Letters Of Black
By: Atsureki
Disclaimers : Wiess ain't mine! Nor are the lyrics.
Warnings : AU, Yaoi, OCC, angst, druguse, blood and stuff.
Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts or letters or lyrics.
This is AU so pasts and stuff is a bit different but familier. I try to keep them IC even when it comes to their past but somethings are changed to fit the story. I hope you enjoy this short prologue…
Prologue
It was still dark when he woke up. His head was heavy and pounded from drinking too much again. Sighing to himself he untangled his limbs from the woman in his bed and staggered out to the bathroom. He had no idea of who she was and it wasn't the first time it had happened. With a shaky hand he turned on the water and stepped into the shower.
To the public he had it all, fame, money, women who would do anything to get near him but none of that made him happy anymore. For two years he had worked so hard to clear his name and he had succeeded, the only question was, was it worth it? The warm water rinsed away the scent of the unknown woman's perfume and relaxed his tense muscles a little.
When he was clean he dried himself and opened the little bag he never went anywhere without. With experienced hands he prepared a syringe and filled it with a clear liquied. He was addicted and he knew it but what could he do about it? Without those injections the pain was just too much to take.
He sighed and pressed the needle into his lower back. One slow push and the muscle was filled with drugs that would keep it relaxed and shut down the pain. He got rid of the used syringe and sorted out his messy wet hair. His face looked alien to him. He had gained weight and most of it had ended up in his face and around his waist.
"I can't go on like this," he said to his reflection in the mirror. In two months the soccer-season would begin and he wasn't exactly in shape to be a part of it. Quietly he got dressed and snuck out of his apartment without bothering to wake up the nameless woman. She would be gone when he got back, they always were.
On his way out he picked up the mail and flipped through it. A black envelope caught his attention. Grumbling he headed for the park with the letter in a tight grip. It wasn't the first one he had gotten and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last one either.
He plopped down on a green bench and carefully ripped open the black paper. Just like the other ones it contain a single photo. Every one had been of a bodypart and this one showed him a pair of hands.
You can't feel me, but I can feel you.
"Tied up smiling I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn about love in this world
But we finally made the news"
Another crypitic message and another part of the same song. He had received three letters just like that, a new one every Saturday. The lyrics came from an old song by Mötely Crüe named 'You're all I need' but it didn't really mean anything to him.
He had never heard the song and had had to use the Internet to track down the origin of them. Whatever the meaning was it was starting to scare him. Maybe it was time to get some help? He rose from the bench and strolled through the calm park. Some nut was after him and judging from the lyrics that were written on the back of each photo the nut wanted to kill him.
Someone called his name so he turned around slowly. A form dressed in black darted towards him, reached out and then he was lying on the ground screaming in pain.
TBC
I'm just testing this to see if I have something to work with *nods* If you want more ask, beg, demand etc etc etc. *grins* I'm such a review-whore *L* Ja/Atsureki