I really wanted to write another pairing, but I kind of ran out of time...haha...and when I run out of time, the only pairing that I resort to is 1827. I'M SOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT I'LL PROMISE TO GET THE OTHER PAIRING FANFICS UP ONCE I WRITE THEM.
(You probably heard this in the last chapter...then you roll your eyes, saying, "psh, as if." But, but~! I'm sincereeee!)
I'm sorry to those who are disappointed. I apologize to you to great lengths. Please forgive me. I will do my best.
And those who reviewed. You don't know how much it means to me. THANK YOUUUUU~ ARIGATOUU~ GRAZIE~
And...without further ado, please enjoy my VERY SADISTIC fic, Mienai Chikara (also after the song. It was in the rules of the meme, okay?!! XD)
Warnings: Beware of bad language, the usage of the word 'fuck' many times in this fic, graphic imagery and lots of...blood. (IT WAS THE SONG'SFAULT. I SWEAR. The song was so...moody. Listen to it. I didn't know what gotten into me.) Oh, also some references towards D.. OH! One more thing. BEWARE THE INAPPROPRIATE USAGE OF TONFAS.
I HAVE SAID ENOUGH. Now, read on. (If you dare. XD)
Pairing: 1827
Mienai Chikara - Akiyama Miki
Another one. He had placed his hands upon another ancient artefact. Another one which costs a fortune to replace—another one that is irreplaceable. It was good, though. This meant that he had almost completed his mission that night. All of which consists of stealth. Of special artefacts.
Ah, wasn't he proud?
Yes, he was quite proud in that he was able to steal something of high value—again.
The whole process was easy as pie. Those cops will never find him. He's perfect in every way. With every movement carefully planned and calculated, he just needed to take one more step and he would be home safe.
Yeah, right. Maybe for the previous nights, but not this one.
Standing in his way—a man of about in his twenties. Holding some kind of baton in his hands. Actually, one in each hand. Looking malicious and menacing. Ooh, scary.
He'd almost laugh at his own pathetic try at humour. Something that he would never understand. He was in stealth all his life—why would he?
"Put it down."
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Sawada Tsunayoshi was a 16-year old boy in his first year of high school. God knows how he ever got into high school in the first place. His marks were somewhere down in the pits—but he managed to graduate along with the rest of his classmates. Ha. Talk about luck.
Smiling, he walked out of his school with a diploma in his hand, proud as ever. Who'd thought that this little boy would be able to graduate? Boy, wouldn't his mom be proud?
And she was. She was as proud as any other parents would—expect she was still waiting for him to put on his proper clothes to start his midnight job.
Yes. Sawada Tsunayoshi was good at nothing—one would say. But they don't know what he does at night at all.
One would say that he has no talents at all.
One would even go so far as to say that he's got no future.
But that wasn't true.
He does have talent. In fact, he was so talented; it's not even funny how successful he is at his wonderful talent. He's succeeded in all of the tasks that his mom assigned to him, and with each and every one of the tasks that he was given; he would do it proudly and with dignity.
What was his talent?
Stealth.
He was a thief. But not an ordinary thief. A phantom thief. A thief that uses magical sparkling powers to get him where he needed to be, at the right time.
Now, don't go thinking D. now. It's not like Dark Mousy, out with his wonderful raven wings shining in the brilliant moonlight, soaring through the sky, and making a dramatic entrance.
No, not like that at all. In fact, he doesn't even need wings to fly. He uses a pair of gloves.
One would snicker and laugh at his pathetic attempts at jokes.
But they weren't jokes.
They were of reality.
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So there he was, standing in the clock tower, ready to take his leave—when someone blocks the way for him. The only way out, I might add! And guess what? He had asked him—Sawada Tsunayoshi, the greatest thief of all times—to drop what he was holding.
Oh, oops, he had been caught red-handed.
But it was no big deal for him. What's in it for him? All he needs to do is knock out the little distraction and leave. No big deal—
--Until he found that this little distraction wasn't so much of a small deal at all. In fact, he was such a big deal, that even Tsunayoshi didn't know how to handle him.
"I said, drop the artefact, now."
Oh, trying to scare poor Tsuna into his guts, eh? Well, it's not going to be so easy, big guy.
While busy stuffing the item into his backpack—much to the other guy's dismay, he manages to make it fit into his small bag and got ready to leave. "Sorry, Mr. Big-and-scary-guy. I need to leave now." Wait, didn't he seem awfully familiar?
Wait. Wasn't this guy one of the seniors at his new school?
Oh, fuck. Good thing that he had his little mask on…or he would have been in some real trouble.
"Take it out and place it back on the ground."
Tsuna smirked at the man. "No." He levelled his hands, one in front and one behind him. Slowly, he started to release some soft flames out of the palm of his hand that was behind him. The orange flame was spiralling out in the form of a cone, branching out in brilliant colours.
While his hand that was in front of him was glowing a sort of dark orange colour.
And it shot out.
"X-BURNER!"
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"Mom! I'm home!"
He took off his clothes and changed into his casual-wear. He placed the artefact on the table and went on to look for his mother. "Mom?"
There was no sound in the house at all. Which was strangely awkward. It would be raving with noises by now. Noises of his mother coming down from the stairs and squishing him into a bone breaking hug for a job well done.
But not today. Something was up. Slowly, he retorted to the kitchen—where he had left the artefact—
--Only to find himself being crashed into the nearest wall with another person pressed against him.
"Nice hideout, little phantom thief."
Tsuna's eyes widened as he faced the person whom he thought he had already burned into crisps.
"You--" Tsuna's breath was knocked out of him, as he felt metal crashing against his gut, forcing him to choke on his own saliva. "W-what are you doing?!"
The man didn't say anything as he felt the metal colliding with his flesh and again, he choked. Coughing hysterically, he placed a hand to his mouth to wipe the saliva off the side of his mouth. "W-why--"
Another blow was dealt to him gut. Then another, then another. Tsuna literally felt his ribs coming apart with each and every one of the blows coming towards and colliding with him. He swallowed what seemed to him to be saliva—with a strangely metallic taste.
Only blood tasted like that.
And to his disbelief, it was his own blood that was seeping from his lips. "Why are you doing—this?" He wiped the blood from his mouth, his arm red tinged red from the blood he had smeared off. "I never did anything to you!" Maybe perhaps burned you a little, but nothing more!
But, no answers came to him.
"Why--"
He felt his skin being torn off. There were spikes on those things?!!
The teeth of the baton—which the man had called 'tonfa' a few moments ago, ha dug deeply into his flesh as he ripped the tonfa sideways, causing small pieces of flesh coming off from Tsuna's stomach. And chest. Tsuna watched in horror as the blood seeped out of the multiple wounds he has sustained from this mental man in front of him.
Why wasn't he doing anything to stop him?
He could literally feel his life slipping away, bit by bit.
His life flashed in front of him. He was going to die in this man's hands. He knew it.
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"Nng…." Tsuna felt numb from the pain as the man him with his tonfa over and over again. He made no pained faces, as he felt no more pain. His pain sensors were all failing him. There was no long pain in his body. Well, no of which he would feel at this moment.
And…he felt as the stranger took Tsuna's lip with his, as he meshed his lips tightly against Tsuna's, kissing him furiously.
So, this stranger was really experiencing some wild moods, wasn't he? One moment he was on about being him up until he's dead, and the next he was off making out with Tsuna.
He felt his lungs giving up. He's trying to suffocate me…
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The next minute…
…He was trailing his tongue along the wounds that he had made on him. Tsuna felt as the man's hot tongue trail against his skin, the saliva of the man trailing behind him—as if he was trying to play 'connect the dots' with his saliva as the line and the wounds as the dots.
Oh, the mixture of blood and saliva really made a brilliant and beautiful picture on his skin. Almost looks about his own demise.
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…And he felt as the man grinds his hip along his, his mouth upon his skin, trailing along his skin, making wonderful pictures.
What was he trying to do? Make him bleed to death?
He's trying to kill me painfully.
Slowly, he opened his mouth and the words—which came out as broken syllables and phrases. One of which that did not know how to speak. He had lost most of his senses already. What makes anyone think that his speaking abilities won't be weakened and dramatically decreased in skill?
"W-why…are you…do-doing this---"
And his answer is multiple bites to his skin.
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(CHANGE IN POINT OF VIEW)
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He looked at the young little thief in front of him, just waiting to be raped. Of course, he would think that the little boy would, with no doubt, want to be left alone. But he wouldn't give him that. He'd give him proper punishment.
He took his tonfa and shoved the end of it in the little boy's mouth. "Lick it."
The boy had shot him with the most clueless look ever—one that forced him to push the tonfa deeper down the other's throat.
The boy did what he was told and thoroughly coated the end of his tonfa with thick layers of saliva.
The little boy really needed to be punished. First he steals…not once, not twice, but many times.
Second, he had almost burned him alive.
Third. He was just too damn fuckable.
He pulled down the boy's boxers and stuck the end of his tonfa into the boy's tight entrance. He smirked at the squealing and the yelling he was receiving from his so-called sex slave. He pushed the tonfa deeper into the entrance as felt the little boy cry out in pain. It was music to his ears.
It was so fucking amusing.
Smirking, he pulled the tonfa out—only to stick it back in again as he watched the other's reaction with each and every thrust he made with his lovely tonfa.
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(CHANGE IN POINT OF VIEW)
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Tsuna gasped in horror as he felt the stick being thrusted into his backside. He panicked and tensed up, causing him even more pain than it had before. He felt the cold metal against his entrance as he squealed out in pain.
He was being raped.
And no one was there to help him. No one at all. Not even his parents.
Inside his mind, he wanted to scream out his parent's name, scream out his neighbour's name—but his voice was muted.
He felt as tears came into is vision. He felt as they rolled down his cheeks. He could literally hear them falling to the tiled floor. The CRASH sound it made as the two contacted each other was driving him crazy.
Of course, he felt much better after the stick was taken out of his backside—but it was temporary as the stick was thrusted back in again, and again and again as his assaulter pulled it out and stuck it back in again and again. He could almost feel himself falling apart, ripping apart with each and every thrust the stick had made for him.
What had he done to deserve this?
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In the morning of the very next day, Tsuna was found by his neighbours who had came for an early visits because there were some disturbances last night. They were shocked to find the little boy who was sitting in the kitchen against the wall, with bloodstains everywhere—covering walls, the floor and even on the little boy. Especially the boy. It was all over his face, all over his body—as there were marks to show that he was sexually harassed and raped—in his own house.
They checked to see whether the boy was breathing and were shocked to find that he was dead. Long dead.
And the kitchen knife in his back was evidence enough.
All clues and evidences were wiped clean and rid of.
There was nothing that existed. Everything had been rid of. There was no way to find the culprit.
Except for one.
A little card on the side of the little boy's body.
And the card read:
Ah, such a pretty and cute little bunny. But even pretty and cute things needs to be punished for the crimes in which they've committed.
And I'm here to punish you—and love you.
I'm here to make you suffer—and make you feel loved.
Your skylark, forever,
HK
IT'S NOT MY FAULT, I SWEAR.
I made such a sadistic man out of him. If by the end (I mean now) you still don't know who the assauter/detective/police person was...then...I don't know what to do with you. XD JKJK.
If you don't know who it was (though it was explicitly stated at the beginning...VERY EXPLICITLY STATED), the man was Hibari Kyouya. Who else wields a pair of tonfas and assaults Tsuna with them?
KUFUFUFU, BEWARE THE INAPPROPRIATE USAGE OF TONFAS. KUFUFUFU. (I'm high on caffine. But coffee doesn't do anything for me. asdfjkl;)
Good night, everyone~
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