AN: New story! Quite dark, be warned.
Takaba Akihito had been normal. He had grown up in a normal family, under a normal father and mother who neither spoiled him to death nor were strict totalitarians. He was a normal boy, who had gotten in a little bit too much trouble in junior high but had straightened out in high school and had gotten into a decent college, and was most likely going to be a salaryman. His plans consisted of nothing more than getting a normal job, marrying a normal wife, and raising his perfectly normal family. Indeed, Takaba was the quintessential male Japanese citizen, with nothing but his slightly above average beauty to set him apart. And then one day, he tripped. He tripped on this laid out path of normalcy that he had been following so easily, and fell down the rabbit hole.
And who really knows how deep this path will go?
"Aw, come on Aki, don't be a wuss!" Kou whined, despite the fact that he was swaying quite a bit himself.
Akihito shook his head. "Sorry man, I've got a first period lecture tomorrow, I should head back to my apartment and sleep this off. Hirata-sensei's a strict old geezer."
Reluctantly, Kou and Takato both nodded. "We'll see you tomorrow, Aki." Takato said, giving him a brief wave farewell, helping Kou walk without swaying.
"Bye!" Aki waved, and turned to leave.
There was something strange about the streets at night. By day, the Tokyo streets were packed, jostling with people, all talking and clamoring and painting a mess of color against the backdrop of black asphalt and steel buildings. By night, fewer people came out, and most that did were the unsavory type. Street lamps flickered and it was oddly quiet, save for the occasional breeze that swept through and maybe the raucous laughter of a passing gang. Suddenly, a muted thump sounded out. His head snapped towards the sound that had come from a dark alleyway.
Don't do it…His more rational side urged him. This feels like danger.
Slowly, he crept closer and closer, barely peeking one eye around the entrance of the alleyway.
At first he saw nothing, just the inky darkness of the confined space. But gradually, as his pupils dilated, he began to make out figures. Three tall men stood over the huddled body of a fourth, obviously the one that had made the thump. The victim screamed out, muffled by the gag, and was quickly silenced by a punishing kick to his jaw. An audible crack rang out.
"What do we do, boss?" Man #1 turned to the third man that stood farther away from the body, nearer to the entrance of the alley.
Without speaking, the man held out his hand. The second man reached into his suit and pulled out…a knife? Aki barely held back a gasp as the silver metal gleamed under the sparse moonlight, highlighting the wickedly jagged edge. The victim's eyes widened as he attempted to scream again despite his broken jaw, which was beginning to ooze a sticky crimson. "Scream again and I'll cut your tongue out." The voice was richly seductive and menacing, filled with the promise to kill.
The screaming stopped.
The next day, Akihito did not come to class.
That afternoon, when his friends had stopped by to ask about if he was okay or if he needed cold medicine, he faked a smile and waved them off, saying that he had simply felt a bit off and had chosen to get some extra sleep, The believed his lie, and left him alone, once again with his thoughts.
Through a full twenty four hour period, out of the hazy soup of his consciousness, a terrifying realization began to coagulate. He was not scared. And he remembered everything. He remembered seeing the man's skin being peeled off by that sharp, sharp knife, oozing red all over the filthy floor of the alley, to reveal pulsating flesh and muscle beneath. He remembered how stunning the sight had been, like an anatomical diagram, all yellow skin on crimson muscle on pure white bone. He definitely remembered the terrified, pained, insane look on the victim's face, his eyes like a crazed rabbit's, already past human intelligence. And how afterwards, when he had finally bled out, how he had slumped to the ground like a broken doll, his bones and muscles on display and his skin flapping off of him like loose canvas. The lead man had stared down with sadistic satisfaction, not minding the dark blood that now covered his fancy dress shirt and suit.
But Akihito was not scared. He curled up, pressing himself against his blankets, frantically trying to hide his raging erection.
Akihito loved it.
AN: Reviews are nice ^_^