Notes: I wrote this a very long time ago. At first it had been just a little oneshot that was more like the fragment of a story. I was trying for a different type of description. But lately I've been thinking about this a lot and a plot actually formed and I decided to follow that little bunny and see what happens. It should be a short story.
It's a fantasy that is darkish, and dirty. It is meant to be a darkFairytale.
Warnings: There is foul language, mentions of drugs, sex, murder, depression, and suicide. Nothing too graphic but if you find it not suitable to your taste, then don't read. This is a revised chapter one.
I will be using the original Japanese names for some of the characters. This story does have a main song by the smashing pumpkins 'the beginning is the end is the beginning', which are the lyrics present in italics at the beginning and the end.
Names: Yuriy(Tala), Takao(Tyson), Boris(Bryan), Sergei(Spencer), Ralf(Robert), Hitoshi(Hiro), Borg(Boris), Mao(Mariah), Rai(Lee), Giancarlo(Enrique), Daitenji(Mr. Dickinson), and I think that's it. if others crop up i'll let you know.
Pairings: Mainly Yuriy(Tala)xJulia, with a side of Max/Emily
The original oneshot/fragment was dedicated to Lamanth, as of now this story is still dedicated to Lamanth.
Chasing after Clouds
by: zulka
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate
Shattered glass and ads of fast food places that were half faded looked at her in the face. Rundown buildings were littered with graffiti and broken windows—that looked more like eyes than anything. She passed through all of them, made her way to the marching crowd of students with neon green hair and electric blue. Ripped torn jeans and fishnets were all the rage along with the New Age music of acid lyrics and ear shattering guitars that made one bleed blood instead of tears.
The queen had slit her wrists on the day of her wedding and landed on broken flowers. That had been the day before. But the world didn't care. Sunlight filtered through the dark clouds of smoke and looked a sickly red. The sky had been bleeding since the day she was born.
The city fell into black, grey and white and strangely enough red was the ruling color of all. She figured it was because so much damned blood had been spilled back in history.
"Fucker over there thinks he's all the shit." Her friend whispered in that throaty voice that had screamed a little too much. Her hair was bright highlighter yellow and more body art than human along with the damn chains.
She sneered through grimy orange bangs, "He is shit. Just like every other motherfucker here." They passed like ghosts over the half filled bottles of beer and half naked people with green skin. Trash. She wondered who would be broken as a gift to the new deities. They too were trash.
Her friend snickered; she had lived for this shattering day when she would spit upon the holy ground. She pushed her orange bangs from her eyes which were vibrant dead green and ran a hand through her chopped brown hair. They were the children of doom. Born into a shattered earth of brown sludge and ash.
"See." She whispered to her friend as the sun went down to die another death and left the moon ruling in a shadowy haze. They had stopped and watched the cracks in the dirty cement.
"They were sin and fucking." She whispered as they walked into the grounds. Her friend nodded as they looked to the altar. "The temple is a fucking whorehouse and the oracles are the fucking sluts." With see through cloth and enchanting eyes that foretold of death with sex.
"And it's time to replace old with new." Her friend whispered in that raspy chains on concrete voice that made her shudder.
When she had been little she had looked for dream illusions and white puffy clouds only to find scars and fake i love you'sfrom sex obsessed males. But she was poison love of acid taste. No name faces that went through her with passion to leave her among crackling dying fires the next night. But she had always been echoes of forgotten dirty memories of flesh. And she wished to be that no more.
Smirking she watched her friend spitcrouchandpeeon the dirty 'holy' ground. Fuck the temple and its whores. Pleasure was pain and acid screeching lyrics of crystal meth. She walked away and joined her friend as they left the flashing building. To stay would allow life to betray them to death.
She was echo and she waved goodbyes as they parted for the remainder of the day.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She whispered as she turned into the alleys of cigar smoke and too sweet incense the color of death.
But she was poison with no antidote. So she kept walking through the smoky grey haze that smelled of musk and aftershave. When she saw him she knew who he was. Princess of ice joined with the King of fire and produced a bastard child, last to a line of kings. With flaming hair and icy eyes that froze her to her spot. His gaze was predatory and wolf like, more animal than man. She approached him slowly. His eyes, the only things that moved to follow her. Their paths had crossed more than once and in many lives. He was the nightmare of her child years—a boy fading to charred bones. He was the crush of her teenage years—the man boy that lived and survived her poison kiss. She stood before him in black skirt and fishnet shirt that covered sun kissed skin.
He stood and looked away from jaded eyes that made his heart beat with the life he was born without. He was king of kings, last to a line devoured by a vulture queen. She was the light in childhood dreams and the death of teenage years.
He was ice and water fresh.
She was poison dead.
They were the children of doom. Born to a world crushed and drained. She sat next to him, even though he was standing and looking to the greenish haze of cigar smoke and too sweet incense. Moonshine was yellow and dirty like the trash they all were. She knew and he knew. So he walked and she followed like the little lost puppy she had become when she started wishing upon dying stars. He led because he was a king of nothing but pain and useless royal blood. Because it was his wretched destiny.
He walked away from the world and into the ash prairies where he sat. She sat next to him and followed his gaze to the disintegrating world, all flesh, sin, and death. She sneered because she lost her smile to the first fake iloveyou.
Their world had always burned. It burned and people yelled while others laughed. Living and breathing misery. It was all it was. Burn…live…burn…live…die.
She turned to look at him and raised a scarred hand to touch his alabaster skin. He was marble carved. She was corrupted life. He turned to look at jaded eyes of green meadows that made him live. She was Julia, bright dead life. He was Yuriy, a throne less king.
He returned her kiss of poison with one of ice and water fresh. And he sneered at her because his kiss was sweet unadulterated honey. The type that made you thirsty for more. But she smiled as she turned to look at the shattered world with him. Because she was acid poison and he was water fresh.
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain
Original Author's note: When I first wrote this, I had been thinking of fluff and it didn't work. But as of now, as I said above, it has turned into a dark YuriyxJulia romance fairytale story. I hope you guys enjoyed and stick with me to see it to its end. Please review! Let me know what you think.
2018: the lyrics are from the smashing pumpkins. I will continue to repost this story, slowly. I still want to finish it. :D