6.10.13
One-shot/Drabble 10: Compulsive
A word of warning: the plot of this one basically revolves around Ryou having an eating disorder. e_e; I was doing a health project, and, uh, yeah, this happened.
He is merely a body. No, less; a stomach, hunger the only thing alerting him to the passage of time.
Ryou wakes up covered in day-old smells caused by grime or blood or sex or some other rank substance he simply does not care to identify. Showering is a relief if only for the false feeling of purification.
The gold against his chest feels chilled, as though he left it in some frozen corner of the house all night instead of with whatever amount of heat his slim body provides. He idly toys with one of the pendulums and nicks his pointer finger.
A perfect pearl of blood forms over the wound before the spray of water dilutes it a few shades lighter and washes a good portion away. He sucks his fingertip a moment before extracting the digit with a wet pop. It tastes disgusting. In spite of that, the bitter flavor on his palate does manage to remind him of how much he wants to eat.
He tracks water through the halls as he barely bothered to dry off with the towel wrapped haphazardly around his hips. Suddenly ridding himself of the pinching ache in the pit of his belly is all that matters.
Saliva starts flowing as he extracts all manners of food from the various locations in his kitchen. In spite of living alone he keeps everything well-stocked, constantly ready to sate his appetite.
Every bite is frenzied and voracious. By the end he's filled himself up to the point of bursting and his stomach churns as it attempts to assimilate every bit of nourishment he gave it. He hiccups and rubs the sides of his swollen middle in an attempt to soothe the delicious pain of being so overfull.
The voice is a disgusted hiss in the back of his mind: [You're revolting.]
For a moment he cannot tell if this is the spirit's consciousness or his own. He tries in vain to defend himself either way.
It comes out a pathetic whisper: "I was hungry."
Not anymore. He is nothing short of stuffed, a sizeable gut formed where usually there would be nothing more than a concave abdomen. His arms wrap self-consciously around himself as if trying to hide what he has done.
[Does that somehow excuse your behavior? Look at yourself! Look how much you ate!]
Suddenly his cheeks are burning dark red with shame, stomach churning for different reasons at this moment. "I know. I… I won't do it again."
He is lying, of course. Whenever the spirit relinquishes control to him one of the first things he does is feed himself, often to the point he is at now if not farther, as he does not know when he will be able to eat again.
A low grunt meets the empty promise. [I do not desire a fat vessel. It is bad enough that you are a wretched waif.]
He does not respond, and the other no longer speaks, so he figures that he must have gone… wherever it is he goes. When Ryou stands to clear the dishes from his impromptu feast he feels nauseous, the happiness he felt while actually eating all but gone.
It is somewhat surprising that the spirit let Ryou get away with it this time—or, Ryou thinks he got away with it, up until the moment that he loses control to the darkness. Upon being given back his body he is on his knees in the bathroom in front of the toilet, fingers jammed into the back of his throat.
The spirit makes him puke up every last bit, all along whispering soothing words about how he only cares for his welfare, a stark contrast to the harsh insults thrown before.
Even after that instance Ryou continues to overindulge whenever it is possible. Every time the Ring is separated from him are the times that he binges the most.
For hours on end, he just eats and eats and eats until he is a groaning mess, rubbing his aching belly. The spirit is not around to take control of his body and starve it, to mock him when he starts to put on weight just as he predicted. He never purges himself of his feasts unless the dark entity is there to force him. The thought of vomiting up all of the delicious food simply makes no sense to him.
The uncontrollable habit has been around for a long while, but if Ryou thinks back far enough, he remembers back when it began. When he was first 'alone' as a small child—never truly alone, the Ring was always there, though he did not know of the spirit at the time—he could only find comfort in a few sole things.
Designing new RPGs, studying the occult, and eating.
When his mother and sister died he did nothing but stuff himself for days on end until he made himself ill. The hole in his heart they left behind cannot and will not be filled with food. He tried to anyway, and still tries to this day.
The long period of time that the Ring is separated from Ryou after Battle City gives Ryou no small degree of freedom from the spirit. And so he uses the time to indulge himself further, deepening the pit of overwhelming desire to distract himself from everything by gorging. His weight fluctuates up and down as he attempts to stop, only to crumble after short periods of time.
When he returns to his host for the final time the spirit is nothing short of repulsed with what he has done to himself.
[I leave you alone for a short while and you go and turn yourself into even more of a pig.]
Reviews might make me feel slightly less guilty for being so mean to Ryou. ; w ;
~Albino Shadowz