Chur.
I'm not too sure how I feel about this one, but it feels like the best portrayal I could write myself.
Lust
Kise Ryouta knew how persuasive he could be.
He knew every trick from the book and he'd even invented some. He knew the look that gets his shitty work graded with a passing mark, knew the moves guaranteed to get him out of trouble and knew how to bring any man and women to their knees.
Had tried every move to bring them to their knees, to see them before him with so little shame. So little pride that it made his body twitch in pleasure.
Kise needs that sensation to survive, even if...
Even if every single second of knowledge he had on the subject left him dirty and ugly and worthless.
Yet no one sees the awful, awful truth and being frank he can't help it.
He can't help it!
Being clean and pure and so glaringly unworthy makes his stomach sick and he feels so suffocated.
So, so hungry.
It's an insatiable hunger. A thirst for praise and recognition at any price.
They would notice him despite his awfulbaduglyworthlesspersona and he loved their recognition.
Kise doesn't care about the cost.
His happiness? Already taken.
His security? Had never existed.
His smile? Was so warped that a real smile was as unreachable as his childhood memories.
His body? Hah! Like he cared about something so meaningless.
None of that matters to him because he craves the attention. He wants the smiles and the touches and the sweet-lipped looks and he doesn't carewhat the cost is.
He stopped caring a long time ago.
A long time ago, he became a monster, whose only purpose was to thrive.
It was Kuroko who had first called him a monster -the hypocrite- and yet those words were truer than the grass being green.
Kise's a monster with a silky voice, bedroom eyes and a need, an everlasting desire to be fulfilled.
How he writhed with pleasure at the thought of his fulfilled desire.
People would scramble over themselves just to please him, their words were a symphony to his ears and he relished in them.
Bathed in the sugar-coated, barb-wired words. Enjoying the way they cleansed him, just to prick him once again.
It was a beautiful -sickeningawfulfake- process.
Moaning in satisfaction, Kise grinned before walking out the door.
Fans screamed at his exit and his grin widened -became faker- and once again he relished the sweet taste of praise.
