Holed Skin
By Sakatsu
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to Kishimoto! I am not making profit with this!
Preview: Shino's gift...his curse. Kikai swarm inside his body against his will, he just wished he was normal...for once. [Ramblings
A/N: I squeezed this one out in one day. It was a big, chunky and hard piece of writing. And the sound it made?
"Plop."
Into the Pearly White Porcelain Bowl known as FF . Net... Too bad the flush handle is broken...Enjoy.
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His body is coverd in sores. Kikai made these. He had no control over that, he needed them and they needed him to survive. Since he was a kid, his peers revolted in disgust at his gift...his curse. It wasn't his fault, they'd say: "Still, its gross...don't come near me."
I guess thats when I first started hating myself.
It was then, also that he shifted into himself, keeping his Kikai as company. Refering to books to keep from boredom. His Kikai introducing him to the world as bugs, he had more than enough to do.
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Doning his new shades, he doesn't blame his new classmates for hating him. Bugs are gross for anybody who hasn't lived with them.
"Hey Shino, why are you wearing those inside?!?" Curious eyes stare at the shades which reveals nothing except black ambiguous tint.
"It is... for another ones reasons to keep to oneselfs own self intact for the future." He splewed that bullshit out, and the curious eyes cloud with confusion and say, "...okaaay..." and move on.
It became his new line of defense, he loved it.
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Things changed when 12 hit. His body changed and grew, strange sensations wracked his body, hormones raged. Angst hit him, it hit him hard.
Nobody told him anything about what was happening. He though that his Kikai was making him do this. Non of the others was going through the same thing. It must be his Kikai. Goddamn them. It made him feel outcasted. That his
Turning crazy with hormones, he turned to himself with a knife. He was tired of having his extremities tingle and a certain organ raise every single moment of the day: He'd rather live without it than have that sticking like an eye sore. But once the knife cut into his skin, his body convulsed uncontrollably, white globs flowed freely. It was when he discovered he was a masochist.
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Now, beneath the jacket he adorned, beneath the fishnet shirt, scars stretch across soft skin with Kikai swarming angrily underneath. For once, he wishes they'd stop. Some Kikai seep out of the wounds made and crawl around his chest.
People were afraid of him, his power, his gift. He just needed to be normal, but he was himself. And he can't help that.
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When I lay down, I hypnotise myself. I lay there for days, disassociative. Here I am back, just for now until I lay down again.
Hold onto this moment before it fades away into my secret world forever.