Confession in Blood
Rating:T for imagery.
Word Count: 494- whew pretty close.
A/N: This is my second submission for Write the Wrong. Beta'd by youroctober. :D
Thump! Thump!
That was all she could hear from the other room.
She sat outside, fists clenched, waiting as the rhythmic thumping continued.
He had asked her to meet him here, and now ten minutes later he still hadn't come out of that damned room—that constant sound a testament to his lingering presence.
What is he doing? she thought to herself, quickly stopping her thought process as they wandered in that direction.
He couldn't be. A blush slowly spread over her features. Standing up, she headed over to the room; now wasn't the time for him to be playing.
Hand on the door, before her determination deserted her, she yanked it open only to find...
Holy crap!
"I killed him," a dark voice filtered through the darkened room. Not quite believing what she was seeing and hearing she hit the overhead...
Holy crap!
In the middle of the room lay the body of her ex, his arrogant blond features stuck in an expression of shock, blood completely swamping him in a sea of red. And crouched over him was the man she was supposed to be meeting, drenched in the blood of his enemy, holding a previously silver candle stick holder in his hands, his dark hair falling into impossibly intense eyes, which were currently boring a hole straight through her.
"Tsuruga-san," the girl gaped at her senpai; there was no way the tableau before her was real. Laughter bubbled up in her chest as tears threatened to spill—her body couldn't seem to make up whether it wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation or cry.
"I killed him. I killed Fuwa," the man repeated, dropping the candle stick as he stood. "Now we can be together, Kyoko-chan."
Did he just say that? she thought as she took a step back from the slowly approaching man, hysteria threatening to overwhelm her. Did he just call me Kyoko-chan?
"W-what's g-g-going on?" she stuttered, looking up into those too intense eyes. "What's w-wrong with S-sho?"
Tsuruga Ren grabbed Mogami Kyoko's shoulders and drew her in for a searing kiss; after a moment he pulled back and stared into her terrified amber eyes.
"He's dead!" he said matter-of-factly, "I killed him because I love you."
Kyoko's mouth fell open, Tsuruga Ren had just kissed her and now he was confessing. Now she was definitely going to laugh, this had to be a dream.
"Cut," the director yelled, and everyone sprang into action clearing the scene. Kyoko looked around flabbergasted suddenly becoming aware of the people around them. Relief swept over her as she realised they were on set.
"This isn't real," she smiled to herself.
Laughter wracked her small frame as she was drawn into a hug from Ren—laughter which died down just as quickly as she realised Fuwa Sho hadn't moved at all since the director ended the scene.
"Isn't it?" she could feel Ren smirk into her shoulder.
Holy crap!
A/N: This is a pretty crack ficlet but I really enjoyed writing it. The challenge for this: a character walks into a room, they see something and aren't sure whether to laugh or cry. Also we had to include at least five lines of dialogue and it had to be no more than 500 words. So I hope you guys like, comments will be greatly appreciated. Thanks.