Disclaimer: I bet none of you even read these things, do you? I could just put "blah blah blahblabbity blah blah" in place of "I don't own shit," and no one would notice. . .
Author's Note: Woo! Finally, a theme central enough to write a ficlet collection for it! Mwahahaaaaa. . .
Ketsueki—translation: blood. Technically it's more like 'blood-type,' but I think it's an awesome word, so there.
Here we go!
Warnings for All Chapters: ZADR, dark themes, blood (duh).
Warnings for This Chapter: Character death, suicide.
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Ketsueki
Eyes
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The knife slips in a little further—deeper, deeper, tearing away at my insides. I moan as the tissue breaks, feeling the snap more than hearing it.
Pain. . . horrible, searing pain envelopes my arm as I watch my acids spill; rivulets of redness becoming a barrage of burgundy—swallowing all but patches of my clammy skin. Raindrops form, pulling away from my flesh in order to fall gracefully into the forming sea of scarlet on the hardwood floor.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Desire pumps through my slit veins, invigorated by adrenaline. It causes the thick fluid to ooze more rapidly from my broken machine. . . and I gasp— gaping incessantly, fixedly, madly at the puddles pooling around me.
The eyes.
So many eyes. . . glaring, glancing, staring, scorning; glittering like stars through the shadows of the night.
The eyes.
So red, so red— smoldering, glimmering, shimmering; like liquid rubies. Blood. Burning, boiling blood. . .
I can see him in my own crimson reflection; he's overtaken my entire body. He fuels me. . . He IS me. My passion, my obsession, my needs. . . my everything.
His eyes.
They're laughing at me even now. Even now, as I stare into the flood of gazes, transfixed by their beauty and danger; their hatred and lust—they're laughing. Cackling, taunting, teasing. They grow wider, larger, stronger; as I remember them being in his days of false glory.
I can still see you, Dib. . .
. . . Still, though his eyes and soul are dead.
Pain. A different type of pain—one much more virulent; nostalgic. Deadly. I crumple around it, falling into the warm ocean of stares.
And he continues to flow from me; I drain my entire body of his gaze. Of his essence. Of his revulsion. Of his love.
Of his eyes.
I watch my everything trickle away.
. . . then my vision turns black.