Eyes Of Fiery Red 1/?
Title: Eyes Of Fiery Red 1/?
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I would get them married! :D But I don’t, and so =(
Word Count: 388
Summary: Jaejoong struggles with the sins he neither expects to be forgiven for nor atone for. Yunho takes it all away from him, all in return for a chance at a single taste of love - rare, coveted, and as he begins to discover, perhaps, out-of-reach.
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I could sometimes hear her voice in my head.
Her laughter like the tinkering of the piano as a feline laid paws across ivory and ebony keys, like spring newly awakened, like magnolia and sunshine, or perhaps the gurgle of a stream in the tranquillity of the forest.
But no matter how hard I tried to describe it, it did no justice to the real thing.
Just like I could not bring her back.
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I remembered sometimes.
The bodies had been strewn everywhere in the house, the blood that had soaked through the earthen ware in its vicinity, just like it had soaked through the ground, no longer retaining its startling colour of crimson red, but appearing as darker, damp patches on everything it had contaminated. But the stench. God, the stench. The sickening, coppery, metallic smell of the blood. Of death. It had plagued me to no end, assaulting my nose without mercy - I was slowly becoming insane, and I couldn’t. Just couldn’t sit in the midst of the slowly decomposing bodies and the blood and the ruins anymore.
So I had set fire to the place.
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I looked at the little I had salvaged set beside my feet - or what I had bothered to salvage, because nothing was precious and nothing mattered anymore - as I watched the flames lick away at the house, the tendrils of ember caressing the shell of the place - the memories, the people - that used to reside there.
I clutched the broken body to me as I turned my back to it, and let the fire take it all away from me.
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The people talked amongst themselves in places they thought I couldn’t hear. Either that, or they didn’t care if I did.
The rumours were rift, but it slithered like a silent, predatory snake amongst the people in town, only coming around to the hero last. But I was no hero, so the wind carried fragments of words to me sometimes, and I had caught pieces that made no sense on their own. Some said demon, others mentioned that I was possessed. Whispers of Jaejoong, murderer and the fear that kept the people shunning away where I walked taught me all that I needed to know.
But they were all right about one thing.
I had killed them.
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A/N: This is going to be chaptered - this prologue is more like a drabble but it feels right, so there you go~