Fictober 2019 Day 25 - Prompt: Animals/Creature/Beast
Title: Animals/Creature/Beast
Characters: Miyadate Ryota, Kamenashi Kazuya, Meguro Ren
A/N: Day 25 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 25 - Animals/Creature/Beast
The quiet growl, the dangerous hiss that they can hear through his gritted teeth. The scream is what brought Miyadate back to his senses, what made him move from the cold floor where he was lying, lacking every memory of this day. He recognized it, the ceiling, the bars of the cell.
What is the point of him being kept there if the door is always open?
He rushed up the stairs, again, like he did the previous times, red sparkles already floating around his hand. The scream, he hasn’t heard it twice, but once is enough, and now he can hear the growl from outside the bedroom, that bedroom.
The scene, it’s the same. The man standing in the middle of the room panting, his chest moving up and down heavily. The ripped clothes, the fangs, the long, sharp claws, the hair that’s turned silver, the eyes that have turned pure black. A beast, not a human anymore, and Miyadate grabs the nearest spear out of all the weapons hanging on the wall. The creature only notices him now, eyes following his every move. They’re shaking, Miyadate’s hands, and he knows he’s not fully determined to go through with this, knows the face behind this transformation, the other side of the coin. Human.
“Don’t, please, it will be over soon…”
There it is. His reason. The boy, he almost didn’t see him lying behind the beast, blood running from his open wounds, got hurt pretty badly from all those claws. Miyadate shakes his head, clenches the spear tightly.
“I can’t keep healing you every time he goes berserk, Ren, we need to put an end to this!”
“No, please, he’ll be ok once he transforms back, please…” Meguro chokes, actually clings onto the man, and the hands are on him again, his hair, his clothes, pulling violently. Miyadate takes another step, but it’s aching, his heart. He knows it too, that everything will be alright once he’s human again. When he’s just Kamenashi, not this vicious beast.
But what until then?
“He’s going to kill you one day!” he yells, and now Kamenashi takes a step backwards, slightly alarmed by the edge of the spear that Miyadate is pointing towards him. But Meguro is still keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, shakes his head stubbornly, swallowing his tears down. “Listen to me, Ren, he can’t even remember what he did every time he becomes human again! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from him?”
How can he stay away, though? How can any of them stay away? They only have each other, locked in this castle, unable to set foot outside. It’s Kamenashi, only Kamenashi, who can walk outside at the garden. Every day, Miyadate tries to remember the face of the one who put him here, wonders if it’s the same person who did this to Kamenashi and Meguro. Wonders why Kamenashi can’t remember a thing of his life before this castle, why he keeps transforming into this beast, without a warning.
Miyadate doesn’t want to kill him. He can’t kill Kamenashi, not the Kamenashi who walks down the corridors with a smile, not the Kamenashi who doesn’t remember a thing, but somehow remembers how to cook, sometimes even better than Miyadate.
Not the Kamenashi that sits by Meguro’s bed almost every night, listening to the younger one’s stories about the world outside this forest.
But he’s tired, of fighting the tears every time he has to heal Meguro’s scars.
He attacks, stabs his shoulder, and there’s a horrifying howl, claws digging into Meguro’s shoulders, before the boy is thrown to the wall like a doll. And still, he crawls on his knees, tries to approach him, but Miyadate stabs Kamenashi again, not enough to kill him, but enough to prevent him from attacking again. He pushes him, until his back meets the wall, and stares at him, right into the black, empty eyes that don’t seem to understand. The eyes that only want to kill.
“Please, come back to me…” Meguro chokes behind him, and Miyadate can feel his hand on his leg as the boy struggles to reach them. “We don’t want to kill you, I swear we don’t, so please, come back already…”
How much longer, how many seconds? At least he’s stopped trying to attack, the spear Miyadate is holding still digging deep into his shoulder. They just stare at him, both of them, and time moves on, or maybe time froze. Come back, come back, come back…
He jerks, head thrown back and hands shaking uncontrollably. He trembles, and Miyadate pulls the spear out, throws it on the ground. The sparkles are everywhere now, bright red, and he leans down to touch Meguro as Kamenashi slowly sinks to his knees, as the fangs and the claws slowly shrink, until they look like normal teeth and nails again. Meguro jolts, trying to move, but Miyadate holds him back, steady and firm, keeps watching as Kamenashi’s hair grows darker again. As the warmth in his eyes returns.
Only for a split second, until he collapses quietly on the floor, like always. Cursed, enchanted, this whole place, them as well. But the sparkles, his power, Miyadate still has it, and so he forces Meguro in a sitting position, guiding the red drops onto his bleeding cuts.
“I’m telling him this time.” He lets out, and Meguro’s eyes go wide open, lips already parting to protest. “No, I’m telling him, Ren. I don’t know why he doesn’t remember, but I’m done hiding his actions from him just because you don’t want him to get hurt. I’m telling him once he wakes up.”
“It’s not him. He’s not doing it willingly, what will change if you tell him?”
“I know for sure nothing will change if I don’t tell him!” Miyadate barks the words at him, and he knows it’s wrong, to take it out on him, but it’s impossible to keep calm anymore. “If you can’t stay away from him, maybe he will be the mature one and stay away from you, so that he can’t hurt you the next time he transforms!”
The next time without a warning…at least it never happens twice a day. At least it’s over for today.
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Characters: Miyadate Ryota, Kamenashi Kazuya, Meguro Ren
A/N: Day 25 of the Fictober Challenge I decided to try (here) .
Day 25 - Animals/Creature/Beast
The quiet growl, the dangerous hiss that they can hear through his gritted teeth. The scream is what brought Miyadate back to his senses, what made him move from the cold floor where he was lying, lacking every memory of this day. He recognized it, the ceiling, the bars of the cell.
What is the point of him being kept there if the door is always open?
He rushed up the stairs, again, like he did the previous times, red sparkles already floating around his hand. The scream, he hasn’t heard it twice, but once is enough, and now he can hear the growl from outside the bedroom, that bedroom.
The scene, it’s the same. The man standing in the middle of the room panting, his chest moving up and down heavily. The ripped clothes, the fangs, the long, sharp claws, the hair that’s turned silver, the eyes that have turned pure black. A beast, not a human anymore, and Miyadate grabs the nearest spear out of all the weapons hanging on the wall. The creature only notices him now, eyes following his every move. They’re shaking, Miyadate’s hands, and he knows he’s not fully determined to go through with this, knows the face behind this transformation, the other side of the coin. Human.
“Don’t, please, it will be over soon…”
There it is. His reason. The boy, he almost didn’t see him lying behind the beast, blood running from his open wounds, got hurt pretty badly from all those claws. Miyadate shakes his head, clenches the spear tightly.
“I can’t keep healing you every time he goes berserk, Ren, we need to put an end to this!”
“No, please, he’ll be ok once he transforms back, please…” Meguro chokes, actually clings onto the man, and the hands are on him again, his hair, his clothes, pulling violently. Miyadate takes another step, but it’s aching, his heart. He knows it too, that everything will be alright once he’s human again. When he’s just Kamenashi, not this vicious beast.
But what until then?
“He’s going to kill you one day!” he yells, and now Kamenashi takes a step backwards, slightly alarmed by the edge of the spear that Miyadate is pointing towards him. But Meguro is still keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, shakes his head stubbornly, swallowing his tears down. “Listen to me, Ren, he can’t even remember what he did every time he becomes human again! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from him?”
How can he stay away, though? How can any of them stay away? They only have each other, locked in this castle, unable to set foot outside. It’s Kamenashi, only Kamenashi, who can walk outside at the garden. Every day, Miyadate tries to remember the face of the one who put him here, wonders if it’s the same person who did this to Kamenashi and Meguro. Wonders why Kamenashi can’t remember a thing of his life before this castle, why he keeps transforming into this beast, without a warning.
Miyadate doesn’t want to kill him. He can’t kill Kamenashi, not the Kamenashi who walks down the corridors with a smile, not the Kamenashi who doesn’t remember a thing, but somehow remembers how to cook, sometimes even better than Miyadate.
Not the Kamenashi that sits by Meguro’s bed almost every night, listening to the younger one’s stories about the world outside this forest.
But he’s tired, of fighting the tears every time he has to heal Meguro’s scars.
He attacks, stabs his shoulder, and there’s a horrifying howl, claws digging into Meguro’s shoulders, before the boy is thrown to the wall like a doll. And still, he crawls on his knees, tries to approach him, but Miyadate stabs Kamenashi again, not enough to kill him, but enough to prevent him from attacking again. He pushes him, until his back meets the wall, and stares at him, right into the black, empty eyes that don’t seem to understand. The eyes that only want to kill.
“Please, come back to me…” Meguro chokes behind him, and Miyadate can feel his hand on his leg as the boy struggles to reach them. “We don’t want to kill you, I swear we don’t, so please, come back already…”
How much longer, how many seconds? At least he’s stopped trying to attack, the spear Miyadate is holding still digging deep into his shoulder. They just stare at him, both of them, and time moves on, or maybe time froze. Come back, come back, come back…
He jerks, head thrown back and hands shaking uncontrollably. He trembles, and Miyadate pulls the spear out, throws it on the ground. The sparkles are everywhere now, bright red, and he leans down to touch Meguro as Kamenashi slowly sinks to his knees, as the fangs and the claws slowly shrink, until they look like normal teeth and nails again. Meguro jolts, trying to move, but Miyadate holds him back, steady and firm, keeps watching as Kamenashi’s hair grows darker again. As the warmth in his eyes returns.
Only for a split second, until he collapses quietly on the floor, like always. Cursed, enchanted, this whole place, them as well. But the sparkles, his power, Miyadate still has it, and so he forces Meguro in a sitting position, guiding the red drops onto his bleeding cuts.
“I’m telling him this time.” He lets out, and Meguro’s eyes go wide open, lips already parting to protest. “No, I’m telling him, Ren. I don’t know why he doesn’t remember, but I’m done hiding his actions from him just because you don’t want him to get hurt. I’m telling him once he wakes up.”
“It’s not him. He’s not doing it willingly, what will change if you tell him?”
“I know for sure nothing will change if I don’t tell him!” Miyadate barks the words at him, and he knows it’s wrong, to take it out on him, but it’s impossible to keep calm anymore. “If you can’t stay away from him, maybe he will be the mature one and stay away from you, so that he can’t hurt you the next time he transforms!”
The next time without a warning…at least it never happens twice a day. At least it’s over for today.
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