Title: Sky fits Heaven
Author: Shadowmisteress
/WORDS/----Schuldich's thoughts
//WORDS// ---- Farferello's thoughts
Author's Notes: They don't belong to me and they never will.. Koyasu is just tooo stubborn.
A golden eye glinted in the dark as a stray beam of moonlight caught it. Various types of knives shining on the wall.but today. he wasn't interested in them.because a certain redhead comrade occupied the maniac's mind. He absent-mindedly played with a knife in his hand and drawing blood.not even once ranting about death or god.
*
Schuldich pulled his pants on achingly, his red mane hiding the tears and the green and red bruises along his neck getting darker. He felt his leader's hand on his shoulder and he shook with fright by the touch on his naked and marked shoulder, the blood dry and wound clotting.
"D-d-don't touch me.. Please.. Crawford.. It hurts.."
Immediately the hand was pulled away and Schuldich stumbled out of the torture chamber, Crawford's room.. He had been here every time Crawford wanted to shove his dick into something..
/It hurts.. it hurts so much../
More tears went down the same path the other tears had..
He walked into his bedroom and made sure he locked the door.. He didn't want HIM to come into his room again and pull him by the hair into the torture chamber and tore him from the inside for uncountable hours..lying there like a corpse while his body was being cruelly ravished by the man he used to love.
Schuldich crawled into bed and curled into a ball.. his eyes slowly closing as sleep came to him on a butterfly's wings and the remnants of his tears absorbed by the white of his pillow.
*
//Schuldich..Schu..How does it feel to make place in my black heart?//
He watched as slowly the blood from his fresh wound fell drop by drop on the ceramic floor.
TBC?
Author: Shadowmisteress
/WORDS/----Schuldich's thoughts
//WORDS// ---- Farferello's thoughts
Author's Notes: They don't belong to me and they never will.. Koyasu is just tooo stubborn.
A golden eye glinted in the dark as a stray beam of moonlight caught it. Various types of knives shining on the wall.but today. he wasn't interested in them.because a certain redhead comrade occupied the maniac's mind. He absent-mindedly played with a knife in his hand and drawing blood.not even once ranting about death or god.
*
Schuldich pulled his pants on achingly, his red mane hiding the tears and the green and red bruises along his neck getting darker. He felt his leader's hand on his shoulder and he shook with fright by the touch on his naked and marked shoulder, the blood dry and wound clotting.
"D-d-don't touch me.. Please.. Crawford.. It hurts.."
Immediately the hand was pulled away and Schuldich stumbled out of the torture chamber, Crawford's room.. He had been here every time Crawford wanted to shove his dick into something..
/It hurts.. it hurts so much../
More tears went down the same path the other tears had..
He walked into his bedroom and made sure he locked the door.. He didn't want HIM to come into his room again and pull him by the hair into the torture chamber and tore him from the inside for uncountable hours..lying there like a corpse while his body was being cruelly ravished by the man he used to love.
Schuldich crawled into bed and curled into a ball.. his eyes slowly closing as sleep came to him on a butterfly's wings and the remnants of his tears absorbed by the white of his pillow.
*
//Schuldich..Schu..How does it feel to make place in my black heart?//
He watched as slowly the blood from his fresh wound fell drop by drop on the ceramic floor.
TBC?