Day: 3

Challenge: Gaming/Watching a movie

Pairing: Gouenji x Fubuki

Rating: T

Word count: 336

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them okay.

Authors' Note: Screwed my first exam and here's my update.

The woods were dark and shadowy. The final girl couldn't see anything in front of her except endless black.

It was a matter of seconds before a tortured scream ripped from her throat as the famous phantom of the woods sprung from the darkness, his shape pale but bright in the complete darkness.

The girl could see his ravaged face, with its single blood-red eye, the other socket dark and empty. The face was deformed, mouth open in a grotesque, teeth-baring grin. A clawed, bony hand reached out and grabbed the girl's throat.

She screamed once more, the sound tearing through any listener's heart.

Then the phantom, still grinning, plunged a knife into her chest.

Blood spurted, and the scream this time was deafening and demented.

The girl's lifeless body fell to the grass, staining it with her dark blood, barely seen in the faint light that seemed to emit from the slightly glowing phantom. His laugh was hollow and crazed, before he ripped her chest open and pulled her heart from her insides, licking and tasting it hungrily.

"You are all mine! All mine!" the phantom shrieked into the endless night, his insane laugh echoing through the empty forest, resounding again and again through the trees…

The screen went black, and The end came up, signaling the end of the movie.

Gouenji stared worriedly at Fubuki, who was still staring at the screen, eyes bright. Gouenji could see the twitching of his lips. A sign of an upcoming laughing fit. The movie was really scary. Gouenji grimaced, recalling various gory scenes with distaste. He'd instantly regretted agreeing on seeing it with his boyfriend when the first gory scene shocked the audience into screams.

Well, he was much more worried about Fubuki.

Instead of screaming, he'd been cheering the violent scenes on with unsuppressed enthusiasm, even laughing when either the blood sprayed or when someone (usually unlucky victims of the phantom) screamed.

"Ne, Shuuya, that was great! All those bloody scenes were amazing! Don't you think?" Fubuki turned to him, blue-green-grey eyes wide and sparkling, a broad smile on his face.

From that moment on, Gouenji knew Fubuki was yangire.

End

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