All Tied Up And Twisted
By Shimegami
Warnings: weird thingy, could be considered yaoi, angst again, language
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: MOre angst. That's all I write, and dammit, I'm proud of it! So I'll keep writing it because that's what people say I'm good at.
^_^ Yet another weird aynonomous assasin ficcy. Maybe I should make them a series...
All Tied Up And Twisted
When you're an assasin, your life is seriously fucked up. Add to that the cover job of a florist, and it just gets worse. Fall in love
with your teammate, and that's where you know you're too far gone for any help. Not that you could get any help anyways. I mean, it's not
like you can walk into a psychiatrist's office and say, "Hi! I'm part of a secret assasin group that works cover as florists, and oh, did I
mention that I'm a guy in love with his male teammate?" Not happening. You know, sometimes I wish I had never accepted this job, that I had
refused and let them kill me. Then I wouldn't have to put up with this depressing, degrading existence that calls itself a life.[1]
But I accepted.
I chose to throw my life down the proverbial drain, all the while knowing that I was doing it. Why? I really don't fucking know. Maybe I
felt a certain responsibility to those that suffered, feeling that I would save them by damning myself. Maybe I was just suicidal at the time
and chose to do this. Or maybe it was even that great thing known as "Destiny" so that we four would come together to fight. I don't know. All
I know is that I'm employed by a hypocrite, and I'm in love. Yeah, our employer's a hypocrite. Killing the "Dark beasts" when we're just as
stained ourselves. And I'm in love with my teammate. Yeah, life sucks. BUt hey, I've learned to live with it. We all have. Heh. It's sad
when we've actually accepted the fact that we kill for a living. But I've lost my right to judge a long time ago. When I said "yes". I've lost
everything. We're living on borrowed time. Any minute any one of us could die, and of course we run the constant risk of missions. Hey, like I
said, we're fucked. Do we try to make the most of every minute? Yes. We may not deserve to live, but we are, and so we're taking full advantage of it.
Do we care about our lives? No. NOr anybody else's. We've learned to not care. Again, I guess it's sad, but I really don't care. All we are is
killers for hire, all tied up and twisted in the underground maze of deceit, lust, and hypocricy. Hey, man, don't bother trying to change us. All
we do is deliver what we're paid for. And we're paid to deliver death.
And I'm still in love with him.
Yeah, our lives are fucked. I told you so.
There's a thin line between life and reality.
And we're on the wrong side of it, all tied up and twisted.
And we like it.
We're fucked.
I still love him.
~Owari~
AN: Dunno where that one came from either.....argh, I don't know!!! _ Um, reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
By Shimegami
Warnings: weird thingy, could be considered yaoi, angst again, language
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: MOre angst. That's all I write, and dammit, I'm proud of it! So I'll keep writing it because that's what people say I'm good at.
^_^ Yet another weird aynonomous assasin ficcy. Maybe I should make them a series...
All Tied Up And Twisted
When you're an assasin, your life is seriously fucked up. Add to that the cover job of a florist, and it just gets worse. Fall in love
with your teammate, and that's where you know you're too far gone for any help. Not that you could get any help anyways. I mean, it's not
like you can walk into a psychiatrist's office and say, "Hi! I'm part of a secret assasin group that works cover as florists, and oh, did I
mention that I'm a guy in love with his male teammate?" Not happening. You know, sometimes I wish I had never accepted this job, that I had
refused and let them kill me. Then I wouldn't have to put up with this depressing, degrading existence that calls itself a life.[1]
But I accepted.
I chose to throw my life down the proverbial drain, all the while knowing that I was doing it. Why? I really don't fucking know. Maybe I
felt a certain responsibility to those that suffered, feeling that I would save them by damning myself. Maybe I was just suicidal at the time
and chose to do this. Or maybe it was even that great thing known as "Destiny" so that we four would come together to fight. I don't know. All
I know is that I'm employed by a hypocrite, and I'm in love. Yeah, our employer's a hypocrite. Killing the "Dark beasts" when we're just as
stained ourselves. And I'm in love with my teammate. Yeah, life sucks. BUt hey, I've learned to live with it. We all have. Heh. It's sad
when we've actually accepted the fact that we kill for a living. But I've lost my right to judge a long time ago. When I said "yes". I've lost
everything. We're living on borrowed time. Any minute any one of us could die, and of course we run the constant risk of missions. Hey, like I
said, we're fucked. Do we try to make the most of every minute? Yes. We may not deserve to live, but we are, and so we're taking full advantage of it.
Do we care about our lives? No. NOr anybody else's. We've learned to not care. Again, I guess it's sad, but I really don't care. All we are is
killers for hire, all tied up and twisted in the underground maze of deceit, lust, and hypocricy. Hey, man, don't bother trying to change us. All
we do is deliver what we're paid for. And we're paid to deliver death.
And I'm still in love with him.
Yeah, our lives are fucked. I told you so.
There's a thin line between life and reality.
And we're on the wrong side of it, all tied up and twisted.
And we like it.
We're fucked.
I still love him.
~Owari~
AN: Dunno where that one came from either.....argh, I don't know!!! _ Um, reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?