Disclaimer: I don't own it. I own the poem however. Steal it I will prosecute.
Title: My melody
Chapter: 14/16
Rating: M
Genre: angst/horror-ish
Characters: Tatsuha/Suguru
Warnings: extreme angst, hints of non-consensual, beatings ect ect. You have been warned.
Summery: Suguru belongs to Tatsuha, no matter what.

He was gorgeous, he was beautiful and he was forever young. He would never change a bit, never ever. He would always remain Tatsuha's even if he tried to leave him, because Tatsuha was demonic like that; he has his ways.

He would make Tatsuha so happy with his dazzling smiles, his powerful personality. He would play a melody so beautiful, even if he wasn't anywhere near a piano. These notes Tatsuha still heard in his head, playing over and over again and it was driving him insane. Even if the player himself was currently immobile, for he was lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Baby just sing me that lullaby

The one you use to know

Even if you can't breathe

With my fingers around your throat

It's the only thing I want to hear

Suguru just wanted out. It was too much. The tears that fell and the hands that were thrown at him made him weak, made him fall to his knees in despair. The abuse needed to end, he cried, or he would leave.

But oh no, Tatsuha would have none of that. Suguru was his. Always would be. And Tatsuha was allowed to play however he wanted to with what was his.

So after playing with his toy, after breaking it into tiny pieces and leaving it on the cold hard floor to cry, Tatsuha proceeded to smack him again and again; Suguru would not leave him. Even mentioning it was wrong.

The notes spin and spin in my head

Baby, baby the tone is dead

I can see your eyes

They beg for our long goodbyes

Baby sing it sing it

Suguru didn't like sharing the same bed with Tatsuha. It was putting himself at more risk, more danger. But there was no helping it, denying Tatsuha's advances was not an option. He simply was to spread his legs and hope it wouldn't be as bad as last time.

But it was, it always was. It hurt and it made him cry and scream in agony. He wanted out, he just wanted out...He didn't love this monster, this wasn't his Tatsuha. This wasn't what he bargained for! It started with one fight, then one hit, then it continued on and on and finally this is where he was.

One more beating, one more fight, one more rape, and he would leave. It was too much, he needed to get out. He had to get out.

He begged Hiroshi not to tell Tatsuha, begged him to let him stay with him for a few days, and begged to whatever god was listening that Tatsuha wouldn't find him.

Let's make a pinky swear

Promise me you'll care

If I die

Good cause its happening tonight

Just sing that song right

Foolish, stupid Suguru. Foolish stupid Hiroshi. Think Suguru could get away? Not on Tatsuha's watch he wouldn't. Hiroshi just had to pick a fight with Tatsuha, he just had to try and smack sense into him for his "ongoing abuse towards Suguru" and he just had to let it slip Suguru was packing his bags.

Poor, foolish, stupid Suguru and Hiroshi.

Baby just sing me that lullaby

The one you use to know

Even if you can't breathe

With my fingers around your throat

It's the only thing I want to hear

His heart was in his throat and his hands were shaking. He threw everything he could into his bags as quickly as he could. He had to get out, he needed to get out.

He was so scared and so afraid; what if Tatsuha came home? What will he do?

He cried and prayed for an escape when he felt those evil, dangerous hands that were the answer to his fears slip around his waist. His tears fell in heavy sobs when a voice asked him where he thought he was going.

Tatsuha made it clear to Suguru he wasn't supposed to leave him. He warned him many times that it wasn't wise, so he had no choice but to let Suguru feel the new sensation of a very cooled, very sharp knife slowly brush against his skin.

The song is playing but where is the player?

The voice is ringing but where is the singer?

The heart is beating but where is the body?

The feeling is still lingering

But for what?

Baby its over

The hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention with the cooled knife slowly slid up his side, raising the shirt with it. He was told to kneel before the bed and he did. He was told to shut up and he did. He was told to take off his clothes and he did.

Suguru was Tatsuha's, always would be. So he just had to take him one more time before he would truly be his forever, just had to hear those screams of pain one more time before all would be silent. He just had to violate that body one more time before there would be no more resistance, no more pleasure of sliding his cock in and out of that very tight, very bloody warmth.

Sing it before you go

Please hit every note

He withdrew himself from the broken body on the hard wood floor that was grasping the sheets of the bed with whatever might he had left. Tatsuha just chuckled as he turned Suguru to face him.

He slid his fingers over the rib cage that could be seen a mile away if Suguru ever dared to take his shirt off before anyone else but Tatsuha. The skin was cold and shivering and wet from all the crying, just the way Tatsuha liked it. Tatsuha wanted it like this forever. He wanted Suguru to have this beautiful expression on his face forever, this beautiful coldness forever.

And he would have it.

Sing it before you go

Please hit every note

Suguru's eyes didn't become wide with surprise or fright when he watched Tatsuha aim the knife carefully over his heart. He didn't scream or try to fight. He just sat there and welcomed the sensation with all he had.

Through a half lidded gaze he watched the man he loved so dearly slice his skin.

Oh my dear sweet darling

Sing me your lullaby

Tatsuha laid the forever beautiful Suguru down softly on the white sheets. His blood was spilling very fast from the very deep cut. Suguru was gagging like a fish and squirming in an unbearable pain, a pain so great none of the bruises or wounds or rapes he had felt over the years could compare.

Tatsuha just smiled however, kissing those beautiful discolored lips one last time before they would be lifeless. He watched with great happiness as the body before him went limp.

Baby just sing me that lullaby

The one you use to know

Even if you can't breathe

With my fingers around your throat

It's the only thing I want to hear

Tatsuha sat on the floor, leaning against the bed that cradled a very dead Suguru. He hummed along to a song, a melody that played over and over and over again in his head.

He was now forever his. He was gorgeous, he was beautiful and he was forever young. He would never change a bit, never ever, because Tatsuha wouldn't let him.

True, true, Tatsuha was very insane. The music would never leave his head; Suguru's notes would never stop playing. The louder they were the more Tatsuha's mind had less control over his cause.

But now the notes were silent and Tatsuha, well, he was content.

Sing it

End Chapter

This is by far my favorite work ever.

So I'm sure that sucked because I'm too happy to be sad, so yah, that's the best fur ball I could cough up. I didn't hit the writing style I wanted for this piece, I truly didn't and it makes me sad, but oh well...

So who didn't see this type of chapter coming? I mean come ON: P Suguru abuse is fun

Let me explain myself:

This story was the height of Tatsuha ongoing progression of insanity and of abusing Suguru; in other words what everything added up to after years of abuse building into something more.