Wow. A new fic from me. I'm amazed. I haven't written for a while
because the original story that I had been working on for two months got
deleted.
This thing is… odd. And I know I'll get flamed for the ending. *evil grin*
I don't own the characters in this fic.
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He had scars that he made no effort to hide. The star on his upper left arm. The crescent moon on the small of his back. The ankh on his inner right thigh. Shapes carved into his flesh.
"It's just a different type of tattoo."
I don't know who helped him with them. Who helped him with …this? One of his past lovers helped him mutilate his own flesh, and that idea alone sickens me. When I asked him he would smile mysteriously.
"I can't tell a secret, now can I?"
It scared me so much. And it made me feel ill. But he thought that they were beautiful. He made no effort to hide the star. But the crescent and the ankh were only for a lover. Something they could brush their hands over during sex. I cringed when I touched them.
"It's an ankh, Taichi. Now I can live forever. Now I won't be forgotten."
But how could anyone forget you, Yamato?
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I came back to our apartment that day after work. An unusual occurrence. As time progressed I had become less loyal to him. Our relationship had been reduced to sex, which was wonderful, though he didn't really care much for it. It bored him.
"I'm above the animalistic things. The only thing I appreciate in life is beauty."
So to sleep with him I'd have to bring him flowers.
That day I found him on our bed, eyes closed, smiling.
Completely dead. He had slit his wrists up to his elbows. He looked happier then I'd ever seen him before.
Once during winter we found a dead bird on our balcony. He watched it, fascinated for hours. I couldn't understand why.
"It's beautiful. I must have an obsession with beauty."
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Takeru was upset when he found out his older brother was dead. He locked himself in his bedroom.
Why was he upset? I was the one who would have to buy a new mattress.
Natsuko became worried. It didn't matter that Yamato was dead. It was her baby who hadn't come out to eat. So she asked me to see him. I suppose she thought I could console him somehow.
He wouldn't open the door, so I had to break it down.
He was sitting on his bed, crying, and staring at a picture of his brother. While he ran his hand over a star shaped scar on his left arm.
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Something tells me that you didn't expect that one.
All flames will be used to roast Peeps. The blue bunny ones. They taste horrible, but it's funny to watch.
So all reviews, including flames, are appreciated.
-Nyako
This thing is… odd. And I know I'll get flamed for the ending. *evil grin*
I don't own the characters in this fic.
_____________________________
He had scars that he made no effort to hide. The star on his upper left arm. The crescent moon on the small of his back. The ankh on his inner right thigh. Shapes carved into his flesh.
"It's just a different type of tattoo."
I don't know who helped him with them. Who helped him with …this? One of his past lovers helped him mutilate his own flesh, and that idea alone sickens me. When I asked him he would smile mysteriously.
"I can't tell a secret, now can I?"
It scared me so much. And it made me feel ill. But he thought that they were beautiful. He made no effort to hide the star. But the crescent and the ankh were only for a lover. Something they could brush their hands over during sex. I cringed when I touched them.
"It's an ankh, Taichi. Now I can live forever. Now I won't be forgotten."
But how could anyone forget you, Yamato?
***********
I came back to our apartment that day after work. An unusual occurrence. As time progressed I had become less loyal to him. Our relationship had been reduced to sex, which was wonderful, though he didn't really care much for it. It bored him.
"I'm above the animalistic things. The only thing I appreciate in life is beauty."
So to sleep with him I'd have to bring him flowers.
That day I found him on our bed, eyes closed, smiling.
Completely dead. He had slit his wrists up to his elbows. He looked happier then I'd ever seen him before.
Once during winter we found a dead bird on our balcony. He watched it, fascinated for hours. I couldn't understand why.
"It's beautiful. I must have an obsession with beauty."
***********
Takeru was upset when he found out his older brother was dead. He locked himself in his bedroom.
Why was he upset? I was the one who would have to buy a new mattress.
Natsuko became worried. It didn't matter that Yamato was dead. It was her baby who hadn't come out to eat. So she asked me to see him. I suppose she thought I could console him somehow.
He wouldn't open the door, so I had to break it down.
He was sitting on his bed, crying, and staring at a picture of his brother. While he ran his hand over a star shaped scar on his left arm.
_________________________________________
Something tells me that you didn't expect that one.
All flames will be used to roast Peeps. The blue bunny ones. They taste horrible, but it's funny to watch.
So all reviews, including flames, are appreciated.
-Nyako