disclaimer: Emerald Twin Blade does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX or Haou or Hell Johan/Jehu... Ta-daa~
dedication: to Monkey and Cookee.
Emerald's News & Nonsense:
Ahaha... Well, Monkey and I were talking about her fic Who's Scared Now, and then I said "I wanna try writing Horror..." But this came out more Tragedy. XD Fail on my part...
Btw, this will be a 4-Part 3-Word Prompt Project. In other words, each of these 4 chapters will have been written after Monkey gave me 3 words to use. -nodnod.-
: Fragment No.01 : Lies, Fear, Blood
He had been lied to so many times before… It was no surprise that Haou had not believed his lover half the time they were together. However, his lovely blunette had not been lying with that last phone call.
"Haou… H-help… Send… help…" his voice had stuttered breathily over the telephone.
Haou rolled his eyes; he had to be joking, but he was caught off guard when he heard a CRASH and when the line went dead. Deciding to investigate further, the brunette quickly ran across the street to the other's house, about to grab the front door handle when he heard a sickening CRRACK! somewhere on the other side of the door, a familiar scream piercing through the quiet night air. Haou's heart stopped for a second, hesitating before forcing himself to shove open the door.
The door swung open inward, creaking until it hit the wall. The two-tone-haired brunette stepped in, but froze at the sight before him.
The hallway mirrors were all broken, shards of glass reflecting his image a million times at him. The phone his blunette had used to contact him laid on the floor amongst the shining mess, the line attached to its holder cut. What surprised him the most was that thick red liquid was smeared on the hallway wall, with several drops leading a way to the living room.
The house had fallen silent… and adrenaline was already flowing through Haou as his heartbeat increased. A cold hand of Fear had wrapped its chilly fingers around his heart, giving him several ideas of what to expect. He did not like any of them. Gulping, he carefully stepped around the billions of pieces of broken glass, ignoring his inner fear to keep a stoic look on his face.
SHOW NO EMOTION. LET NO ONE KNOW YOUR FEAR.
He lived by these words… but it was getting harder and harder to obey. As the living room came into view, he suddenly dropped his indifferent mask, his mantra forgotten as golden eyes went as wide as humanly possible in a frightened shock beyond comprehension.
A boy around his age sat up against the opposite wall of the living room, his sleeveless turtleneck ripped open to expose tender, unprotected skin. Deep gashes had been torn through his left shoulder and his stomach, the same red liquid as before seeping out from both wounds to stain his clothing darker. A butcher knife had been driven through his chest, his heart, with its handle sticking out in front of him. A long slash across his forehead bled furiously, a sea of red painting his pale, lifeless face in color.
Haou fell to his knees, not noticing the glass cutting through his black slacks and ripping into his skin. Tears filled his wide gold hues, pupils having retracted into tiny dots.
"Jehu…"
Lifeless orange eyes stared straight at him, still glowing even after death.
The wall above the blunette had been smeared with his blood, spelling out the name: HAOU.
Gold eyes closed shut tightly as Haou cried out at the top of his lungs, "JEHU!!!!!"
His mind spun, making him dizzy and lightheaded. His sadness disappearing as an angry scowl formed over his lips, gold eyes burning with the flames of rage. He glared at his name on the wall before look back to his dead lover. Getting to his feet, he uncomfortably approached the other and bent down before him, his hands over his shoulders.
Haou did not care if he got covered in blood… It did not matter to him. It was Jehu's blood. His lover's blood… He would make an oath to it.
He placed his face directly in front of the other's, two inches separating their noses. Gold eyes were ever-glowing, as were the other's orange ones.
"Jehu… I will avenge you… You can count on it." He whispered before pressing their lips together in one final kiss of farewell and promise.