Clarity Scifiroots
March 22, 2001
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Dark. Blood. Yaoi
implicated.
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I
couldn’t really think. There really wasn’t any feeling. I’m sorry… You’re
bleeding. And you are lying there so helpless, lips parted – and torn.
Poor dear,
poor love. I’m sorry.
But you were beyond perfect
and gorgeous. Well, I think I prefer your looks now… It’s beautiful – you’re
beautiful… in a morbid way. *Laugh*
Your cheeks and face are
crimson, painted with the lines of red that’s now crusting. Aa. But you taste wonderful with that on you. You
wear that blood on your arms too, and along your chest, over your thighs and
legs. You’re more than words can ever describe.
Oh. But you’re in so much
pain? What have I done, love? I apologize. I seem to forget that you cannot
handle it. Your body seems to hate loosing so much blood. I’d wonder why, but
then again, that must be because you are human, ne?
Of course… must I always forget?
Hah. Silly
of me to forget over and over again. Mmm…
you’re lips are torn and sticky, just right. But why not leave your eyes open,
love? Won’t you let those leaf-green irises stare up at me with a building
fire? Your eyelids are half-closed… It’s upsetting.
Taste your hand… the unique
taste of your skin mixed with blood… I can’t think of anything better. But your
lovely hair is matting together; we’ll have to wash that out, won’t we? But later. After we’ve finished here and dealt with this. Mmm… love, hand me the blade?
But you wouldn’t, of course
not…. *Light laugh* Well, then I’ll retrieve it myself. It’s only a slight
prick, you know, just skin. Doesn’t matter at all.
It’s pure pleasure when the red rises up and trickles slowly over. I love my
blood, but yours is sweeter, love. Yet you’ve already bled this night, ne? My turn. My
turn.
Take your lips,
press them to mine, then to the cuts. And it starts, our
insane bonding of blood and touches and cutting and kissing. Have you
not told your friends yet, love? Aa…
but of course not. How could you? Me? I’ve no one to tell. None
at all.
Aren’t you surprised you’re
alive at all? Hmm. Don’t you recall – all that I care and love die. Die by my
hand. One way or another they will. So I ought to bleed you to your death
tonight. But I love this… this repeated exchanging of blood almost every night.
One of these nights you’ll loose all that life
flow that goes through that weak body of yours. Don’t you realize it? And I’ll
be left alone in a dark, human place that is more grotesque than anywhere
you’ll find in Maikai. Perhaps I ought to just drag
you into Maikai and take you there. Have you there.
Wouldn’t it be interesting to be back where your home was before this life?
No… there someone will take
you away from me. No one’s allowed to do that. Not even yourself.
Oh come now, you’ve still
more crimson to spare. Let me taste you again, love. That’s right… the crimson
gathering beneath your wrist is intoxicating. Oh? Why do you breath
in such a way. Mmm. Yes, this place here – this vein beneath your thumb, on
the wrist… it’s wonderful, love. Don’t you know that?
But my dear, you’re so pale.
Yet you’re smiling like the youko that’s your spirit.
Don’t you… don’t you realize, love? I see it now… I feel something, too. Amazing.
Your wrist drops from my hand
and I see you still staring at me, a slight smirk. That light in your eyes is
dim, love, and it isn’t right for the spirit that you have. You will leave me,
won’t you? Oh yes. Of course. *Laughs hysterically* No
one will ever stay. No one at all. I make sure of
that. Just as long as no one else gets them - ! It’s fine! Truly it is….
Truly….
But you’re body’s so weak, my
love. So very weak and trembling. And the sheets are
so stained, and even I am sticky from you. You can’t even move your lips, isn’t
that funny? You can’t even move them because of the blood binding them
together. But you’re more than beautiful… more gorgeous than you ever are when
you’re cleaned and “normal”.
Oh! But you can’t do this! I
– I shall be the one to …
Yet… I… I’d already killed that human of you… just not the
body… and you decide yourself…
…….Love… My, your hand is
desperately cold and red. *Small laugh* But you’re beautiful, and that’s all
that matters. All that matters at all. And you – you
were always so fragile this way. All pretty things are fragile, and they all
break. Because pretty things you cling to, and pretty things
shatter… like a thin piece of stained glass. And suddenly reality is
upon you.
So why’d I let you live as
long as you did? How did you end up with me for so long… then only quit
breathing tonight. I don’t even think you have any
more blood to give up to me.
You lasted long… love…
Love…? What is the meaning of
the word? What is the meaning of any emotions. I don’t
care. Not at all. *Bitter laugh* I don’t care at all…
So. Tell me then, what is this thin wetness down my
cheeks? It’s not thick enough to be blood…
~ OWARI ~