"Don't touch me"
Paint that picture of blood between your legs, your hair in disarray, and your clothes torn to shreds by the person you promised to kill with your own hands. Your world was nothing more than a sepia tinted film with broken edges. Can you feel your heart beating like a drum on the morning of war?
Your sweat slides from your hair and you could hear his voice claiming every inch of your mind.
"Doku wa? Doku wa?"
Violet eyes run wild from left to right, trying to calm yourself with fake assurance that no one can find you there. You move back, with steps that shake and shiver with every none-existent move you think that is coming to take you away.
"Leave me alone"
Your hands clutch your hair in an attempt to salvage whatever piece of sanity you can keep to yourself. You turn around and round like a confused child, wondering where do these voices live? Did they take residence in your brain to torment you until the end of eternity? Or did they live here in the real world?
Your legs were shaking; your body gets into a crazed frenzy with a heated fever kissing the brow of your forehead. Each turn spins your head like a piece of clockwork, all going, clock wise right. You threw away hallucination as a lie and tell yourself that the world want to strip you down.
"Found you"
You muffled scream on his hand, he smells the scent of insanity in your raven hair and pulls you in an embrace with his arm around your waist. He pulls you back to that so called loving embrace of his. You panic in his presence and tried to take the leash off, only rendering it to pull you closer.
His sing song voice tried to usher you to childish slumber laced with rape. And he pulls you back, beneath the darkness, between the trees. You both disappear.
And your shriek breaks the night.
Shuichi's eyes open.
When he reached out for the digital clock on their bedside table, he could see 1:30 in bright red beaming up at him. He sits up and Yuki's sleeping arm falls off from where it was holding him in a lover's (not so) tight hug.
He puts a hand to his face and tried to wipe away the sweat that licked his features. His breath was loud and heavy, the dread of the unknown was still dancing around him. Where did this all come from? His heart felt like it was ready to run out of his body and flee whatever danger that might come its way. His legs were shaking; did he really run that race?
The pink-haired boy turned the lamp on and let his feet meet with the floor. His hand still over his face, his eyes close with running images of a dream that he never ever had before.
It was a struggle to stand, and it was also a battle to walk. His heart was torn out of his body; there was the pain in his chest that wouldn't stop haunting him. Shuichi swayed a bit from left to right, his knees knocking each other most of the time. He let his free hand take the duty of his eyes by letting it slide across the white walls.
Shuichi could swear he hears voices. Every time he asks Yuki about them, he says he couldn't hear any. The blond would wave his hand and tell him to go back to sleep. But by then, the forty winks have been stolen from his now alert mind and he couldn't let his eyes rest anymore.
White light flooded his vision as he finally got to the bathroom. His eyes took its time adjusting to the stinging radiance. He went over to the sink with the mirror and tried to make out what was wrong with him. Was he really going insane? The sound of water spilling from the tap helped him return to the real world. And Shuichi gathered a handful of crystal clear liquid with his hands, and then dipped his beautiful face in that wet embrace.
When Shuichi pulled his face back to look at the mirror, he could see the water clinging to the sides like tears.
The wind stopped cooing him and all he could hear are yells of a faceless voice.
"Oi…" he turned around and saw his sleep deprived Yuki leaning on the frame of the door.
"Hey, lover" he smiled, knowing full well how the writer despises that nickname. "Why are you here?"
"Because the bed's suddenly too big and I was wondering how that happened" he smiled with devilish charms, there were something about that grin that dropped the terror in his wake. "Come on, fill up the empty space"
Yuki said this with the flare of a poet, his hands openly telling the boy to take those steps back to his arms. The man was so fucking romantic, was all that Shuichi thought as he took the offer.
"Yuki…" Shuichi found himself being kissed on the forehead.
"Hm…?" the other whispered by his ear. Yuki had wrapped his arms over the boy's shoulders from behind and leaned his weight on them. "What's up in your little head, baka?"
"Um, nothing…"
Maybe tomorrow he could tell Yuki about it.
(SPACE HERE)
A/N: I am so not inspired… Hey, anyone interested in reading the real version of Death of a Pop Star? I'm going to post it up if I get more thumbs up! You get a cookie if you agree!