Man I haven't posted anything in a while have I? XD Well I feel like I should fix that!
Ryou: ...I really don't get good vibes from this ._.
Oh stop your whinning, I just tried a new style! You'll live, now do the disclaimer
Ryou: ...Fluffy doesn't own me or Mariku or anything Yugioh related... which to be honest I am a tad grateful for
Why I give you screen time, hell I've made you seme to Mariku of all people!
Ryou:...I'll be good
That's what I thought. Now read on and enjoy!
Running
Narrow lavender eyes sparkle with a sadistic gleam as it watches the prey flee in terror. A hot tongue licks over tan lips, smirking in anticipation. A little longer, just wait a little longer so the hunter can give its prey a feeling of false hope. Desperation is such a delicious emotion to the hunter. Foolishly, the prey looks over its shoulder.
The chase begins
Running at a fast pace, the hunter lets out a low growl, barring its teeth in a malicious grin. Out of instinct, the prey looks back again and sees its hunter gain speed. The prey quickens its pace; the hunter quickens his.
So much fear and adrenaline coursing through the prey only excites the hunter more. Sweat gleams off the prey's smooth, unmarred skin, giving the prey a slight glow as it runs through the shadows. Large wide eyes reflect the terror that fills the prey to its very core. Slender legs run clumsily, desperately trying not to tangle or trip. The preys breathe coming out faster and faster, its heartbeat pounds against its chest in agony. Short, raged breaths are not gulping back enough oxygen to satisfying its burning lungs. The prey winces, trying to hold back its pain on sheer will alone, exciting the hunter further.
Smirking wildly, the hunter feels no discomfort in this chase. Eyes still narrow, the hunter's sharp teeth are exposed, adding on its hazardous appearance. Its breathing is calm and even, sometimes escaping in low growls. An animalistic glow surrounds the hunter as it continues its chase. Its prey slows its pace, only slightly, but it is enough for the hunter. It continues to increase its pace, an indescribable sense of glee overcoming the hunter as the prey becomes closer in range. It can almost feel its prey's smooth skin brush beneath its fingertips. Victory is within his grasp.
The prey does not look back, for it can almost feel its defeat. No! It cannot give up yet! The chase will go on until there is nowhere left to run.
The prey cannot- will not- be defeated now!
It gains speed, the prey's legs moving forward with a final spurt of adrenaline. Large eyes clench shut, trying its hardest to ignore the pain following through its lithe body. The will to survive is the only factor driving the prey to continue in its race for life. It does not know where to go, the prey only knows is never to go back. Trust has been lost while blood shall be shed, they prey must continue.
Hungry, lavender eyes roam over its prey in a sick fascination. How far can those lean legs carry this fragile creature? When will it give up? What is the breaking point for the prey? These answers soon shall be discovered at the expense of the poor prey. With each passing step, the hunter grows more and more curious. How will this little prey look coated in its own blood? Will the red permanently stain the milky skin? Will deep cuts scar forever, showing the world the hunter's mark? Curiosity now morphing into a deep wanting, the chase is drawing to a close.
Running
That's all the prey can focus on, forcing each leg to carry it forward, never back. The hairs on the back of its neck stand up as it senses the hunter catch up.
Eyes clench tighter still, snapping open at the sound of its hunter's growl. The wide eyes stare fearfully at the sights presented before it.
A dead end
The prey has been cornered. Quickly halting its movements, the prey merely stares up at the large, towering wall, its skin turning ghostly white. Panting heavily, breathing in as much air as possible, the prey places a slim hand on the rough surface. A dark, ominous chuckle meets the prey's ears causing the prey to slowly turn around, fear tearing through its very core.
It has been caught
A loud chuckle seems to surround the two, hunter and prey, as the threatening figure prowls closer. The hunter bares its teeth malevolently, smirking as it watches the wide eyes reflect the hunters frightening appearance.
This, this is what the hunter lives for. The terror, the trembling, the absolute control over another's existence; it's like the hunter's own personal high.
The prey presses its exhausted body further against the wall tramping it to its doom, desperately trying to find an escape. Its knees buckle as its large eyes stare, unmoving, at its hunter. So many regrets, so many unfulfilled dreams, just so much wasted time flashes before the prey, crushing its spirit slowly with each agonizing second. The prey can only tremble in fear as the hunter approaches, sharp teeth exposed in a wicked grin. All hope is lost as the hunter takes its final steps, trapping its prey completely.
Tan arms spread out, that dark grin never faltering once. The familiar gestures call the prey towards the hunter, but that smirk keeps it rooted in spot. A deadly gleam shines behind lavender eyes, not unlike a lion staring down its prey, the prey playing the part of the lone gazelle. Large, shimmering eyes glisten with unshed tears, staring fearfully at the hunting lion. The lion only repeats the gesture, silently calling for the gazelle to come to him. The prey's eyes locks with the hunter's, mesmerizing the gazelle and compelling it to approach it's hunter in a daze.
The hunter's smirk widens delightfully, cooing softly as it can feel its prey embrace him. Firm hands run through the gazelle's hair, murmuring false words of comfort and lies. The prey's eyes water with glistening tears, fear and doubt conflicting against his actions.
A large scream of pain fills the air as the hunter stabs its prey with a large knife. The cold blade presses against hot flesh, tearing through the prey's long sleeved shirt. Droplets of blood begin to trail down the pale back from the stinging cut as tears pour out of the large eyes. Strong arms wrap around the shuddering figure, slashing along the prey's back. The prey struggles and thrashes against its captors strong hold, trying to break free but to no avail.
The lion continues to whisper sweet lies, taking the knife out of its victim's back while holding on tight to the gazelle. The prey leans as far back as it can, staring at its hunter with tear-stained eyes. So much hurt and desperation shines within the watery orbs, boring into lavender irises.
The hunter brings the knife up and makes a shallow cut along the prey's cheek, staring hungrily at the line of crimson dripping out of the slash. A long tongue darts out to slowly lick a trail of blood from the wounded cheek. The prey's breathe hitches in its throat, trying desperately to swallow down the lump in his throat.
"W-why?"
The prey chokes out a sob, tears running down its cheeks, the salty water stinging with the bloody cut. Its breathing comes out as panicked gasps as it witnesses the hunter pull up the bloodied knife.
"Why are you doing this?"
It begins thrashing again, trying desperately to escape from the lion, the hunter. That damn smirk never falters from the lion's face, the knife gleaming in the shadowy surroundings.
"Why? I thought you l-loved me!"
Shrieks escape past the prey's dry throat, trying desperately to reason with the monstrous hunter.
"P-please! D-don't do this! This-this isn't you!"
The tears never stop flowing as the prey watches fearfully, every motion the knife makes, as it draws closer and closer.
"MARIKU STOP! PLEASE! I-I LOVE YOU!"
All of the screaming, all of the pleas, all of heartbreak and betrayal, gone. The hunter lowers his arms, watching with cold eyes as the pale figure slumps in his grasp. Large, empty brown eyes dull as it's spark of life leaves. He drops his hold on the pale body, watching intently as it gently falls back.
As if in slow motion, the body falls, finally hitting the ground with an echoing thump not once moving. Long strands of snowy-white hair sprawl all around this figure, it's pale face stare up at nothing. One final tear rolls down the tear coated cheek, dripping into the large slash on the pale neck. Even in death, the prey has an angel like glow about it. The light, trapped forever within the shadows of betrayal.
The lion stares down at its final kill, bringing the knife up to tan lips. A long tongue licks along the metal blade, shivering in pure ecstasy at the cold, delicious taste. Smirking down at the lifeless body, the lion gently caresses the icy cheek. The hunter bends down a places a chaste kiss against pale lips, smearing some of the blood on the prey's lips while doing so.
"Why?"
He stands back up and chuckles quietly. The slow chuckles soon come out as mad laughter, filling in the silence that surrounds them. The laughter slowly calms back down to mere chuckles, his shoulders shaking slightly.
He places the knife down in the prey's lifeless grasp, smirking all while doing so.
"Because I love you Ryou."
xXx
Large lavender eyes snap open, sweat covering Mariku's brow as he snaps upright. Panting heavily, flashes of events that have yet to occur appear before his eyes. A sweaty hand clamps over his face as he tries to calm his breathing.
'D-did… did I just dream that? I-I can't believe this! Ryou… I love him! I love him,' he breaths in and out, before slowly counting to ten to calm himself. 'Yes I love Ryou, I would never ever kill him.'
He jumps as he feels something cuddle up to his side. Glancing down he see the white haired beauty snuggle closer towards him, a soft, angelic look gracing his sleeping features. A pang of fear runs through Mariku as more flashes from his dream catch up to him. Blood, pain, and so much fear looking up at him with tear stained eyes. Those eyes, they tore at Mariku's heart.
Guilt runs through him as he goes over the dream again. That man… was him… that was who he used to be… who he could return to being. His heart begins beating faster and faster, his eyes widening madly as the only sight he sees is Ryou's lifeless body, laying beneath him.
His hands grip at the sheets beneath him, unknowingly disturbing his pale love in the process. Ryou stirs slightly, alerting Mariku that he is waking up. Mariku jumps as Ryou blinks sleepily up at him, normally this would have earned a hug for being so cute.
Smiling cutely, Ryou places a pale hand over one of Mariku's fists. "Is something troubling you?"
Mariku's breathe hitches in his throat as he stares into Ryou's large, innocent brown eyes. He can feel his defenses fall as his heart swells at the sight. His fist relaxes, gently grasping Ryou's, running his thumb over the pale appendage.
"Nothing's wrong love, just got startled by something. I can't remember so there's no real reason to worry about it."
His gentle coos sooth Ryou enough to see through the nervous lies. Ryou smiles benignly, placing a tender kiss against Ryou's unmarred cheek. The pale teen giggles sweetly, nuzzling against Mariku's chest.
"If you're sure. Good night Mariku."
With that, the sweet, innocent gazelle falls back asleep, completely unaware of the storm brewing within his lover's mind. Mariku's hand rubs along Ryou's back, trying desperately to block his negative thoughts from his mind. He hears Ryou mumble his name through his sleepy state, assuming that he must be having calm dreams involving him.
'Why can't I be like that?'
Mariku brings his hand up to his face, and fights back a scream. Quickly looking at his hand again, he relaxes, visibly slouching his shoulders in relief. Previously, dark crimson blood appeared to have stained his hand. Blood that shined like Ryou's had… in his nightmare.
'No! I will never be the cause of Ryou's pain. I will not spill his pure blood with my blade,' he looks down at his sleeping lover determined. 'That can- will- never happen, not if I have any say about it.'
Something catches his eye; Mariku turns to see, only to grow pale at the sight. The knife from his dream shines dully, almost as if taunting him. The knife seems to beg to be used, wishing to spill the blood of that lying in his arms. His hand stretches towards the knife, but something stops him. He looks down and sees Ryou there, lying naively within his grasp. Glowing with trust and love, Ryou sleeps peacefully, completely unaware of the deranged thoughts running through Mariku's clouded mind.
'I will not harm you,' he repeats to himself, placing a kiss on Ryou's forehead. 'I can keep you safe my love…'
He looks at the knife, temptation awaiting patiently from the recesses of his mind. 'I have to keep you safe,'
"From my nightmares."
Like I said earlier I tired some new things here so please, please tell me what you think! If you spot mistakes I apologize! Again I would love feed back to please review, you don't have to if you don't want to but I would seriously love it if you did 8D I plan on maybe writing a second part, anyone want me too? If you do or don't I'd love to hear why if you don't mind! Good night readers (or good morning if you read this earlier 8D)