted
Author comments: Inspirited by song Losing my mind by Maroon 5
Ryu’s ears are ringing, a high-pitched and metallic buzz that drowns the rest of the world out. There is something wrong with his eyes; they won’t focus and every time his lids slide shut it becomes harder to open them again. His face is pressed into something hard and unrelenting, and he can see shadows moving above him, making the single point of light from above flicker in and out of sight. There is a desperation building in him, something strong and important that doubles with every passing second, and Ryu rakes his mind frantically to discover what it is.
Ryu suddenly jolts to the right, lungs tight, as something impacts with his upper chest, hard and swift. The jerking movement and the corresponding groan that chokes and dies in his throat tells him exactly what is wrong. He can’t breathe.
Multiple centres of pain radiate from all over his body, but he can feel many of them, too many, concentrated on his stomach and chest. Seeing a blur of movement to his left, Ryu has just enough vision to recognize the shape of a booted foot as it connects with his side. The breath that tries to escape from him at the contact is squandered as his empty lungs fail to work.
Ryu has felt this before, knows he’s been wounded, and he tries to take in a shallow inhale between blows. His chest protests, sending a sputtering cough flying from his lips, and something wet and metallic spatters at the back of his throat. Blood.
There is a sudden shift, like someone has lifted a fog from Ryu’s senses, and everything starts to fade back in. He can hear yelling somewhere to his right and he can almost focus on the features of the three men standing above him. He can also remember why he is lying on an expanse of cracked and dirty pavement ten feet into an alley. Trying to move as slowly and carefully as possibly, Ryu rolls his head to the right. The sight that greets him freezes his heart in his chest.
Hayato is sprawled out on the pavement just four feet away, body jerking as he tries to move, but restrained by a boot planted firmly on his back. His chest is pressed into the ground and a small pool of blood extends from under his right shoulder. His eyes meet Ryu’s as he grits his blood-stained teeth together ferally.
Ever since he was old enough to understand just how heartless and cruel humanity can be, Ryu knew this might happen. He just never thought it would be like this. Something heavy and crushing comes down on Ryu’s right forearm where it is flung from his body, stomping into the exposed flesh without warning. Even as a horrifying ‘crack’ rents through the air, Ryu hears a deeper voice screaming in tandem with his own.
“Fuck! You bastard!” Hayato is fighting with all of his strength, but he can’t move far.
The pain that radiates from Ryu’s arm scores through his nerves like a billion razors, harsh and sharp and cutting deep. He finds himself gagging breathlessly from the overwhelming power of it. Wave after wave of agony rips through Ryu as the foot comes down again and again, grinding and mashing the tissues of the broken limb. Ryu can do nothing but wish for it to end, for unconsciousness to take him, as his sobs are alternately stolen by the pain and loosed into the night air.
“This isn’t half of what you deserve.”
Ryu always thought it would be him, and only him, to face this. It was stupid, in hindsight, but there has always been something about Hayato that made him think he was immune. But here they were.
“Fuck,” the man pressing down on Hayato’s back curses. “We gotta go.”
Ryu cries out in relief and in pain as the man standing above him steps away. He can hear a group of people, a large group by the sound of it, approaching the opening to the alley.
“Come on,” the third man says, stepping over Ryu’s body as he moves. The man dashes out one last kick to Hayato as he passes, muttering, “Catch you later, homo.” before trailing his buddies as they disappear down the long, dark space between tall buildings.
Tears are dripping steadily from Ryu’s eyes, catching and pooling in his hair and ears, mixing in with the streaks of blood painting him. He can’t move his arm, not without excruciating pain taking him over and black dots encroaching on his vision.
“Hayato?” Ryu whispers and Hayato grunts. Ryu strains to see if he is okay, if he is too badly hurt. “Hayato.. please.” He wants continue with ‘are you okay?’, but his voice dies away before he has the chance.
Ryu hears some shifting and movement, the sound of rough pants to stifle cries of pain, and then a rough, “Ryu.” Hayato, who has pulled himself into a staggering hobble, drops down at Ryu’s head, one arm wrapped tightly around his ribs. Ryu wants to sob from the relief of seeing him moving, of seeing his familiar face at all. He instantly feels horrible for it, feels shame, but as Hayato reaches out one shaking hand to gently brush by his bruised and bloody face, Ryu can’t help but feel glad that he’s not alone.
There is a sudden gasp from a short distance away and then the sound of fast-moving footfalls and Ryu knows they’ve been spotted. Ryu knows they’ll be okay, that they’ll get through this, and as terrible as it sounds, he knows that he is grateful Hayato is here with him.
THE END
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Author:
kyu_x
Pairing: HayaRyu
Beta by:
lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for:
han_corrupted
Author comments: Inspirited by song Losing my mind by Maroon 5
Ryu’s ears are ringing, a high-pitched and metallic buzz that drowns the rest of the world out. There is something wrong with his eyes; they won’t focus and every time his lids slide shut it becomes harder to open them again. His face is pressed into something hard and unrelenting, and he can see shadows moving above him, making the single point of light from above flicker in and out of sight. There is a desperation building in him, something strong and important that doubles with every passing second, and Ryu rakes his mind frantically to discover what it is.
Ryu suddenly jolts to the right, lungs tight, as something impacts with his upper chest, hard and swift. The jerking movement and the corresponding groan that chokes and dies in his throat tells him exactly what is wrong. He can’t breathe.
Multiple centres of pain radiate from all over his body, but he can feel many of them, too many, concentrated on his stomach and chest. Seeing a blur of movement to his left, Ryu has just enough vision to recognize the shape of a booted foot as it connects with his side. The breath that tries to escape from him at the contact is squandered as his empty lungs fail to work.
Ryu has felt this before, knows he’s been wounded, and he tries to take in a shallow inhale between blows. His chest protests, sending a sputtering cough flying from his lips, and something wet and metallic spatters at the back of his throat. Blood.
There is a sudden shift, like someone has lifted a fog from Ryu’s senses, and everything starts to fade back in. He can hear yelling somewhere to his right and he can almost focus on the features of the three men standing above him. He can also remember why he is lying on an expanse of cracked and dirty pavement ten feet into an alley. Trying to move as slowly and carefully as possibly, Ryu rolls his head to the right. The sight that greets him freezes his heart in his chest.
Hayato is sprawled out on the pavement just four feet away, body jerking as he tries to move, but restrained by a boot planted firmly on his back. His chest is pressed into the ground and a small pool of blood extends from under his right shoulder. His eyes meet Ryu’s as he grits his blood-stained teeth together ferally.
Ever since he was old enough to understand just how heartless and cruel humanity can be, Ryu knew this might happen. He just never thought it would be like this. Something heavy and crushing comes down on Ryu’s right forearm where it is flung from his body, stomping into the exposed flesh without warning. Even as a horrifying ‘crack’ rents through the air, Ryu hears a deeper voice screaming in tandem with his own.
“Fuck! You bastard!” Hayato is fighting with all of his strength, but he can’t move far.
The pain that radiates from Ryu’s arm scores through his nerves like a billion razors, harsh and sharp and cutting deep. He finds himself gagging breathlessly from the overwhelming power of it. Wave after wave of agony rips through Ryu as the foot comes down again and again, grinding and mashing the tissues of the broken limb. Ryu can do nothing but wish for it to end, for unconsciousness to take him, as his sobs are alternately stolen by the pain and loosed into the night air.
“This isn’t half of what you deserve.”
Ryu always thought it would be him, and only him, to face this. It was stupid, in hindsight, but there has always been something about Hayato that made him think he was immune. But here they were.
“Fuck,” the man pressing down on Hayato’s back curses. “We gotta go.”
Ryu cries out in relief and in pain as the man standing above him steps away. He can hear a group of people, a large group by the sound of it, approaching the opening to the alley.
“Come on,” the third man says, stepping over Ryu’s body as he moves. The man dashes out one last kick to Hayato as he passes, muttering, “Catch you later, homo.” before trailing his buddies as they disappear down the long, dark space between tall buildings.
Tears are dripping steadily from Ryu’s eyes, catching and pooling in his hair and ears, mixing in with the streaks of blood painting him. He can’t move his arm, not without excruciating pain taking him over and black dots encroaching on his vision.
“Hayato?” Ryu whispers and Hayato grunts. Ryu strains to see if he is okay, if he is too badly hurt. “Hayato.. please.” He wants continue with ‘are you okay?’, but his voice dies away before he has the chance.
Ryu hears some shifting and movement, the sound of rough pants to stifle cries of pain, and then a rough, “Ryu.” Hayato, who has pulled himself into a staggering hobble, drops down at Ryu’s head, one arm wrapped tightly around his ribs. Ryu wants to sob from the relief of seeing him moving, of seeing his familiar face at all. He instantly feels horrible for it, feels shame, but as Hayato reaches out one shaking hand to gently brush by his bruised and bloody face, Ryu can’t help but feel glad that he’s not alone.
There is a sudden gasp from a short distance away and then the sound of fast-moving footfalls and Ryu knows they’ve been spotted. Ryu knows they’ll be okay, that they’ll get through this, and as terrible as it sounds, he knows that he is grateful Hayato is here with him.
THE END
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