Title: Pomegranate
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: One-sided TsunaxHaru, implied HibarixTsuna
Genre: Angst
Status: Oneshot
Warning: Violence, Sexual themes, un-beta'd
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story and I'm not making any money. Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira-sensei.
Pomegranate
I can hear his muffled screams of pleasure, his voice low and throaty as his lover thrusts into him. I can almost feel my own walls shaking as his lover slams into him violently, bed creaking noisily. He's begging, pleading for him to stop, pleading for him to keep going, screeching like a common whore. His lover is grunting and I know he's sinking his teeth into him, biting him to death.
Choking on a sob, hot tears seep from my cheeks, dripping down my pillows. Burying my face in the soft cushions, I clutched onto my hair, ripping out brown locks. The fiery, clear liquid won't stop falling.
"Hi… Hibari-san…"
I thrash my head side to side, unable to listen to their lustful dance. I gagged, vile rising to my throat as my body convulsed in dry heaves. By now, I'm wailing. 'Will my voice ever reach you?'
My heart is heavy, pounding loudly against my ears. And I can hear his lover ramming him in synch.
"Tsunayoshi…"
I shrieked, hands furiously grasping for something, anything. Grabbing onto a pair of binoculars, I hurl it across the room. Those same lens I used to spy on him, to watch him from afar, are gone. No longer within my reach, no longer giving me the sight I need, the same as you. My vanity shatters and I exult the glorious moment I couldn't hear them. Sharp pieces of the mirror fly at me, lodging into my flesh.
Pain washed over me and I rejoiced, elated at the razor-edge pang stabbing me, the sorrow and grief no longer suffocating my chest. And I howled in laughter, hands lashing out on my body, pushing the broken glass into my wound. Blood pools around me, the crimson plasma staining my sheets. I fall into the gory covers, tears and carnage mixing and melting together as I welcome sleep.
Author's Note: Inspired by another poem I wrote~ (haha) Tell me what you think my pretties?
Another story to the Forbidden Fruit Series~ (haha) The fruit pomegranate is not mentioned itself, but in Japanese slang, it describes a wound because of the fruit's lush, blood red meat.