Conflict of Interests
Drabble 24: Grow Stronger
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. R fic. Very much an R rated drabble. It has noncon, HaoLysergYoh, and lime. You have been warned.
I was asked to explain my writing ways. The only thing I can say is practice, practice, practice. I've been writing fanfics since I was thirteen (I'm 19 now), under a different authors name though. I went through the writing phase with Mary Sues with the powers of the gods, and horribly out of character boy love with endless fluff. I'm only really happy with the stuff I've written in the past year or so though. So, all I can suggest is practice.
Disclaimer: The possibility of mpreg is never made clear in the series by Lyserg becoming very, very preggers. Shaman King doesn't belong to me.
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Yoh closing he door softly behind him. He uttered a soft, "He's finally asleep."
"Did he say anything?" Horo asked, watching Ren quietly open the door and went inside.
Yoh shook his head
"He just cried himself to sleep." The boy answered, sighing softly as he leaned against the wall.
Why did that have to happen? Why did someone so small and fragile as Lyserg have to go through that? How could Hao be so cruel? Why couldn't Hao had gone for Yoh, instead of targeting Lyserg? Hadn't he hurt the poor boy enough?
Yoh had froze when he came upon that scene.
Hao straddling Lyserg's prone and battered body, mercilessly pounding into him, ripping him to pieces.
To see Hao look up, and just removed himself, letting Lyserg's seemingly soulless body drop lifelessly to the ground. He ignore the boy as he smiled, SMILED at him.
Yoh was shaking, enraged. "What do you think you're doing?" he glared.
Hao smirked. "You need to become stronger, so I decided to help you along. Don't you want to kill me now, destroy me? Don't you hate me?" Hao smirked, leaning down and pulling Lyserg's face to his. Ignoring Yoh's fury and Lyserg soft whimpering sobs, he placed a kiss of mock gentleness on the boy's lips.
"Grow stronger Yoh, so that the next time I come for him, you'll be able to stop me."
And just like that, left.
He left Yoh with a small broken boy who numbly cried out tears that he wasn't even aware of crying. He left Yoh as the younger twin tried to sooth Lyserg's shaking, scared, sobbing form.
It had been so hard just to calm Lyserg's terror enough for Yoh to bring him back. It had been even harder to convince Lyserg that he was safe and get him to sleep.
Yoh fought back his own tears as he heard Lyserg start crying again.
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Gonna be gone this weekend, so no updates until Monday night/Tuesday. Next drabble though, will be a naughty little HaoLysergYoh. Your only clues are that it involves alcohol, more cross-dressing Lyserg, bets, and black panties. I'll let your minds come up with all the nice little images that spawn from those words.
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Ja manna-san!