Bloodied Quill (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodied_quill) wrote,@ 2006-01-04 02:18:00 |
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Title: Game
Category: fan fiction, one-shot
Genre: dark/angst
Rating: R (violence)
Date: January 3-4, 2006
Written for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
50stories
Theme: #31 - Monster
Pairing: tetsu/hyde of L’Arc~en~Ciel
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not affiliated with L’Arc~en~Ciel, Sony Ki/oon, Danger Crue, etc. This is a work of complete fiction. It’s for fun; I’m not going to make any money off of this. However, this particular story is my own writing, so please do not claim it as yours or repost it without permission.
Comments: Plot outline by request ofbokchil. Oh lord. This one hurt.
WARNING: Contains scene of domestic abuse.
Word Count: 725
POV: First person (tetsu and hyde)
2005
hyde was flirting again. I knew it. He was so close to some pretty young thing in the corner that I’m sure she could smell the vodka on his breath.
And I just downed the rest of my sake in one go and looked away, signaling the bartender for another.
Because he’d been like this for the longest time. Ever since things had started getting sour with his wife, he’d try more and more to convince me to go out drinking with him, keep him company while he tried to drown his unhappiness and tears.
And now that that bit is long done and over with, he still comes and drapes himself over the back of my chair, hanging over my shoulder until I agree to go out with him just for the fun of it.
And I’d thought maybe he’d stop his “playing” once we weren’t just there together, but together. And I was wrong. He didn’t get that I didn’t think it was funny or that I didn’t think it meant nothing.
So I sat there watching. Every time. And this time. And the next time. And I’d give him dirty looks when we got home, trying to tell him that I didn’t like it.
But he’d just laugh and smile and kiss me and tell me he loved me, that he didn’t mean anything by it, that it was just for fun, and that I was being silly. And he’d snuggle up to me and wait for me to sigh and kiss him back and wish him a goodnight. And I always did.
********
2006
I wobbled a little as I walked over to tetsu, laughing and smiling and waving off the oh-so-obviously gay man who’d offered to light my cigarette. Not that he wasn’t attractive, but I was too tired to keep up the game. And tetsu looked up at me with such a sad smile that I almost felt bad. Almost.
But instead, I laughed softly and took tetsu’s vodka right out of his hands, drinking half of it before he could even get his mouth open to protest. And I’d handed it back by the time his alcohol-fogged mind gave him a clue as to what to say. So I lightly tapped a finger against his still-open lips and laughed as he snapped his teeth to bite. I dropped onto the seat beside him and ordered my own drink, making it disappear well before he finished what I’d left him of his own.
I’m not entirely certain what went on after that, but he looked pretty pissed off the next morning.
********
2007
He was on the floor before he even realized I was swinging for him. Between the sake he’d stolen from me and the vodka he’d ordered for himself, I wasn’t really surprised.
Though for all the sake I had in me, I was a little surprised I hadn’t missed.
He whimpered, struggling to get his balance enough to stand back up. And I just kicked him back down before he could. And kicked him again. And again until he was screaming. And again until he stopped.
And when I was done seeing the cliché red of anger, I stopped to realize that the red was very real and dripping from hyde’s lip.
I reached down to wipe it away, and he whimpered. He wouldn’t stop whimpering as I picked him up and lay him down on the bed, softly whispering my apologies as he blinked at me with tears in his eyes and a look of pain and fear on his face. And he started crying, and he didn’t stop until he was very nearly asleep. And then I started, and I couldn’t stop any easier.
********
2007
I didn’t do it any more. Not after that. Not after the monster I’d seen tetsu become. That… I suppose I pushed him to become. I got the point.
********
2009
I didn’t do it again. But he thought I would, and I didn’t do a damn thing to convince him otherwise.
It kept him in line. He kept his paws to himself except when he ventured to put them on me.
And even after hyde had to have realized that I hadn’t struck him again yet and I really wouldn’t, he still didn’t go back to his damn games. That was it. He was mine.
Game. Set. Match.
The request
bokchil: did you do the theme 'monster' yet?
onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill nope
bokchil: do that. one of them is abusive. there ya go
onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill: oh god. fine.
bokchil: hey, it doesn't suck!
onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill: it's sad though. but yes. i will
bokchil: yay!
comments appreciated
Category: fan fiction, one-shot
Genre: dark/angst
Rating: R (violence)
Date: January 3-4, 2006
Written for
50storiesTheme: #31 - Monster
Pairing: tetsu/hyde of L’Arc~en~Ciel
Disclaimer: I do not own/am not affiliated with L’Arc~en~Ciel, Sony Ki/oon, Danger Crue, etc. This is a work of complete fiction. It’s for fun; I’m not going to make any money off of this. However, this particular story is my own writing, so please do not claim it as yours or repost it without permission.
Comments: Plot outline by request of
bokchil. Oh lord. This one hurt.WARNING: Contains scene of domestic abuse.
Word Count: 725
POV: First person (tetsu and hyde)
2005
hyde was flirting again. I knew it. He was so close to some pretty young thing in the corner that I’m sure she could smell the vodka on his breath.
And I just downed the rest of my sake in one go and looked away, signaling the bartender for another.
Because he’d been like this for the longest time. Ever since things had started getting sour with his wife, he’d try more and more to convince me to go out drinking with him, keep him company while he tried to drown his unhappiness and tears.
And now that that bit is long done and over with, he still comes and drapes himself over the back of my chair, hanging over my shoulder until I agree to go out with him just for the fun of it.
And I’d thought maybe he’d stop his “playing” once we weren’t just there together, but together. And I was wrong. He didn’t get that I didn’t think it was funny or that I didn’t think it meant nothing.
So I sat there watching. Every time. And this time. And the next time. And I’d give him dirty looks when we got home, trying to tell him that I didn’t like it.
But he’d just laugh and smile and kiss me and tell me he loved me, that he didn’t mean anything by it, that it was just for fun, and that I was being silly. And he’d snuggle up to me and wait for me to sigh and kiss him back and wish him a goodnight. And I always did.
********
2006
I wobbled a little as I walked over to tetsu, laughing and smiling and waving off the oh-so-obviously gay man who’d offered to light my cigarette. Not that he wasn’t attractive, but I was too tired to keep up the game. And tetsu looked up at me with such a sad smile that I almost felt bad. Almost.
But instead, I laughed softly and took tetsu’s vodka right out of his hands, drinking half of it before he could even get his mouth open to protest. And I’d handed it back by the time his alcohol-fogged mind gave him a clue as to what to say. So I lightly tapped a finger against his still-open lips and laughed as he snapped his teeth to bite. I dropped onto the seat beside him and ordered my own drink, making it disappear well before he finished what I’d left him of his own.
I’m not entirely certain what went on after that, but he looked pretty pissed off the next morning.
********
2007
He was on the floor before he even realized I was swinging for him. Between the sake he’d stolen from me and the vodka he’d ordered for himself, I wasn’t really surprised.
Though for all the sake I had in me, I was a little surprised I hadn’t missed.
He whimpered, struggling to get his balance enough to stand back up. And I just kicked him back down before he could. And kicked him again. And again until he was screaming. And again until he stopped.
And when I was done seeing the cliché red of anger, I stopped to realize that the red was very real and dripping from hyde’s lip.
I reached down to wipe it away, and he whimpered. He wouldn’t stop whimpering as I picked him up and lay him down on the bed, softly whispering my apologies as he blinked at me with tears in his eyes and a look of pain and fear on his face. And he started crying, and he didn’t stop until he was very nearly asleep. And then I started, and I couldn’t stop any easier.
********
2007
I didn’t do it any more. Not after that. Not after the monster I’d seen tetsu become. That… I suppose I pushed him to become. I got the point.
********
2009
I didn’t do it again. But he thought I would, and I didn’t do a damn thing to convince him otherwise.
It kept him in line. He kept his paws to himself except when he ventured to put them on me.
And even after hyde had to have realized that I hadn’t struck him again yet and I really wouldn’t, he still didn’t go back to his damn games. That was it. He was mine.
Game. Set. Match.
The request
bokchil: did you do the theme 'monster' yet?onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill nopebokchil: do that. one of them is abusive. there ya go onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill: oh god. fine.bokchil: hey, it doesn't suck!onegreysunrise/bloodied_quill: it's sad though. but yes. i willbokchil: yay!comments appreciated
