Author's Note: I wrote this story a very long time ago when I had my first account. It got a lot of reviews then, and I was sad to see them all disappear when my account was deleted. After rereading through it, I realized how crappy it was. lol. BUT. If it still got so many reviews when it was so bad, I wondered how many reviews it would get if it went through major work. So. That brings me to this. I'm rewriting/editing/revamping the entire story. The summary is different and the title is different, but the plotline will essentially be the same. This is just a nice little side project for me as I continue to work on "Chapstick" and get my thoughts in order. Btw, new chapter of "Chapstick" nearly completed after long months of writing and then losing it. May be added later today if I get lots of reviews on this. ;) hint-hint
P.S. This prologue wasn't in the original story, I just decided to add it now. And the title is a Muse song that I happened to be listening to as I began rewriting this. If you read the lyrics, it will kind of give you a hint to how this story will be.
Title: Hysteria
Pairing: Yuki/Kyo
Summary: People with cold fingers are said to bring death. With long, bony, icy fingers gripping at his neck, Yuki will find himself fighting against his horror-filled fate that looms over the horizon, and, at the same, will find himself drawn into the warmth of a heart so unlike his own.
Prologue
They were cold fingers. They always had been. He inhaled sharply as those same fingers trailed down his bare side, skimming a bruise they inflicted just a few moments earlier. Ebony eyes bore into his slate colored ones, and he willed himself not to show fear. A futile attempt, of course, and his so-called "god" knew it. Bony fingers began moving again, this time sliding up to grasp his neck. They tightened slightly, and his breath hitched. He was trying not to panic but the slight change in his breathing was only the beginning. Akito's grip grew smaller and smaller, and soon Yuki found himself fighting for air, his trachea being crushed by the frail teen above him.
"Does it hurt, my pet?" His words were laced with venom, and his eyes gleaming with malice. "If you be a good boy, I'll make it hurt less. Will you be a good boy for me, my precious Yuki?"
The violet-haired boy struggled to answer, his voice straining against the pressure of Akito's hold. "Y-yes."
Crack. Yuki's head was slammed against the floor and then jerked upwards to prepare for a repeat. "'Yes' what?!"
"Y-yes, master."
"That's right. I am your master. You would do well to remember that. Remember that it will never change. You must always do as I say, Yuki. You must always obey me. Where would you be without your master? Your god? Nowhere, Yuki. You would be nowhere. Do you know why you would be nowhere, Yuki?" Silence. "Answer me, Yuki!" Akito slammed the boy's head against the floor again.
"No! I don't know why I would be nowhere." He was frightened. There was so much pain, and Akito seemed even more deranged than usual.
"You'd be nowhere because you'd be dead." Another leering, insane smile. "You can't live without me, Yuki! You could never live without me…"
He was cold as sleep and exhaustion took over his god. Akito's body was heavy against his own, forcing his breathing to become low and labored. He struggled for every breath, but at least the grip on his throat had lessened. The fingers were still wrapped around the column of his neck. They were cold fingers. They always would be.
Always a sign of death.