DSOAS 5
Mwahahaha... Chapter five already! I was begining to think I was never going to get past the first two... Mwahahaha. But anyways, here you are, all you lovely people out there. Chapter Five. I didn't actually begin this chapter with the intent of putting it into this story. In fact, it wasn't supposed to be Ayame at all. It was supposed to be part of one of my original stories, but that went fail and it seemed like such an Ayame thing to do. Cut himself chopping carrots. It also provided a wonderful opening for the whole 'when did Ayame start cutting himself' thing. Which is now. So... I'll let you read.
The first time was an accident.
He had been chopping up a bunch of carrots to throw into a pot of miso. He got distracted by something (he couldn't even remember what) and the knife went shlick into his finger and he felt nothing. A sudden explosion of warmth, heat gushing out all over his bloody palm, so warm when his skin was so cold. The pain didn't hurt like pain at all. He didn't get the this is a bad thing vibe. He didn't feel scared at all. Just… indifferent. But not indifferent, not really, because he didn't really know he was just standing there and the blood was everywhere and he was never going to get it out of his apron. He'd have to burn it, hopefully before Shigure decided to show up again.
He laughed. He laughed and laughed and it hurt to laugh, more than the cut on his finger. It hurt in his heart, because somewhere deep inside he knew he was already gone.
He put on a bandaid. He cleaned up the blood. The miso boiled over. He ordered pizza. Girlish figure be damned. And then he sat down on his couch with an open pizza box and a razor and he cut himself again, just to see if he was back to normal. He wasn't. It didn't feel good, not really, but it didn't hurt, either. Not like he wasn't used to hurting. It was kinda cool, actually. Watching the creepy-pale flesh of his bone-thin arm peel back and let out the hot torrent of red you'd never guess lay just beneath the ivory. Feeling the skin pull apart, splitting open. Like the snake that I am, he thought, shedding my skin.
But then he started to get dizzy and he realized he'd been sitting there bleeding all over his furniture for almost an hour and he'd probably die of blood loss if he didn't treat himself soon.
He hadn't cut that deep, but even small cuts can leak an awful lot if you keep poking at them.
He threw the cold, untouched pizza in the trash and went to sleep. He had his pillow and his glass of water all ready for the inevitable nightmares.
But… they didn't come.
He didn't dream. Not at all.
As he lay in the first burgeoning light of morning, Ayame really didn't know who to thank. God or the Devil.
If he had to pick, he'd run off with good ol' uncle Lu any time.
Shigure took a deep breath and rapped sharply on the door. He wasn't going to take no for an answer this time. Aya was going to tell him what was wrong.
The door opened. Shigure opened his mouth, about to say something along the lines of "I don't know what's going on, Ayame, but I AM going to find out." Instead, he found a slightly less dignified version of 'oof' bursting forth from his compressed lungs as he got an armful of hyper-active snake.
"Gure-kun! I'm so glad you're here! I baked cookies! You've got to try some!"
He suddenly found himself sitting on the snake's couch, on top of a bloodstained cushion turned over, with what was apparently attempting to be gingerbread stuffed in his mouth and Ayame promising to get him some of the 'chocolate chip' as soon as they emerged from the smoky black inferno of the oven.
He was so dazed he never even noticed his lover wasn't wearing his apron.
And thus the rational of Ayame for continuing to cut himself- it makes the nightmares go away. Next chapter- MINE-CHAN!!! (Maru, I almost wrote your name, but stopped myself just in time. Because it's not the Maru, it's the Mine, who is the Maru but that is not the Mine I am talking about and anyone who does not know who you are will be very confused so all of you just ignore this.)