I'LL FIX HIM

mmm. Was looking at a picture, loved, good art. But anyway, saw, idea sprung, wrote. Enjoy.

HICHIGO'S POV

How many times have I raped him mentally? How many times have I drawn a knife across his soul? Too many to count?

He's broken past the point of recognizing it. He doesn't understand what has happened to him. He's so insane he's normal. But he's lost it. The buildings in here are cracked, falling apart, turning to rubble. He's lost it. Thanks to me. And I revel in the thought.

I've broken him, and now I shall fix him.

I shall fix him because I love his calm smiling face. I shall fix him because I love his strong determined attitude.

I shall fix him because I want to break him.

I kiss his sleeping face. His face looks peaceful. Like an angel resting. A beautiful face. But I know that wretched screams t wrack his frail body almost every night. He stopped eating, he grew thin. At those times, he was weak. I caused him enough pain. And I enjoyed every moment of it.

I listened with pure pleasure at the sobs that would wiggle their way past his lips. I was enraptured by the screams of pain that he couldn't help but utter.

But now I want to put him back together.

If only so I can smash him again.

I protect him from harm. I hold him tightly in my arms. But I still draw knives lightly over his soul. Because it's just so fun to see him scream and cry.

I love his broken frail body. The way he rests in my arms without complaint. The way he listens to my muttered 'I love you'. the way he accepts the torment I inflict upon him. Because he can't understand what's being done, Because he's too weak and tired to push me away.

He lets me guard him when he's sleeping, he lets me, but it's not like he has a choice. He knows I am his master. In this, I am king.

He's only insane when he's sleeping. He keeps it trained when he's awake. Sometimes he jumps out of dreams, still half asleep, and clutches at my clothes yelling frantically 'I'm sorry I'm sorry! Stop!' and then he falls back into his dreams.

I love his night time sobs. The way he curls up close to me, hating me but wanting comfort. I love the way he seeks me in his dreams. Because he knows 'this is what caused your problems, this is what will chase them away' I love his nightmares. Because he looks for me to save him from them.

I am what broke him. I shall fix him.

Just so I can smash him again.

His frail little body that seeks mine. He secretly loves me, I'm sure. The sobs that tear themselves out of his throat. He's so pretty like this. So very beautiful. Broken and bleeding, yielding and weak.

I love him like this very much.

Because when he is so far gone that he doesn't even recognize it, he gives into me. He let's me hold him in my arms, and he knows that I am king. He says he loves me. He knows what I want.

He knows 'this is what has done this to you, this is what shall chase it away.' he knows that I'll protect him. He knows that he's mine.

And when he's sleeping, he seeks me honestly. He screams with no restraint. He holds onto me, begs me to protect him.

And I want to fix him.

Merely for the fun of breaking him again.

OWARI

done really quickly. I felt the need to write so my mind hastily pieced this together. I hope you enjoyed, RXR ONEGAI! By the way, my friend told me a story, and I kinda have inspiration for a small lemon. Anybody want me to put it up?