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GazettE Fic (Oneshot) Resist the Temptation |
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WARNING The following is rated NC-17 for the following: Blood, gore, rape, violence, gay smut, a very uke Aoi, a very psychotic Uruha, suicide, and character death. Read at your own risk. I will not be responsible for any personal injury.
Resist the Temptation
It had always been just me; my guitar and I against the world. Anything that I deemed to be an obstacle was shot down. And I saw everyone to be an obstacle. So I was, in truth, very lonely. I masked my emotions with conceit.
Not only that, but I was also an arrogant, selfish b*****d who did anything and everything to benefit myself. Never did I think of others, it was always just me, and if it would benefit me in the long run, it would be done. I created a second personality for myself, my ‘society’ personality. Within my own mind, I knew I wasn’t that way, but it hid my true intentions from those around me. I loved no one. I hadn’t even loved my parents, the people who bore me and sheltered me, and in general, gave me everything I needed. I simply loved my guitar, and myself. I believed that no one could garner my love; I had no use for the insolent fools of this earth. And I had managed to destroy my conscience; no longer did I feel guilty for the evil things I would do to people. It was all a part of my plan. No one suspected me at all.
I don’t even know what lead me to my cruel, manipulating ways. Honestly. Sure, my family was not the wealthiest, but no amount of money would be of any use to me, anyway. I was never harassed, nor did I ever fight with anyone. My entire life, I kept to myself.
But then, I realized this one day, I could use everyone for my own bidding. This lead to my overall social admiration throughout middle school. My narcissism grew overnight. And once I came back to school in eighth grade, I was, as far as they were concerned, social, popular, and perfect. All the slutty, rich girls whom everyone thought to be so attractive, they became my pawns. I didn’t care for them a bit, I had just begun to realize my own hatred for society, but they would cater to my every whim. I used them for my homework; they risked themselves to cheat on tests for me. They may have been absolutely brain-dead, but they were useful to me. As for my popular ‘friends’, I manipulated them, as well. They were excellent tools, and they had no idea that they were being used. I loved it how no one noticed a thing; I hid everything behind a mask of smiles and feigned interest. In reality, I couldn’t care less about those mindless conversations they took part in, but I had to comply as to not have my true intentions revealed.
I sat upon my throne, the god of the world that I had created for myself, looking down at all those pathetic life forms with which I had to share the earth with.
Yes, I was full of myself, the popularity had a lot to do with that, but I loved myself too much, as well. No one would have thought that I was a narcissist, though. With my forged personality, I was the complete opposite of my real self: friendly, outgoing, understanding, kind, and humble.
When I got up at four in the morning to make myself presentable; to style my hair and put on my makeup, I laughed at how easy it was to fool people; how easily they would listen to you if you had power. But in this society, beauty is power. And I had that physical beauty.
Emotions were useless; they would never get me anywhere, so I threw them aside. I became a cruel, soulless marionette, a doll that used its own outer beauty to get what it wanted for itself. I simply escaped into my mind and plotted my revenge against this world. I doubt there was a single person whom I knew, who I had not yet used for my own selfish needs. No one could escape me, it seemed.
My stronghold, the empire I had created, it couldn’t be destroyed. I was the king of my own perfect world, I was perfect, and nobody could take that away from me, or so I thought. I had been mistaken, for the first time in my life. And I never thought it would be so simple for someone to tear down that wall, the one I shielded myself with. No one had been able to do that to me, and he did it so simply. I hadn’t even blamed him for it; he didn’t deserve to be blamed, anyway. I blamed myself, and I had never found a single fault in me before.
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I sat playing my guitar as I always did for hours on end. I’d been in Poland for a week, visiting my family. I couldn’t care less about them, so I would hole myself up in one of the rooms in my grandmother’s flat and play. Rarely did I stop playing, and I skipped meals, but I didn’t want to gain weight; I was already lazy enough. This perfectly sculpted body had been a pain to build, and I’d rather not go through it again…
My grandmother had mentioned something about her friend coming over and about a boy my age coming along with her. Usually I don’t care about things like that, so I ignored her and continued with my playing.
Unfortunately for me, though, the room I used for myself, it was more like a living room than a bedroom; it had no door, and it was mostly open except for an alcove off to the side. Don’t ask me why I used that room, it was the most spacious, and as long as I had enough room, I really didn’t need a door. I ignored everyone, anyway.
But from that room, I saw everyone who came into the flat, since the room was right next to the door. And that day, something had managed to catch my eye. Or rather, someone. And trust me on this, my attention was very difficult to attract.
Never in my life had I seen someone as beautiful as him; even compared to myself, whom I regarded to be the most beautiful person on this earth, he was stunning. That just proved how ignorant I was…
His hair was styled more perfectly than my own; a deep brown that seemed almost black from where I was standing, tiny waves that reached just slightly beyond his small, delicate shoulders. And his eyes… they were beautiful, their dark, chocolate brown that, had I been sane, would seem to pierce my soul. But they contrasted his pale skin perfectly.
I gazed at his mouth for a moment; those luscious, full lips were curled into an innocent-looking smile, as he watched me silently. I subconsciously licked my own lips as my eyes travelled downward, to his body. His black ribbed tank top showed off just enough of that slight, white chest of his, along with a pair of well-formed arms. That tank top clung to the curves of his stomach, and one could easily see the flatness of his stomach.
If only he weren’t wearing that damn ruffled black skirt, I’d have been able to get a better view of his hips… But that skirt gave me a delicious view of his legs, I was probably gaping at them for a while before I snapped out of it.
Pretty much everything about him screamed ‘******** me!’ Really. He looked like a little gothic-lolita doll, with his flawless skin and makeup.
“Come to my room with me.” I told him, and although it was an order, my voice was dripping with mock sweetness.
And for once, my animalistic instincts took complete control of me. No longer was my mind planning, the logical half of my brain had been completely shut off. As if my body was simply doing as it pleased. All I could do was stare at him hungrily, my light brown eyes black with lust.
“Uh… sure…” He replied hesitantly, those perfect eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. He was trying to play innocent, wasn’t he. He was failing miserably, I could see right through his act. What a slut… I could tell by the way he was dressed. No self-respecting person would wear a skirt like that in public.
I grabbed his hand and lead him away, into the room off to the side. Our grandmothers left to go converse in the yard, leaving the two of us alone in the flat. I now had the opportunity to do whatever I pleased with him, so I took that opportunity.
And without another thought, I pulled him into the room and slammed him forcefully against the wall. He cringed at the contact with the cool, hard wall, but otherwise, he was silent. Not even did he let out a small cry of pain. He simply took the blow as if it were nothing.
I could feel him trying, in vain, to push me away from him, but my arms would not leave his body. He was pinned to the wall by his wrists, my knee between his legs to prevent him from escaping.
Never had I thought of myself to be gay, though. I had never particularly liked girls. But I wasn’t attracted to the boy I had pinned to the wall, right? Of course, I thought. He would just serve as the guinea pig in this experiment I told myself. My true emotions were masked by the animalism I was exhibiting at this very moment.
I wasted no time in slipping my hands beneath his shirt, running my hand up his chest, and savoring the how he squirmed beneath my touch. And my pants… they were feeling uncomfortable, tight. Although my primitive self wanted to simply rape him and get it over with, my logical side awoke again and the two began to fight. My logical side told me to restrain myself, so I did. Simply watching him look down in shame as I molested him, his face suddenly red, was enough to satisfy me.
My one hand ventured to the top of his head to run through that lovely hair of his. I pulled on his hair, which brought his face to mine, our eyes meeting. His beautiful, dark eyes the corners filled with tears that threatened to spill over, stared into my angry, hate-filled orbs.
I know I said I had made myself ‘emotionless’, but that was not the case, I still had my conscience, but I ignored it.
I fell in love with him when I first laid eyes upon him. But I disguised it with lust.
I didn’t want to hurt him; I didn’t want to do this to him. But my mind had been corrupted enough. My love for him was twisted to the point where I couldn’t even recognize it.
The concept of love was foreign to me; compassion was something I could not understand.
All my life, I feared that I would be hurt because of love. I didn’t want to come to terms with that, I did not believe that I was afraid. And I destroyed my mind with those thoughts. It led me onto the path of the Devil himself, the epitome of what I would become one day if I didn’t stop this madness.
I refused to face my fears, and that was my fatal hubris.
At the moment, all that mattered was getting my revenge. He was more beautiful than I, and he would have to pay the price for that. It was the sad truth, unfortunately for him.
I released his hair from my grip, my other hand slipping out from beneath his shirt. Both of my hands now found their way to his legs, which were exposed, to my delight. I buried my face in his neck, and inhaled his scent, which awoke me from my trance.
Just now, though, I noticed that he was crying. Usually, I wouldn’t even have cared. His silent weeping was almost inaudible, but I could feel the droplets of his tears landing in my hair, wetting it more than from my own sweat. I looked up cautiously, removing my head from his body and staring up at his face again.
His face had turned redder from crying, and his cheeks were stained with grey from where his eyeliner had run. Had I not been so corrupt, I’d had felt terrible about this. But I was, so I didn’t feel any remorse at all.
I merely glowered at him with all of my strength, and squeezed his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh and creating white lines from the pressure. He whimpered in pain as his skin was punctured, the red liquid beginning to seep down his legs. His reaction caused me to smirk in triumph, as I ran my fingers down his legs slowly, smearing the blood and coating his flesh with red.
It was amusing to me, for some reason, to see him suffer, legs bloody and crying, before me. I brought my hand to my lips, licking my fingers slowly, almost enticingly; the metallic taste of his blood was surprisingly pleasant.
Why was I taking so long to do what I had meant to do? Why was I stalling?
You know, I thought, I don’t care anymore. He is going to get it… I felt myself getting hard already. I released his thigh, bringing my hand up to his face to cup his chin harshly, bringing his tear-stained face to my own again.
“Do you know what I want to do to you, you pretty thing?” I whispered menacingly, and I could see my fingers leaving traces of his blood behind on his pale skin. My digits kept a strong grip on his face, even as he tried to move his head away. All he could manage was to move his eyes to look down at the ground, a fresh set of tears flowing down his cheeks in little rivulets. When he didn’t answer, I asked him again.
“Well, do you?” I was getting more impatient, but I didn’t display my irritation. Instead, I pressed myself closer to him; keeping my knee in his crotch to be sure he wouldn’t get an idea to run away. I undid my belt, my hands shaking a bit, but once the belt was undone, I unbuttoned my pants, unzippered them, and slid them down to my ankles, along with my boxers.
His eyes widened in fear; I could see him instantly tense as I looked back up at him from what I had been doing previously. He opened his mouth to let out a scream, when I clamped my hand down roughly up on his lips, muffling his cry. I glared at him, pressing down upon his mouth firmly.
“You’ll pay… I have to punish you for that.” He raised an eyebrow in confusion. I brought my face to his ear, and lapped at it a bit with my tongue; the way he tried to resist was making me lose what little control I had left.
I grabbed onto his thighs, hoisting his legs up so that they were wrapped around my back, as I pressed him up against the wall for support. His arms were pressing against my chest, but all of his desire to push me away had vanished. He was completely willing to let me get this over with, his body trembling as it was intertwined with my own.
My hand slipped back under his skirt, lifting it and, to make things easier, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smirked as I moved my free hand to my c**k, stroking it a bit, and positioning it right at his entrance, which was easily accessible due to the position we were in.
Without any preparation, I slammed into him, my hard d**k entering his velvety heat. He let out a sharp high-pitched scream of pain, which was now completely audible since my hand wasn’t there to deflect it. I was lost in the sensation, it felt so good… In reality, I was tainting both of us, but I didn’t realize that. I thought I was ‘getting my revenge’ on him.
I was getting high on the feeling of being inside him, and I thrust into him again, another cry erupting from his lips. He was in total disarray; his face was stained with makeup, tears were now flowing wildly from his eyes. He didn’t hold anything back.
My height had completely destroyed my ability to think, and I began thrusting even faster, I was so close to my release…
He had been crying out from pain before, but now he was moaning loudly at every time I thrust into him, hitting his prostate over and over again. It was difficult to move quickly in this position, but I didn’t care. He had become a whimpering mess, and the sounds he made each time I pushed myself inside him were amazing to hear.
My thrusts became erratic, his moans and whimpers were fueling me, I was about to come. I came down from my high when I heard him scream one last time before he released all over his belly, and then lay limp against me, breathing heavily.
I thrust into his limp body until I felt my stomach contract, spilling my release within him. My arms wrapped around him more tightly, and I had completely forgotten about my evil intentions.
There was something trickling down my leg, spilling out of him, and I gazed down to see a red liquid dripping down my thighs. He was bleeding even more than I had hoped for. I was actually beginning to feel bad about this.
What if someone saw this; then what would I do?
His legs were caked with the blood that had begun to dry. He had buried his head in my chest, crying uncontrollably, and I ignored that. I needed to find a way to destroy the evidence…
Killing him was the first option that came to mind. I snickered at my own insolence, though; I would have to plan everything out so I wouldn’t get caught, and I didn’t have the time. Washing the blood off didn’t seem like a bad idea, but he was still bleeding out of his a**, and it would be difficult to conceal that. And how would I cover those cuts on his legs? They were clearly visible on his thighs; his skirt was short enough to expose them completely.
So technically, I was out of options.
There was always the option of lending him some pants and bandaging his legs up, but that would seem odd. It was summer, after all, and I wouldn’t give him pants in the 90° heat, that would make them suspicious. But then again, what would they be suspicious of, exactly? No one knew I was capable of anything remotely close to what I had done to him. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them, unless they walked in on me performing the act. That proved how well I hid my true character.
I couldn’t believe I had let my jealousy and hatred come this far. Although, the only thing I cared about was not getting caught. I didn’t care about him; I didn’t care about his feelings. It was always me, me, and me. Nobody else mattered at all.
“… Why did you do this to me?” A voice asked, and I instantly snapped out of my daze and looked towards the direction of the sound. This was the first time he had actually spoken. I turned my head to glare at him; why was he talking now, of all times?
“I hate you.” I growled at him, putting my answer as bluntly as I possibly could.
“Why? I don’t even know you…” He said softly, wiping the sides of his face from his tears. Even when he was in such a terribly state, he still managed to look beautiful. And I hated him for that. I hated him so much that I forgot why I did so in the first place. There was no logic in it, simply hatred.
“You wouldn’t understand…” I muttered, taking a small step backward, detaching myself from his body and looking away from him.
“What wouldn’t I understand?” He pestered me with more questions. I had just raped him, and yet he’s regained what composure he could to start asking me questions? He was starting to piss me off again. But I kept a straight face, my voice steady, emotionless.
“Stop asking me these questions. I could easily kill you right now.” I stared back at him; if I had to, I probably would have to kill him, but I would rather not face any trouble later on. Any course of action that kept me out of jail would be sufficient.
He immediately silenced himself, looking down at the floor as if he were about to start crying again. His body slid to the floor, still propped up against the wall as he sat there, his bloody legs tucked beneath his body. He kept his head down, just staring at his knees. I just hope he doesn’t stain the carpet; otherwise I’ll be screwed…
I crouched down in front of him, gripping his chin gently and looking at him curiously, his gaze refusing to meet mine. Then I brought my other hand up swiftly, slapping him across the face, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the hallway. He let out a soft whimper, but otherwise there was barely any acknowledgement that he had been struck.
“Who are you? I don’t believe we had introduced each other properly…” I asked him suddenly, resting my chin on his shoulder and licking his neck slowly, feeling him shiver at the sensation. He sat there for a moment, breathing heavily as he tried to keep himself from breaking down in tears again, before he gave me an answer.
“Aoi.” He said softly, shuddering a bit for what reason, I didn’t know. My eyes widened in shock, in realization, and I lifted my head from his shoulder, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What…? Aoi?” I stared at him for a second before my mind registered what he had said. I knew an Aoi, once. Before he had moved away from me.
But this couldn’t be the Aoi I knew… could it? He bore no resemblance to the boy who I had known, the boy who had been my best friend. Yet there was a possibility that this could be him… No. I wasn’t willing to accept it. I didn’t just rape my best friend, it can’t possibly be true.
“I’m Uruha… You don’t remember me, though, right?” I looked at him expectantly, hoping he would say no. That he didn’t recognize me. That he hadn’t known me at any point in his life.
“I knew an Uruha once…” He looked down at his hands, which were resting in his lap, tears falling onto the skirt which he had just arranged neatly.
If I had a heart, it would have just broken in two.
“Oh my god… Aoi…” I could feel myself beginning to break; my weakness was clearly evident now. But I didn’t care. Not anymore. I could feel myself beginning to cry, it had been a long time since my eyes had spilled tears like this. My hands found their way to his face, cupping his cheeks as we both sat there crying silently. I leaned in slowly and placed my lips on his gently; I had been meaning to do that for a long time.
If only I had known that it was him, the one whom I had secretly loved, I wouldn’t have done what I had. But he was so different; I saw no resemblance between him and the boy I had known when I was fifteen. And now, for the first time, he was actually resisting me. He pushed me away from him, our lips breaking apart, and he wiped his face on the back of his hand.
“You’re despicable… You can’t possibly be Uruha.” His eyes were still pouring tears, but he glared at me so venomously that I was almost at a loss of words.
“What did you just say?” I whispered in shock, my eyes were still wide from the previous revelation. He had finally spoken up, which is probably a good thing, but now he had turned on me. What just happened here!?
“I said you’re not the Uruha I knew. Why are you so different?” He narrowed his eyes at me, as if he were observing me carefully. His tears were still falling, but he just ignored them, his eyes remaining glued to my own.
“I… Aoi, aren’t you glad to see me?” I pleaded, being completely vulnerable for the first time as my voice cracked a bit in anticipation.
“I would have been had you not done this to me. You don’t even know how much this hurts. And I’m not even talking about the physical pain.” He whispered, shifting a bit and cringing as he sat in a new position. His shoulders sagged and he broke eye contact, staring down at his lap again dejectedly.
“But Aoi… Please… Won’t you listen to me?” I was sounding so desperate now, and it showed. All of my emotions were spilling out; I couldn’t stop them. But I had to let him know how I felt about him. I had always loved him. His moving away put me through hell for those three years.
I cupped my hand on his cheek tightly, forcing his head up, and I wouldn’t loosen my hold on his face until I accomplished what I needed to. I gulped, more out of apprehension than anything else, and continued.
“Aoi, I love you.” I breathed, staring deeply into his eyes, which were written with confusion and anger.
“No, you don’t.” He replied, snarling and slapping my hand away from his face. Why didn’t he understand?! I couldn’t see why he was so upset, I had just confessed my love for him and this is how he reacts?!
“Wh…What? Didn’t you hear me? Aoi. I love you!” I repeated, shaking him by the shoulders, praying that he wasn’t being serious about this. My heart had been broken so dreadfully, and I wanted, no I needed, him to repair it. Why couldn’t he see that…?
“I can’t accept you. You’re so evil, that there are no words I can use to describe it. Why do you have so much hatred in you? I don’t even know you anymore…” He shrugged my hands off of his shoulders as if this meant absolutely nothing to him. It was then that I realized he didn’t love me at all.
“Uruha… What the hell is wrong with you?” His words pierced my soul, like a sharpened blade cutting through me, something that would definitely leave a deep scar.
“Aoi, can’t you ******** see that I’m in love with you?! Are you that blind? This is what happened to me when you moved away! I went through hell for three ******** years! And it was all because of you!” I screamed at him, finally breaking down and collapsing against him.
He didn’t push me away this time; instead he gingerly placed his arms around me. None of us said a word for a few awkward moments, in which I just took a few shaky breaths and cried on his chest.
It had been so simple for him to break me; what he said still stung me in my heart, the fact that he didn’t love me as I loved him was so mournful. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I thought about that. The words kept repeating themselves over and over again in my mind.
“…I really missed you, Uruha. But I wish you were the same person I left in Kanagawa…” He broke the silence, his voice shaking as he struggled to keep himself from crying again. I just noticed that the spot on which he had been sitting, it was soaked through from his blood. And for once, I felt guilt. Terrible guilt was weighing down on my heart like a stone.
Realization finally hit me. I sat upright, shuddering, and I knew what was going to happen.
“Aoi… If they see that… What will happen? There’s no way to conceal it.” I was becoming frantic. What goes around comes around, as they say. And all that bad karma I had inflicted upon others, it was speeding back towards me like a heat-seeking bullet. There was no escaping it; I was going to end up in prison for sure. I was a criminal.
He stared at the carpet for a moment, his eyes also widening as he comprehended the situation.
“Uruha… I still haven’t forgiven you for this. You deserve whatever punishment they give you.” He stared at me, and I couldn’t believe what he had just said. Hadn’t we just reconciled this?!
“But… Aoi. I thought you loved me…” I stared at him hopefully. No… What was he saying?!
“I never said that. Was I implying it? Because if I was, I’m sorry for giving you the wrong idea. I don’t love you. You proved that I couldn’t trust you the minute I walked in here.” He inflicted another deep wound to me… My heart felt like it was going to explode from how much it hurt right now.
“Would you ******** make up your mind? Stop playing your goddamn games with me, Aoi!” I couldn’t take anymore of this, and the next thing I saw was him pinned to the wall by his neck, both my hands wrapped around it while he tried clawing them away.
“Uruha… I was… being… serious… when I… asked what was… wrong with you.” He whispered, and although my hold on his neck was not that strong, he was having trouble breathing nonetheless. He had stopped struggling against me, and then I realized what I was doing. I watched in horror, and immediately released him from my hold, causing him to fall forward, his chest heaving as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly.
No… It was all his fault, wasn’t it? There was nothing wrong with me; he brought this upon himself, I don’t see why he was blaming me for all of this.
“I should have killed you just now. But I’ll spare you.” Then another idea came to mind, one that was much more logical. Apparently this was the result of him being without me, away from me. He’d forgotten how much he really loved me. And I was thinking of sparing him… Hah. I almost laughed.
Now that I thought about it, there wasn’t much left for me here, either. I had no friends to live for, no one whom I loved, and no ambition. Death would do me good. Hell was much more interesting a place than the world of the living. It would suit me much better.
And to believe there was a time where I was afraid of dying… When the world was never much fun, anyway.
I burst into a fit of maniacal laughter, clutching my stomach and doubling over in the process. It was all just so unbelievable right now. And I couldn’t stop laughing at how perfect the situation was. I was in a place where I could easily kill two birds with one stone.
His eyes were glued to me, I could feel his gaze burning into my forehead, and I looked up, smiling that menacing smile of mine. This was perfection, the plan I had whipped up in just a few seconds, it would be so simple, but he would never see it coming. He was so innocent and unsuspecting, still…
I grabbed his hand, tugging him down the hall into the kitchen. He was so tense in my grasp, I suppose he sensed that there was something suspicious going on here, but if he did, he said nothing about it. He was letting himself be lead to his demise.
The excitement was building; why was I so happy about this? I had no idea what awaited me in the other life, in hell, where I belonged, and rightfully so. But I’d have him there with me, my only love.
I didn’t notice the trail of blood that he left as he walked with me down the hall, his legs trembling as if he would collapse at any second from the tension, and he had already lost a lot of blood, anyway… It would be better to just end his suffering, definitely.
The fireplace was in the back corner of the room, burning although it was the middle of summer. The little tongues of fire danced around behind the glass, making me squirm at the sight. I don’t think he noticed, though, he was too busy trying to pull his hand from my grip, failing miserably again.
Walking towards the fire, his hand still held tightly in my own, I pulled the glass away from the fireplace, feeling the radiating heat caress my face. I shivered before slowly putting my free hand into the flames.
“What the hell are you doing?!” He cried from besides me, but his words were drowned out as my fingers were engulfed by the flames. I gritted my teeth as the pain shot through my arm, but the way it stung me, the way it felt against my bare flesh was addicting. But I had to stop. I didn’t know how much time I had left; I couldn’t afford to dillydally any longer.
I stood back up, pulling my hand from the flame, and I couldn’t even look at the charred flesh, the muscles beneath were showing through, along with the tendons and ivory colored bones.
My eyes searched around the kitchen, looking for something, anything I could use for what I was about to do. I had let go of him, but he didn’t go anywhere, just standing in the middle of the room and staring blankly at the wall, his entire body shaking as blood dripped out of him, running down his thighs into a tiny puddle on the tiled floor.
It hurt so terribly to even move my burned hand slightly, but I found what I had been looking for: kerosene. I don’t know why my grandmother had stored it in such an obvious place, right in one of the cabinets with a clear door. Since I was in a hurry, I walked over to the cabinet quickly, tearing the door open and pulling the huge jug of kerosene out with my good hand, and set it down on the counter. I unscrewed the cap and poured the contents of the plastic container all over the floor, making a trail to the fire and dumping the rest into the flames.
I could see Aoi watching me curiously, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. He still stood in the same position, silently contemplating the situation. He still had no idea…
I threw the empty kerosene container in some random direction, glancing up to the curtains to see the tassels that would help me finish him. To finish what I had come here to do. The trail of gas erupted in the flames, immediately blocking any exit that he would have thought of taking. He collapsed onto the floor, head in his hands as he finally realized my intentions. One of us was going to die here; I bet that was what he was thinking. But in truth, it would be both of us.
“So you’ve finally caught on, eh, gorgeous?” I said in a low voice, the flames reflecting in my eyes, which were probably cold and dead already.
He didn’t answer, instead he sobbed quietly into his palms, his shoulders shaking. I smirked, walking over to the curtain and pulling the tassels down swiftly, the curtains collapsing and falling into the flames, and I let them burn.
I couldn’t help but cackle at how amazing this was, I couldn’t have thought of any better way to die. I had my beautiful lover sitting there, being engulfed by the flames, while I killed us both. It was absolutely marvelous.
Without anymore hesitation, I stalked over to his crying form on the floor and sat behind him, rope in hand, and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. I wrapped my hands around his, pulling them away from his face, and he was too weak to resist anymore. He just let his hands fall into his lap, while my hands wrapped the rope around his neck, and then I pulled it, hard.
He immediately tensed and pulled his hands up to his neck, struggling for air. I held on, even though my hand felt like it was about to break off, until he stopped struggling. He went limp, and he was dead. Just like that, my beautiful Aoi lay there in my arms, now a lifeless doll.
I withdrew my hands from him now and stood up, walking through the flames as if they were nothing. The entire room was alight with the fire, and it even travelled out into the hallway. But I took no notice of this.
Instead, I grabbed the butcher’s knife from the knife block, cringing at how the fire was eating at my flesh, and it hurt. I decided not to waste anymore time.
I brought the knife to my own neck and without another thought; then I pressed it into the flesh of my neck, slowly dragging it across. I felt a tear fall from my eyes, and I just pulled the knife across fast, to get this over with. Blood spurted out of my neck, and I glanced back down to his form on the flaming floor. That was the last I saw of anything.
We’ll be together, in hell, my love.
 xo_Deidara · Wed Jan 07, 2009 @ 11:43pm · 2 Comments |
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