Objects of Affection III: Old Wounds/ False Truths
By: Shinji the 6:00 Assassin
*Sigh*
It's time to do this all over again, isn't it? I can tell, of course, just by the look in your eyes as you slowly awake beside me.
Naked... that's what you are to me, in both body and mind. It's not surprising though, that you're so comfortable like this when I'm around. Well, considering the fact that we've known each other for so long. I say know, not understand because we both know that it's impossible to fully understand anything... Therefore Know is a much better word.
All the same, it's still ironic. I can look at you, and be able to tell you more about yourself than you would be able to were you to do the same to me. Don't believe me? Let's give it a try. The scar upon your chest is a symbol of your hate for too many things to count, as well as a symbol for your sorrow. The many beer cans that litter the floor...Yebisu...Boa... Alternating flashes of gold and white as light passes over them... A brown river with which to drown your despair in.
Pity... That is what I feel for you as I freeze this moment. I pity the way you have to use men to get to that small moment of peace that you so desperately crave. Yes, that's right, even though you use me the same way, I still pity you... What? Do you honestly think I didn't notice? That I wouldn't? That I don't?
*sigh*
Of course, now I know why... It's right in front of me, so to speak. You believe that by letting me see this dirtied, this pitiful, this most private, true self that you hide away from the world that you can convince me otherwise.
To be frank, I'm just a bit insulted that you would do that, but what other choice do you have?
I see that you're getting up... Was it something I said? Or are you just going to use me again?
.......
After that caress, I'm thinking that the latter is more likely, no? You lie back on the bed, and once again I'm firmly in your grip.
I laugh as you force me between your breasts. A capital way of silencing me, or at least it would be if we hadn't repeated this same action at least a hundred times... Oh, not that I don't enjoy it... your unique scent... the softness of your flesh... the delightful sounds your body produces...
And I'm lost in the euphoria of it all.... again... I'm almost convinced of it now, that I do represent something to you...
Ha! I do believe I have the answer I have been looking for... It's your father isn't it, Katsuragi? That's why I'm still around... I remind you of him, or at least the aspects of
him that you want to remember. And here I was, thinking that I made you look that much better in public... or that you wanted to fool people into thinking you were someone respectable.
*sigh*
It hurts...
A/N - A little more obvious this time, neh?
By: Shinji the 6:00 Assassin
*Sigh*
It's time to do this all over again, isn't it? I can tell, of course, just by the look in your eyes as you slowly awake beside me.
Naked... that's what you are to me, in both body and mind. It's not surprising though, that you're so comfortable like this when I'm around. Well, considering the fact that we've known each other for so long. I say know, not understand because we both know that it's impossible to fully understand anything... Therefore Know is a much better word.
All the same, it's still ironic. I can look at you, and be able to tell you more about yourself than you would be able to were you to do the same to me. Don't believe me? Let's give it a try. The scar upon your chest is a symbol of your hate for too many things to count, as well as a symbol for your sorrow. The many beer cans that litter the floor...Yebisu...Boa... Alternating flashes of gold and white as light passes over them... A brown river with which to drown your despair in.
Pity... That is what I feel for you as I freeze this moment. I pity the way you have to use men to get to that small moment of peace that you so desperately crave. Yes, that's right, even though you use me the same way, I still pity you... What? Do you honestly think I didn't notice? That I wouldn't? That I don't?
*sigh*
Of course, now I know why... It's right in front of me, so to speak. You believe that by letting me see this dirtied, this pitiful, this most private, true self that you hide away from the world that you can convince me otherwise.
To be frank, I'm just a bit insulted that you would do that, but what other choice do you have?
I see that you're getting up... Was it something I said? Or are you just going to use me again?
.......
After that caress, I'm thinking that the latter is more likely, no? You lie back on the bed, and once again I'm firmly in your grip.
I laugh as you force me between your breasts. A capital way of silencing me, or at least it would be if we hadn't repeated this same action at least a hundred times... Oh, not that I don't enjoy it... your unique scent... the softness of your flesh... the delightful sounds your body produces...
And I'm lost in the euphoria of it all.... again... I'm almost convinced of it now, that I do represent something to you...
Ha! I do believe I have the answer I have been looking for... It's your father isn't it, Katsuragi? That's why I'm still around... I remind you of him, or at least the aspects of
him that you want to remember. And here I was, thinking that I made you look that much better in public... or that you wanted to fool people into thinking you were someone respectable.
*sigh*
It hurts...
A/N - A little more obvious this time, neh?