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AN: Just a musing of Yuki in his 'room.' I was getting irritated with using epic similies i.e. 'the boy' 'the smaller boy' 'the rat' 'the mouse' etc. so I wrote this one entirely using regular pronouns. It's kind of confusing if you *really* think about it, but the trick is not to think about it, just read it and it makes sense.
It might have been snowing outside.
// cold eyes, so cold, so cold, don't, no, not those cold, cold eyes, please //
It was that time of winter. But he couldn't see outside.
// there's no light there's no air //
There weren't any windows in his room.
// a bird //
He clutched his knees tighter and pressed his kneecaps into his eye sockets.
// don't remember don't forget don't move don't touch me //
His eyes were empty of tears by now. Silence blanketed him.
// I don't understand //
He was alone with all the confused emotions banging around inside his pretty little teenage head. He closed his eyes tighter and tried not to think, to go to sleep maybe. There was a voice that rocketed around, repeating things he had heard once before. He tried to relax.
// can't escape I'll be there //
There was no relaxation to be found in such pain. His head buzzed and he was powerless to settle it.
// why, disobey, me, me, how dare, this, what you, you, you, get, what you get, deserve, be quiet, answer me, now, does it, hurt, love, love you, you, you, precious, mine, I hope you, learned, didn't you, you, mine //
A coppery taste reached the tip of his tongue – he had chewed his lip a little too much. He froze in fear, then sucked the bruised flesh to try and hide the evidence.
// I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean it I… //
He froze once again as he heard footsteps on wooden floor. His eyes screwed shut and he held his breath as a sliding door was opened. Light spilled into the horrible room.
// you what? Lips curved expectantly. He knew what to say but dared not say it. //
"Get up. We're having tea." The voiced matched the one buzzing in his head. He scrambled out of his fetal position, and then stood and faced the one who had entered. He flinched as cold fingers held his chin.
// I… if the hesitation continued,, he would get angry. //
"What's this?" he asked softly, half-smirking in the light from the hallway. His slender thumb traced an abused bottom lip. "I hope you didn't mean to do this," The whisper was laced with mock-concern.
He shook his head quickly, but didn't say anything. The half-smirk widened, but the eyes remained cold and dancing with ice-flame from the intruding hall light.
"Then let's clean it up," he replied in his lowest whisper, and did so with his own mouth.
// I love you. The smile was triumphant. He had taught his puppy a funny new trick. //
His brain screamed.
AN: You like? Eh? Eh?
Feedback: What do YOU think? :B
AN: Just a musing of Yuki in his 'room.' I was getting irritated with using epic similies i.e. 'the boy' 'the smaller boy' 'the rat' 'the mouse' etc. so I wrote this one entirely using regular pronouns. It's kind of confusing if you *really* think about it, but the trick is not to think about it, just read it and it makes sense.
It might have been snowing outside.
// cold eyes, so cold, so cold, don't, no, not those cold, cold eyes, please //
It was that time of winter. But he couldn't see outside.
// there's no light there's no air //
There weren't any windows in his room.
// a bird //
He clutched his knees tighter and pressed his kneecaps into his eye sockets.
// don't remember don't forget don't move don't touch me //
His eyes were empty of tears by now. Silence blanketed him.
// I don't understand //
He was alone with all the confused emotions banging around inside his pretty little teenage head. He closed his eyes tighter and tried not to think, to go to sleep maybe. There was a voice that rocketed around, repeating things he had heard once before. He tried to relax.
// can't escape I'll be there //
There was no relaxation to be found in such pain. His head buzzed and he was powerless to settle it.
// why, disobey, me, me, how dare, this, what you, you, you, get, what you get, deserve, be quiet, answer me, now, does it, hurt, love, love you, you, you, precious, mine, I hope you, learned, didn't you, you, mine //
A coppery taste reached the tip of his tongue – he had chewed his lip a little too much. He froze in fear, then sucked the bruised flesh to try and hide the evidence.
// I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean it I… //
He froze once again as he heard footsteps on wooden floor. His eyes screwed shut and he held his breath as a sliding door was opened. Light spilled into the horrible room.
// you what? Lips curved expectantly. He knew what to say but dared not say it. //
"Get up. We're having tea." The voiced matched the one buzzing in his head. He scrambled out of his fetal position, and then stood and faced the one who had entered. He flinched as cold fingers held his chin.
// I… if the hesitation continued,, he would get angry. //
"What's this?" he asked softly, half-smirking in the light from the hallway. His slender thumb traced an abused bottom lip. "I hope you didn't mean to do this," The whisper was laced with mock-concern.
He shook his head quickly, but didn't say anything. The half-smirk widened, but the eyes remained cold and dancing with ice-flame from the intruding hall light.
"Then let's clean it up," he replied in his lowest whisper, and did so with his own mouth.
// I love you. The smile was triumphant. He had taught his puppy a funny new trick. //
His brain screamed.
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