AN: This is a short I had written one lonely night when I was bored and impeccably tired back in ninth grade. I hadn't planned on posting this but I ended up liking it enough to go ahead and throw it out there anyways. It's kind of old and has a much different tone than my other main story, so don't go into shock on me haha. M for violence, torture, implied rape and creepiness I suppose (laughs maniacally) I don't mind getting reviews, it's neat to think people read my drabble. And oh the people you hear from lol. Anyways, I hope you like it :3
-uncmeister
Blood Ties
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I felt my finger tips brushing away those ruffled, inky locks from his pale face, my heart spasming in my ears.
My limbs, my mind, and my soul beating in one with his.
(Our holy Unison)
His sallow skin tainted with those delicious smatterings of blood; that pair of murky dark mirrors that showed everything I hate, everything I longed for-they were all mine. Even those lips, quivering as though he was on the verge of being sick and that slick, sticky and incredibly sweet vermilion that seemed to pour like tears out of his sobbing body were all mine.
(The unearthly beauty that was L on the cusp of death)
I wanted to kill him. I longed for it, craved it, but I needed L.
I needed to have that wonderful, perfect body that I could never have, to feel his against mine--to prove that I was superior, that I was the original and that he was the reflection, the one trapped in those endless black mirrors. He needed me too, I could feel it as I felt his heart hammering against mine.
And yet he turned away, choked and cried out when I touched him and relentlessly fought and kicked till I had to (not so regretfully) slam his beautiful skull into the concrete several times before he understood.
My poor deluded L.
You are not my enemy! Can't you see that? Are you blind?
(But how could those endless, glassy-black irises not see every secret the world had hidden?)
We were meant to be, you and I, our souls forged from the very same spirit!
(I am You and You are Me)
Can't you see the threads of blood that bind us together, that dangle from those precautious fingertips to mine?
(The string has always been taut between us)
You are mine and I am yours.
No one else can have you. No one. You cannot have what has never belonged to you, now can you?
Don't run away from the truth that's staring you in the face.
Don't fear the slick hot realization that's suckling on your lips, licking at your tongue, indulging in that sweet, sweet coppery jam smattered thick and heavy across those soft thin lips, killing you.
Do not fear L….my sweet, sweet L Lawliet. You'll understand soon.
I am the looker and I am the reflection; the first and very last breath.
I am your past and your present, your sweetest dreams and your blackest nightmares.
I am your straw doll for the taking, as you are mine.
You are mine and I am yours,
Forever and ever.
Don't worry that silly little head of yours, we'll see eye to eye soon enough. I promise.
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Mmm, sweet as strawberries
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