Title: No More
Rating: R
Genre: angst
Summary: There will always come a point in someone's life when he would feel that enough is enough. No more abuse, no more maltreating, no more.
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A/N: My first Gravitation fic came to life, and what do you know? It became a death fic. sweat drops Still don't know how I was able to write that, though…
Warning: I have said it was a death fic, so please don't go looking for fluff here. Absolutely no fluffy thing here. Well, probably except the stuffed puppy. dodges the GBS founders' flying stuffed balls Just kidding.
Disclaimers: Gravitation and all its characters are not mine. They all belong to Maki Murakami-sama. The only thing I own here is the fiction itself.
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No More
By Mizuno Heiko
It seemed as if the stuffed animal was staring at him. He stared back, no matter how senseless it might seem. He didn't actually care. /Someone/ will just actually rub in his face how stupid he was, anyway. Who cares.
"Stop staring," he found himself saying. But the little stuffed puppy still looked at him, sad eyes beaming up at him as if in a plea.
"Stop it," he said again. But the staring game continued.
"STOP IT!" he finally shouted, shoving the stuffed animal off his bed, sending it rolling on the floor. He finally bent down and rested his head on his arms.
After a while, he lifted his head, his eyes subconsciously traveling to their old picture together.
Yes. Five years ago, they were so in-love.
But five years ago, he was nineteen. He was young. He was stupid.
And now, he tore the picture in two.
Now, there were two separate people: the other guy, Yuki Eiri, and him…
Shindo Shuichi.
One may want to ask: why was Shindo Shuichi acting like that? Why so indifferent? Why so cold?
Simple. He was hurt.
No. Not just a few times.
Shuichi was hurt /too/ many times.
Too much, in fact, that now he had become this way. He had become unfeeling and emotionless. He had more than snapped.
He reached his limit.
And in Shindo Shuichi's mind: NO MORE.
No more fights. No more verbal abuse. No more punching, kicking, striking.
And most of all…
No more enduring.
He took the dagger he secretly hid underneath the bed's cushion and studied it.
He first got the grip. It was good. Firm. Perfect.
His left hand then traveled to the blade. He felt his fingers ripping into the side of the blade. Funny. He saw the red liquid, but he felt no pain.
He slowly positioned the dagger's sharp edge on his wrist. He had felt for his pulse earlier, so he knew where he was to place the edge.
"Shuichi!"
He looked blankly at the door and saw a tall, blonde guy, mixed emotions imprinted on his face. It seemed like he was frozen on the spot.
"Yuki…"
"Can you put that down? Onegai, Shuichi?" It was a desperate plea.
"Yuki…" he whispered. At this, he looked sharply at him, tears unknowingly falling, the dagger and his wrist outstretched, as if to flaunt.
"NO. MORE."
And with one violent swing of the dagger, Shuichi fell on the floor.
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No more abusing. No more fighting. No more name-calling. No more maltreating. No more hitting.
No more enduring.
No more.
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"SHUICHI!!!"
owari
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A/N: Liked it? Loved it? Despised it? Tell me what you think. That could help me. At least next time, I wouldn't run around with a death fic under my sleeve. TT
Please review!
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No More© is of my very own. Copyright of Mizuno Heiko, 14May2004, 11:04p. No part of this fiction may be reproduced without the consent of the author.
Rating: R
Genre: angst
Summary: There will always come a point in someone's life when he would feel that enough is enough. No more abuse, no more maltreating, no more.
---
A/N: My first Gravitation fic came to life, and what do you know? It became a death fic. sweat drops Still don't know how I was able to write that, though…
Warning: I have said it was a death fic, so please don't go looking for fluff here. Absolutely no fluffy thing here. Well, probably except the stuffed puppy. dodges the GBS founders' flying stuffed balls Just kidding.
Disclaimers: Gravitation and all its characters are not mine. They all belong to Maki Murakami-sama. The only thing I own here is the fiction itself.
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No More
By Mizuno Heiko
It seemed as if the stuffed animal was staring at him. He stared back, no matter how senseless it might seem. He didn't actually care. /Someone/ will just actually rub in his face how stupid he was, anyway. Who cares.
"Stop staring," he found himself saying. But the little stuffed puppy still looked at him, sad eyes beaming up at him as if in a plea.
"Stop it," he said again. But the staring game continued.
"STOP IT!" he finally shouted, shoving the stuffed animal off his bed, sending it rolling on the floor. He finally bent down and rested his head on his arms.
After a while, he lifted his head, his eyes subconsciously traveling to their old picture together.
Yes. Five years ago, they were so in-love.
But five years ago, he was nineteen. He was young. He was stupid.
And now, he tore the picture in two.
Now, there were two separate people: the other guy, Yuki Eiri, and him…
Shindo Shuichi.
One may want to ask: why was Shindo Shuichi acting like that? Why so indifferent? Why so cold?
Simple. He was hurt.
No. Not just a few times.
Shuichi was hurt /too/ many times.
Too much, in fact, that now he had become this way. He had become unfeeling and emotionless. He had more than snapped.
He reached his limit.
And in Shindo Shuichi's mind: NO MORE.
No more fights. No more verbal abuse. No more punching, kicking, striking.
And most of all…
No more enduring.
He took the dagger he secretly hid underneath the bed's cushion and studied it.
He first got the grip. It was good. Firm. Perfect.
His left hand then traveled to the blade. He felt his fingers ripping into the side of the blade. Funny. He saw the red liquid, but he felt no pain.
He slowly positioned the dagger's sharp edge on his wrist. He had felt for his pulse earlier, so he knew where he was to place the edge.
"Shuichi!"
He looked blankly at the door and saw a tall, blonde guy, mixed emotions imprinted on his face. It seemed like he was frozen on the spot.
"Yuki…"
"Can you put that down? Onegai, Shuichi?" It was a desperate plea.
"Yuki…" he whispered. At this, he looked sharply at him, tears unknowingly falling, the dagger and his wrist outstretched, as if to flaunt.
"NO. MORE."
And with one violent swing of the dagger, Shuichi fell on the floor.
-----
No more abusing. No more fighting. No more name-calling. No more maltreating. No more hitting.
No more enduring.
No more.
-----
"SHUICHI!!!"
owari
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A/N: Liked it? Loved it? Despised it? Tell me what you think. That could help me. At least next time, I wouldn't run around with a death fic under my sleeve. TT
Please review!
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No More© is of my very own. Copyright of Mizuno Heiko, 14May2004, 11:04p. No part of this fiction may be reproduced without the consent of the author.