Possession.
Disclaimer: All characters featured in this fanfiction are not mine. =(
Yaoi. SenRu and HanaRu Coupling. Angst ahead. Death.
By: Issa
issa_ynm@yahoo.com
Chapter 3
Watch, O Lord,
with those who wake,
or watch or weep tonight,
and give your angels charge
over those who sleep.
Tend your sick ones,
O Lord Jesus Christ;
rest your weary ones;
bless your dying ones;
soothe your suffering ones;
pity your afflicted ones;
shield your joyous ones;
and all for your love's sake.
Amen.
Light pricked through his eyelids. Outside, the birds chirped in that horrendously annoying melody. Blearily, he rubbed his eyes and stared dumbly at the bright morning light that filtered through the windows. The light seemed to seer through his eyes like daggers and his head throbbed from its glare. With a leap and a bound, he hastily drew the heavy black curtains to block out the sunlight. The room was once again thrown back into comforting darkness.
"Kaede?" A soft hesitant voice.
"Was it you?"
"Your room is so dark and gloomy, and you've been so moody of late. I thought a bit of morning cheeriness will chase away some of the …"
" I LIKE THE DARKNESS. STOP BEING SUCH AN INTERFERING BITCH. AND GET THE HELL OF MY ROOM."
Shocked, Mrs. Rukawa could only stare blankly at her son's enraged face. It was only when he lifted up the flower vase, she had just placed on his bedside table, that she realized the danger. Hurriedly she bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her. The glass vase shattered against the door with a loud boom. Some of the glass shards spilled across the door.
"Oh my God." She leaned back against the wall for support. She slid down the wall and collapsed helplessly on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. Her heart was beating fiercely against her chest. Her lungs deprived of oxygen. Black spots started to gather at the periphery of her vision. Her hands flew up to gasp at her chest, a subconscious gesture to get more air. Through her clothes, she felt the comforting outline of the cross. With shaking hands, she unclasped the necklace and looked at the cross. The necklace was a gift to her from Kaede on mother's day a few years ago. The sorrowful face of Jesus Christ looked up at her from the cross.
" Have faith, strength and courage." Mrs. Rukawa whispered to the cross. Clutching the cross firmly in her sweating hands, she pulled herself up from the floor and made her way down the stairs. She had a trip to make.
*~*
"Stupid bitch."
Rukawa Kaede clenched his hands. Nails dug into the flesh of his palm and drew blood. As he stared at the shattered remains of the flower vase, a vague feeling of wrongness passed over him. The sort of feeling one gets when one just woke up from a half forgotten nightmare. A noise that sounded suspiciously like a low laughter reverberated in his head. Rukawa shook his head, trying to dispel the sound.
Suddenly, a searing pain pierced through his chest. Rukawa screamed as a sharp invisible object seemed to dig into his skin and slowly rake off bits of his flesh. Blood started to well up and stain onto his shirt. Stumbling into the bathroom that was adjoined to his bedroom, he flipped on the bathroom lights. The excruciating pain stopped. Rukawa hurriedly stripped himself out of the shirt.
Taking his shirt, he dabbed off the blood. As he opened the medicine shelf to take out the antiseptic lotion, the image he saw in the mirror stilled his movement. In the clear fluorescent light, his reflection stared back at him. With shaking fingers, he gently traced out the wounds on his chest. Unmistakably, the wounds were shaped to form four alphabets, H, E, L and L. Together they spelt 'HELL'.
*~*
Is it ok? Rukawa-kun is going to suffer a lot in this fic. I really do love him a lot, he is my favourite character in slamdunk. I didn't mean to torture him. =P Hiaz, please give me reviews, tell me how you find it k? Thankz.
Issa
Disclaimer: All characters featured in this fanfiction are not mine. =(
Yaoi. SenRu and HanaRu Coupling. Angst ahead. Death.
By: Issa
issa_ynm@yahoo.com
Chapter 3
Watch, O Lord,
with those who wake,
or watch or weep tonight,
and give your angels charge
over those who sleep.
Tend your sick ones,
O Lord Jesus Christ;
rest your weary ones;
bless your dying ones;
soothe your suffering ones;
pity your afflicted ones;
shield your joyous ones;
and all for your love's sake.
Amen.
Light pricked through his eyelids. Outside, the birds chirped in that horrendously annoying melody. Blearily, he rubbed his eyes and stared dumbly at the bright morning light that filtered through the windows. The light seemed to seer through his eyes like daggers and his head throbbed from its glare. With a leap and a bound, he hastily drew the heavy black curtains to block out the sunlight. The room was once again thrown back into comforting darkness.
"Kaede?" A soft hesitant voice.
"Was it you?"
"Your room is so dark and gloomy, and you've been so moody of late. I thought a bit of morning cheeriness will chase away some of the …"
" I LIKE THE DARKNESS. STOP BEING SUCH AN INTERFERING BITCH. AND GET THE HELL OF MY ROOM."
Shocked, Mrs. Rukawa could only stare blankly at her son's enraged face. It was only when he lifted up the flower vase, she had just placed on his bedside table, that she realized the danger. Hurriedly she bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her. The glass vase shattered against the door with a loud boom. Some of the glass shards spilled across the door.
"Oh my God." She leaned back against the wall for support. She slid down the wall and collapsed helplessly on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. Her heart was beating fiercely against her chest. Her lungs deprived of oxygen. Black spots started to gather at the periphery of her vision. Her hands flew up to gasp at her chest, a subconscious gesture to get more air. Through her clothes, she felt the comforting outline of the cross. With shaking hands, she unclasped the necklace and looked at the cross. The necklace was a gift to her from Kaede on mother's day a few years ago. The sorrowful face of Jesus Christ looked up at her from the cross.
" Have faith, strength and courage." Mrs. Rukawa whispered to the cross. Clutching the cross firmly in her sweating hands, she pulled herself up from the floor and made her way down the stairs. She had a trip to make.
*~*
"Stupid bitch."
Rukawa Kaede clenched his hands. Nails dug into the flesh of his palm and drew blood. As he stared at the shattered remains of the flower vase, a vague feeling of wrongness passed over him. The sort of feeling one gets when one just woke up from a half forgotten nightmare. A noise that sounded suspiciously like a low laughter reverberated in his head. Rukawa shook his head, trying to dispel the sound.
Suddenly, a searing pain pierced through his chest. Rukawa screamed as a sharp invisible object seemed to dig into his skin and slowly rake off bits of his flesh. Blood started to well up and stain onto his shirt. Stumbling into the bathroom that was adjoined to his bedroom, he flipped on the bathroom lights. The excruciating pain stopped. Rukawa hurriedly stripped himself out of the shirt.
Taking his shirt, he dabbed off the blood. As he opened the medicine shelf to take out the antiseptic lotion, the image he saw in the mirror stilled his movement. In the clear fluorescent light, his reflection stared back at him. With shaking fingers, he gently traced out the wounds on his chest. Unmistakably, the wounds were shaped to form four alphabets, H, E, L and L. Together they spelt 'HELL'.
*~*
Is it ok? Rukawa-kun is going to suffer a lot in this fic. I really do love him a lot, he is my favourite character in slamdunk. I didn't mean to torture him. =P Hiaz, please give me reviews, tell me how you find it k? Thankz.
Issa
