Warnings- Yaoi/Shounen-ai content, discussed violence, rape, and incest, and suicide.
Disclaimer- Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Note- I made up a reason why Yamato is fragile in "I Took Him" because so many of you can't see him as the submissive type.
Standing Out, Looking In
By The Masked Author
It's just one nightmare after another.
First Yamato, my dear Yamato, turns up missing. And when he finally comes back he is broken and almost dead. And then, to make matters worse, Takeru suddenly commits suicide. There is a note in his apartment describing everything he did to his brother in sickening detail.
I'm glad he's dead, because now I don't have to kill him myself. And I would have. He hurt my Yamato beyond repair, and now his name is like poison.
Not many people know how fragile Yamato really is. He has his problems. Illness and addictions, and so on. I could help him get rid of the addictions, but the illness will always be with him.
They won't claim his life. He's a fighter. If he could stand up to a monster and take every blow and every disgusting act, then I am positive anorexia won't claim him.
Imagine Ishida Yamato, a guy with a metabolism so fast you wonder if her even digests anything, having anorexia. It started about two years ago, when he realized that (heavens forbid) he weighed over 100 pounds, more than he had ever weighed in his life. So he tried to lose the weight. He tried too hard.
He got hooked on diet pills, which were easy to chuck (as far as drug addictions go, anyway), and then he starved himself. By the middle of last year he weighed just over 75 pounds, less than he did at age ten. He was a skeleton, and his skin stretched over his bones and his cheeks were sunken in.
I was never once repulsed by his appearence. I stayed with him, and I helped him to eat and gain weight.
At the time of this particular nightmare he weighed exactly 92 pounds, roughly what he weighed during high school. He has always had some form of anorexia, forcing him to keep his weight below 100 pounds, but then he realizes how unbelievably thin he is and hides it. Just one of his many problems.
Of coarse, right now I couldn't give a flying fuck about his eating habits.
As I sit next to him in a darkened hospital room, I wonder what kind of sick, twisted human being could have done that to my Yamato. His hands are both in casts, the entire left side of his face is black and blue, and his ribs are cracked. He is covered in cuts that weren't treated, and he lays under the covers in the boiling hot room feeling chills because those cuts got infected. Wires and monitors and bottles of fluid leading into him are everywhere.
The very sight of him brings tears to my eyes. I know I should feel fortunate. Most people who disappear for weeks don't come back alive, even in bad shape. Of coarse, if I was really lucky, this never would have happened at all. But now look who is being the pessimist.
I talk softly into Yamato's ear, telling him everything will be all right and the monster who did this is gone, but I don't think he can hear me. And besides, even if that bastard did this to him, he is still my angel's brother, and he won't be happy to hear the news.
I hope that bastard is rotting in hell for what he did to my Yamato. He ruined every hope and dream that he ever had, and that is not something that can be forgiven.
~Owari~
Quick Note- I know this is very short, but under my other name and under this name I have other projects. I promised someone I would write this, and I did. I didn't promise it would be long, happy, or even that fullfilling. Thank you for your time.
Disclaimer- Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Note- I made up a reason why Yamato is fragile in "I Took Him" because so many of you can't see him as the submissive type.
Standing Out, Looking In
By The Masked Author
It's just one nightmare after another.
First Yamato, my dear Yamato, turns up missing. And when he finally comes back he is broken and almost dead. And then, to make matters worse, Takeru suddenly commits suicide. There is a note in his apartment describing everything he did to his brother in sickening detail.
I'm glad he's dead, because now I don't have to kill him myself. And I would have. He hurt my Yamato beyond repair, and now his name is like poison.
Not many people know how fragile Yamato really is. He has his problems. Illness and addictions, and so on. I could help him get rid of the addictions, but the illness will always be with him.
They won't claim his life. He's a fighter. If he could stand up to a monster and take every blow and every disgusting act, then I am positive anorexia won't claim him.
Imagine Ishida Yamato, a guy with a metabolism so fast you wonder if her even digests anything, having anorexia. It started about two years ago, when he realized that (heavens forbid) he weighed over 100 pounds, more than he had ever weighed in his life. So he tried to lose the weight. He tried too hard.
He got hooked on diet pills, which were easy to chuck (as far as drug addictions go, anyway), and then he starved himself. By the middle of last year he weighed just over 75 pounds, less than he did at age ten. He was a skeleton, and his skin stretched over his bones and his cheeks were sunken in.
I was never once repulsed by his appearence. I stayed with him, and I helped him to eat and gain weight.
At the time of this particular nightmare he weighed exactly 92 pounds, roughly what he weighed during high school. He has always had some form of anorexia, forcing him to keep his weight below 100 pounds, but then he realizes how unbelievably thin he is and hides it. Just one of his many problems.
Of coarse, right now I couldn't give a flying fuck about his eating habits.
As I sit next to him in a darkened hospital room, I wonder what kind of sick, twisted human being could have done that to my Yamato. His hands are both in casts, the entire left side of his face is black and blue, and his ribs are cracked. He is covered in cuts that weren't treated, and he lays under the covers in the boiling hot room feeling chills because those cuts got infected. Wires and monitors and bottles of fluid leading into him are everywhere.
The very sight of him brings tears to my eyes. I know I should feel fortunate. Most people who disappear for weeks don't come back alive, even in bad shape. Of coarse, if I was really lucky, this never would have happened at all. But now look who is being the pessimist.
I talk softly into Yamato's ear, telling him everything will be all right and the monster who did this is gone, but I don't think he can hear me. And besides, even if that bastard did this to him, he is still my angel's brother, and he won't be happy to hear the news.
I hope that bastard is rotting in hell for what he did to my Yamato. He ruined every hope and dream that he ever had, and that is not something that can be forgiven.
~Owari~
Quick Note- I know this is very short, but under my other name and under this name I have other projects. I promised someone I would write this, and I did. I didn't promise it would be long, happy, or even that fullfilling. Thank you for your time.