I hate you.
More than I have hated anyone before, you are the one person I hate the most right now—yes, you, smiling away to the many around you, grinning freely like the fool you are.
Are you completely oblivious to my glare? Cannot you feel my eyes burning through your back, my curses buzzing in your ears?
No. Of course not. You cannot feel hate. You cannot feel anger. Your body is immune to it. Your smile is your protection; your happiness is your shield. Every cruel thought, negated by that shining armour and never felt by you. Your joy is contagious, a sweetness that draws others to you like the insects they are.
...But what if I were to take away your peace?
What if I wrapped my hands around your neck? What if my fingers pressed down against you pulse—would you still be grinning the way you are now?
What if pushed you against the wall? Would I hear the air fill with a cry of your pain instead of laughter?
...If I were to kiss you, steal it from your lips with my own, would you not be able to look my in the eye anymore? Would you not be able to pretend to care for others like before? Would a look of disgust fill that face so used to laughing? Would I see the fear of the wounded animal that hides under layers of false optimism?
If I were to touch your skin, would your tongue burn with the poisonous words you would use against me? Would that mouth, so accustomed to joyful speech, spit hate towards me like venom? Would your kind hands beat me till they bleed as you try to escape my grasp?
I want to rip away your innocence.
I want to shatter your calm.
I want to break your shields.
I want you to shiver every time you hear my name. I want your blood to run cold at the sound of my voice. I want to see those gentle eyes widen in fear every time you see me approach. I want to see you freeze at my slightest touch.
You've wanted to protect but you have secrets, too. Let me see what you've kept hidden from others. No; you don't have to show me. I will take it all from you.
Your hate; your fear; your anger; your lust; your shame; your disgust; your pride; your insecurities; you weaknesses ...You cannot disguise them from me. I will make sure of it.
I will break you down until you are nothing.
I will tear down your walls until you are left bare.
I will push you to the edge until you feel like jumping.
I will invade your peace until you reach the brink of insanity.
I will ruin you until no one can love you.
There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run from me.
I will make you mine, Kiyoshi.
A/N: First off sorry for any OoC-ness, but we could all admit that Hanamiya is kind of a sadist, but what would happen when his target is one person who isn't fazed by him? Would he succeed in breaking him, or is there room for both of them ti be saved?
Hey friends! If anyone of you are wondering what this is, I don't have an answer. I found this piece of sadistic writing from my random collection. I have no idea when this was written or in which frame of mind was I, and that itself gave me chills.(Is that possible?)
And for some reason it went well with my latest obsession: Kuroko no Basuke. I wanted this to stand alone, but I'm thinking of expanding on it into a short fiction with some notion of a plot.
Please let me know if anyone would like that! But I have ro warn you, it will have slight shounen-ai, and a dash of messing with the characters!
