Bruises and Love Letters
Author: Kai_Kat13
Chapter: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Genre: Drama
Warnings: AU, Language, Dark Themes, Character Death
Summery: One night meant for joy and celebration lead to the death of his lover.
A/N: Uhmm.. it's dark. I mean there's Character Death... so yeah. Read it at your own risk
He was late. He knew it, but he couldn’t be assed to answer his phone, which had been vibrating nonstop for the past hour and a half. It wasn’t his fault. None of it was. He had no control over the subways running late. He had no control of the traffic jams. Sure, maybe he could have started walking, but either way, he’d be late.
He could have called, could have answered his phone, could have explained why he was late. But then again, what kind of twenty-something year old man needed to be given a curfew? To him it was crazy, but it was one of the things he endured because he loved him.
As the trains began to move again, Hiroto sighed in relief, his hands picking up the small package beside him and clutching it closely to his chest. He looked around cautiously, apprehensive about the package, not wanting to lose it.
Taking his seat, he folded one leg up over his other and pulled out a small piece of paper, folded in half and began to write, scrawling ink across its smooth surface, thoughtfully though a bit crooked and messy. He smiled softly at the writing, re reading his words over and over, making sure they were absolutely perfect. Once satisfied he tucked it away into the package and pulled out his phone.
The vibrations had stopped, he knew it couldn’t be a good sign, but let it be. He opened the menu and slid the screen until the button for his gallery appeared, and tapped it gently. A small, bittersweet smile stretched his lips as he peered down at the face of his lover. A candid shot of him in the park, another of him at the beach, one more of the two of them standing side by side in the cramped bathroom of their small apartment. Smiling gently, he brought the phone closer to his face and rest the top of the phone against his lips, placing a discreet kiss to the screen.
He allowed his eyes to fall shut as he reminisced. The warm sun beat down on him as he laid in the park, his hand entwined with Shinji’s as they gazed at the clouds. Brown and amber eyes shinjing brightly as they laughed, pointing to the different shapes.
“Ne, Shinji, that one looks like a unicorn!” he had exclaimed, lifting their hands and pointing at the cloud. A soft melodious chuckle escaped Shinji’s lips as he watched the puff of air drift by. “I don’t see it, I see a tiger,” he laughed and rolled on his side. “A tiger getting ready to pounce on his prey,” he grinned and rolled on top of the small blonde, who returned his grin with his contagious laughter.
“Kowaii! Kowaaiii~” he laughed smiling up at the elder. Shinji bent his head down, capturing the blonde’s lips, slipping his tongue past his partner’s lips, running the slick muscle over the other’s. His hand coming down and cradling the younger males face. “I’ll give you scary, princess,” he whispered huskily in his ear, loving the way shivers ran down Hiroto’s spine.
His eyes opened as his stop was called. He sighed softly. If only things could go back to how innocent they used to be. Before… he looked down blushing deeply at his thoughts. He had only been a teenager when they had begun their relationship, getting ready to graduate highschool, merely seventeen. Hardly old enough to be in a relationship with this man, five years his senior.
Neither of them could deny how right it felt when they met. The couldn’t deny there was something there between them. The moment Hiroto had laid eyes on the tall man, something in him just felt right, as if a void had been filled. That man, Shinji, had completed him, and he knew he needed him in his life.
They had been so innocent up until he turned twenty. The legal age of consent in their prefecture. When Shinji assumed Hiroto was ready. The quiet young man could never protest. He couldn’t say he didn’t want it. He just hadn’t been ready.
“Fuck, Hiroto, you don’t know how amazing you feel,” heavy pants filled the air, punctuated by the slapping of flesh on flesh. Pained moans and mewls of pleasure escaped the, then brown-haired, young man. He released much earlier than he had hoped he would, slightly embarrassed at his lack of experience, Shinji and brought him a second by the time he finally released in him.
He’d never admit it out loud, but that night, when Shinji was asleep,he went into the bathroom, crying, trying to cleanse himself, feeling dirty. He hated it. It was nothing like the way movies portrayed losing your virginity. It hurt. It hurt like hell. He could barely walk. The words “It’ll get better, you’ll feel good, I promise,” felt like lies. All it brought him was pain. Shinji had expected sex from him nearly every night after that. Something Hiroto couldn’t quite protest.
That night had changed Shinji, though Hiroto never realized how dangerous it could be until the first bruises appeared after a refusal. He quickly learned, when Shinji wanted sex, Shinji got it. He no longer had a choice in their relationship. He was able to put it aside though, telling himself, “Lover’s do things like this all the time. They do what the other wants,” though he always forgot, his wants were important too if that statement were true.
Biting his lip, the blonde made his way down the street, stopping in front of their complex. With a shaking breath he walked up the steps. The weight of the situation had set in. Now not only did Shinji demand sex, but he also put limits on Hiroto’s life. He was allowed out only for work and to shop. Unless Shinji accompanied him. He had to be home by ten at night, unless he was working late, in which case he would need to call and inform him. Hiroto didn’t like it, but he couldn’t tell him no without another bruise and more questioning glances about its origin.
“I-I’m home,” Hiroto called as he slipped off his shoes and set down his package as he shrugged off his coat. It definitely smelled like Shinji was having a good time. Bending down to pick up his package, before he wandered to the living room, he saw Shinji, sitting up with a cigarette, the tendril of smoke wafting to his nose, making his wrinkle by instinct. He disliked the scent of nicotine, it was too tempting for him to just pick up a box and start the cancerous habit once again.
“Shinji,” he smiled. The elder ignored him. Hiroto frowned. It was this game again. “Shinji, I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I was on the subway, you know there’s rules against it..” he sighed and walked further into the room.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, you were out with Kohara weren’t you? Trying to pass yourself off as single, weren’t you? You little whore?”
“Shinji!” he glared. “No. I wasn’t out with Kohara, nor have I ever pretended to be single around him. I love you. Not him.”
“Right, whatever you say.” He sneered and stood up, knocking the package out of Hiroto’s hand, and grabbing him by the collar., forcing him to stand on his toes.
“Believe me Shinji..” he whispered, brown eyes dilating in fear. He knew what was coming next, though no matter how much he tried to brace himself, the swift blow to his stomach had him gasping for air. Hiroto could smell the alcohol on his breath, and winced. This wouldn’t be short.
Another blow, followed by curses and insults. Shinji kept raining down blows, watching in sick satisfaction as blood seeped from his lover’s nose, pooled on his lips, staining his pale skin. He lifted Hiroto up once more, holding him tightly by the neck, cutting off his air supply.
“You fucking whore,” he shouted and he slammed the other’s small frame into the wall, still holding his neck, before dropping him to the ground, ignoring how the blonde’s head hit the corner of the coffee table, still pounding on him as blood seeped from the back of his head, staining the floor and pale locks of hair. Not caring that the body was no longer moving. Not caring as the cries stopped. Wondering why there was a weak smile on his lips, not knowing the soft mumble that left the broken lips just seconds ago.
“What’s in the package?” he asked, venomously. Upon receiving no answer he kicked the other in the ribs, still no answer. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that there would be none. He grabbed the small bag and pulled out the piece of paper, a small card with little hearts on it.
“Happy Anniversary, Shinji~!
So, maybe this is a bit lame, maybe you’ll just make fun of me for this, but it’s our anniversary! That’s right, six years ago today we met! And five years ago today we started dating! These have been the best six years of my life Shinji. Thank you for everything. If I were better with words, I’d offer you something more than just this… the feelings are there though, even if I can’t spell them out like an artist. I love you Shinji Amano.
Even if we can’t marry, I want to be with you forever, in every way that a husband should be. So will you be my unofficial husband? I’ll cherish you forever, love only you, and above all, take care of your every need and want. You’ll never need to lift a finger again, Shinji! Speaking of fingers! Open the box baby~”
Shinji stopped. Blankly staring at the paper, before grabbing the box. A small silver ring lay inside. In the band read the words, “Shinji and Hiroto, Forever and Always.”
No emotions flitted through him. Realization dawned on him. He’d forgotten it was their anniversary.
“Hiroto, baby,” he turned to the motionless body, the weak smile etched onto his lips tore through him.
“Hiroto?!” he let go of the card and crawled over to his lover who lay still, unbreathing. His deep brown orbs, never to be filled with life again. His mouth to never utter a single chime of laughter again. And he’d done this.
Screaming out his anguish, he grabbed his lover’s body, cradling it close to his chest, crying out, tears streaming down his face.
It was ironic. The day they met, would also be the day it ended.