Psycho, Psycho 1/1 [Aoi/Uruha]
Title: Psycho, Psycho
Chapters: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Author: veroxion
Beta: n/a
Genre: Horror/Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: Stalking, Self-harm
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Synopsis: I'm gonna write you a letter, coloured in red.
Comments: I'm back! I ended up coming home early. Lyrics belong to DOGinTheパラレルワールドオーケストラ. Not beta-read, unfortunately! Still not sure whether I like this or not.
-x-
I'm thinking about you again. Your beautiful smile, the way some of your teeth are slightly crooked, but yet so perfectly aligned to make you shine when those luscious lips part. I can never forget the aureate of your eyes in the sunlight, when you look towards the blue sky during the day. I think about you so much, did you know? Maybe you think about me, too... I hope so.
I can't sleep, my head is clouded with thoughts of you. I can't close my eyes, you're in the fake reality of my dreams, and it's not good enough. You need to be real, to be in front of me. It's getting to the point where I can no longer pretend you're beside me at night, that the first thing I see is your face to brighten the dull morning.
I think about everything, did you know?
Have you received my last letter yet? My fingers still burn, wrapped and swamped with cotton. I used to be patient, but oh no, not any more. Not any more. Not since I met you, and my world has been nothing but you, you, you. I'm plagued with thoughts of you, they don't ever go away. You've pushed me to my limit. I had to do something, anything to get your attention. You haven't called or texted me. Why? I don't have enough finger nails to keep writing like this, you know. It was painful when I ripped them out, but it's all for you.
All for you.
I've been told that red is the colour of love. How could I express myself more if I wrote with the essence of my life? You mean that much. Blood that has pumped to and from my heart, where you will always reside. It's perfect, isn't it? Please, say yes.
I'd do anything for you, after all. I love you more than anyone else. You should know that. I've told you enough, but why won't you call me? Why are you ignoring me? You've accepted my letters; they haven't been thrown away. Not after the first one. I returned it, because you must have made a mistake when you threw it out, right? That's why it never ended up in the trash again. But why, why now does it feel like I need more? No longer can I accept you keeping my letters.
You know I'm no longer the patient man I once was, so why are you doing this?
Please stop ignoring me. I wrote all of my feelings down, for you to read. For you to see. Can you see my love, splattered upon white? White is plain, boring. But my love has brought colour to that mundane paper, hasn't it? Can't you tell?
You return them, don't you? My feelings. Do you need more? Is it not enough? How much love do I have to give you, so that you no longer ignore me?
Should I tell you again? Shall I tell you again, show you again how much you mean to me? I'll write another letter. This time it will be different, though.
I've already decided, this will be my last. So please, remember it well.
It hurts. But it's all for you―so you know how much I love you. The piercing sting burns when I carve your name into my arm, tracing over the scarred letters; the dripping crimson sliding down my pale skin in rivulets. It's nothing compared to what you do when you ignore me. Why won't you call? I still don't understand.
Forever, you'll be imprinted into my skin and soul. Wouldn't you like that?
My blood is my ink, finger tips shaky as I make precise strokes on the paper. I love you so much. Don't you understand? I can see right through that open, jagged hole in your weary heart. I'm sure no one knows about it but me. You're lonely―so, so lonely. But just wait a little longer, and I'll be there for you. This time, I'm sure you will feel my love.
It's finished, this letter oozing red. My thoughts are sure to reach you this time. How could you ignore this sign of my love? That's just it, you can't. Not this time. You'll come for me. I know you will.
The blood is flaky on my skin, dried up. I cover myself with a jacket, because now, now it's time for me to go and give this letter to you. But I don't want you to see, because you'd be alarmed, right? You're so kind, you'll ask what happened―but you have to read my letter first. So you'll do just that, won't you? You will. I know you.
Wood crazing my knuckles, I knock at your door. You live so close, just a wall over from me. That wall separates us, but I can hear you laugh and I can hear you cry, emotions drifting through the plaster.
Please, don't do that. I'm right here, aren't I? I'm always here, I'm always watching. Always listening. You were never alone, but now you no longer have to wait, and that's amazing, isn't it? That this letter will finally bring you to me... We'll finally be together.
You're confused when you open the door, tired brown eyes staring into mine. Wordlessly, I hand you the letter. My throat burns, constricts and I can't speak. I never could. You're too beautiful, too kind and amazing for someone like me. Do you remember when we first met? You must have thought I was sick because I couldn't let a word out, once my eyes had settled on your face. On those eyes, that smile. I fell in love.
I told you how I felt, though. With that pretty red letter―the one I'm sure you still have. And you remembered me when I asked you afterwards, a few days later. Bright and shiny, early in the morning. It was Thursday. How are you, do you know who I am? Is what I asked, stuttering over simplicity. You remembered me by the piecing in my lip before uttering my name, and it never sounded sweeter.
Recognition floods you as you eye the letter wearily, and I decide it's time to slink away. I can't stop the shivering, shivering. I head to the stairs, two at a time. The gasp that falls from your parted lips screams in my ears, and my heart beats faster and faster as I approach the roof.
The wind whips and snarls, but you're reading my letter. That's all that matters, isn't it? The stars glimmer brightly above me, as I near the edge of the apartment building. This is really it, isn't it? You have a choice now, and maybe you'll give me what I want. You won't ignore me after this, I can feel it―but it's up to you.
All you.
So, please...
Before I get sleepy,
Before I jump off,
Hurry up, come and get me.
-x-
Comments: This was told from Aoi's perspective, in case it wasn't obvious. I don't think I'll write any kind of continuation, so you're going to have to guess if Uruha went to Aoi >:l
I'd like to think he did, lol. For those that read my fanfiction 見合い ~ miai ~ it should be updated in a few days! It depends on my beta :'D
Chapters: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Author: veroxion
Beta: n/a
Genre: Horror/Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: Stalking, Self-harm
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Synopsis: I'm gonna write you a letter, coloured in red.
Comments: I'm back! I ended up coming home early. Lyrics belong to DOGinTheパラレルワールドオーケストラ. Not beta-read, unfortunately! Still not sure whether I like this or not.
-x-
I'm thinking about you again. Your beautiful smile, the way some of your teeth are slightly crooked, but yet so perfectly aligned to make you shine when those luscious lips part. I can never forget the aureate of your eyes in the sunlight, when you look towards the blue sky during the day. I think about you so much, did you know? Maybe you think about me, too... I hope so.
I can't sleep, my head is clouded with thoughts of you. I can't close my eyes, you're in the fake reality of my dreams, and it's not good enough. You need to be real, to be in front of me. It's getting to the point where I can no longer pretend you're beside me at night, that the first thing I see is your face to brighten the dull morning.
I think about everything, did you know?
Have you received my last letter yet? My fingers still burn, wrapped and swamped with cotton. I used to be patient, but oh no, not any more. Not any more. Not since I met you, and my world has been nothing but you, you, you. I'm plagued with thoughts of you, they don't ever go away. You've pushed me to my limit. I had to do something, anything to get your attention. You haven't called or texted me. Why? I don't have enough finger nails to keep writing like this, you know. It was painful when I ripped them out, but it's all for you.
All for you.
I've been told that red is the colour of love. How could I express myself more if I wrote with the essence of my life? You mean that much. Blood that has pumped to and from my heart, where you will always reside. It's perfect, isn't it? Please, say yes.
I'd do anything for you, after all. I love you more than anyone else. You should know that. I've told you enough, but why won't you call me? Why are you ignoring me? You've accepted my letters; they haven't been thrown away. Not after the first one. I returned it, because you must have made a mistake when you threw it out, right? That's why it never ended up in the trash again. But why, why now does it feel like I need more? No longer can I accept you keeping my letters.
You know I'm no longer the patient man I once was, so why are you doing this?
Please stop ignoring me. I wrote all of my feelings down, for you to read. For you to see. Can you see my love, splattered upon white? White is plain, boring. But my love has brought colour to that mundane paper, hasn't it? Can't you tell?
You return them, don't you? My feelings. Do you need more? Is it not enough? How much love do I have to give you, so that you no longer ignore me?
Should I tell you again? Shall I tell you again, show you again how much you mean to me? I'll write another letter. This time it will be different, though.
I've already decided, this will be my last. So please, remember it well.
It hurts. But it's all for you―so you know how much I love you. The piercing sting burns when I carve your name into my arm, tracing over the scarred letters; the dripping crimson sliding down my pale skin in rivulets. It's nothing compared to what you do when you ignore me. Why won't you call? I still don't understand.
Forever, you'll be imprinted into my skin and soul. Wouldn't you like that?
My blood is my ink, finger tips shaky as I make precise strokes on the paper. I love you so much. Don't you understand? I can see right through that open, jagged hole in your weary heart. I'm sure no one knows about it but me. You're lonely―so, so lonely. But just wait a little longer, and I'll be there for you. This time, I'm sure you will feel my love.
It's finished, this letter oozing red. My thoughts are sure to reach you this time. How could you ignore this sign of my love? That's just it, you can't. Not this time. You'll come for me. I know you will.
The blood is flaky on my skin, dried up. I cover myself with a jacket, because now, now it's time for me to go and give this letter to you. But I don't want you to see, because you'd be alarmed, right? You're so kind, you'll ask what happened―but you have to read my letter first. So you'll do just that, won't you? You will. I know you.
Wood crazing my knuckles, I knock at your door. You live so close, just a wall over from me. That wall separates us, but I can hear you laugh and I can hear you cry, emotions drifting through the plaster.
Please, don't do that. I'm right here, aren't I? I'm always here, I'm always watching. Always listening. You were never alone, but now you no longer have to wait, and that's amazing, isn't it? That this letter will finally bring you to me... We'll finally be together.
You're confused when you open the door, tired brown eyes staring into mine. Wordlessly, I hand you the letter. My throat burns, constricts and I can't speak. I never could. You're too beautiful, too kind and amazing for someone like me. Do you remember when we first met? You must have thought I was sick because I couldn't let a word out, once my eyes had settled on your face. On those eyes, that smile. I fell in love.
I told you how I felt, though. With that pretty red letter―the one I'm sure you still have. And you remembered me when I asked you afterwards, a few days later. Bright and shiny, early in the morning. It was Thursday. How are you, do you know who I am? Is what I asked, stuttering over simplicity. You remembered me by the piecing in my lip before uttering my name, and it never sounded sweeter.
Recognition floods you as you eye the letter wearily, and I decide it's time to slink away. I can't stop the shivering, shivering. I head to the stairs, two at a time. The gasp that falls from your parted lips screams in my ears, and my heart beats faster and faster as I approach the roof.
The wind whips and snarls, but you're reading my letter. That's all that matters, isn't it? The stars glimmer brightly above me, as I near the edge of the apartment building. This is really it, isn't it? You have a choice now, and maybe you'll give me what I want. You won't ignore me after this, I can feel it―but it's up to you.
All you.
So, please...
Before I get sleepy,
Before I jump off,
Hurry up, come and get me.
-x-
Comments: This was told from Aoi's perspective, in case it wasn't obvious. I don't think I'll write any kind of continuation, so you're going to have to guess if Uruha went to Aoi >:l
I'd like to think he did, lol. For those that read my fanfiction 見合い ~ miai ~ it should be updated in a few days! It depends on my beta :'D