Dimension(s) 1/?
Title: Dimension(s)
Chapter: 1/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: Suicide attempt,
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have split personality disorder. What happens when parts of themselves hate and love one of the other, when the main individuals themselves are not aware of their other identities?
Comments: Plot and pairing suggested and inspired by lokistrakin
"You're so fucking pathetic Uruha," Ruki spat, "Look at you. You're such a wimp. C'mon say something to rebut me huh." Uruha whimpered. He tried to muffle his sobs by sinking his teeth into the flesh of his right hand, hoping that by doing so he could kill two birds with one stone: Let the pain take over the hurt, and reduce the volume of his cries.
"Coward. Loser. Why do you even exist Uruha? Why? What's the point of living when you are so worthless? Haven't you any ounce of pride? It seems that you don't mind letting me trample all over you. What's the point of living eh? Won't you be better off dead?" Ruki continued to sneer.
Uruha's eyes watered, his vision clouding up and blurring out his surroundings. Everything was smothering together into a misty grey but a glint sparkled out of the corner of his eyes. He sniffed and blinked away his tears as he slowly got up to his knees and edged nearer to the source of that sparkle.
"Yes Uruha. Go on. That's what you need to get yourself out of this misery, the key to your freedom." Ruki beckoned, his voice rising with anticipation as Uruha neared the object on the dresser.
Uruha came to a stop. He slowly lifted his hand and picked up the cool metallic tool on the table. It glimmered beautifully in the moonlight which shone through the window panes as he brought it closer for inspection. He ran his eyes down the plane of the blade. It seemed sharp enough to be able to deliver the escape he sought right now.
At the other end of the room, Ruki's eyes grew wider. He clenched his fists tighter as he watched Uruha study the letter opener in his hands. Yes, he was going to do it. Finally!
Grasping the handle firmly, Uruha closed his eyes as he brought the sharp end of the blade to his wrist. Everything would be over now. He would soon be spared from this taunting, this agony. Ruki was right. The world didn't need him at all.
Inhaling a deep breath, Uruha forced his eyelids shut even tighter and Ruki held his own as Uruha drew the blade swiftly across the pale unmarked skin, leaving a trail of shocking red in its wake.
"Fuck!" Aoi cursed, throwing back the covers and springing upwards. He grabbed at the acute pain in his left wrist and jumped at the sticky wetness his fingers felt upon contact. "Holy shit..." those words escaped his lips when his left arm fell out of his grasp and laid limp on his crimson stained sheets, a stark vermillion slit shining vividly in all its glory under the moonlight pouring in from the window at his side. He swore again too, when the nocturnal white glow led him to the discovery of a crown of lined imprints between his right thumb and wrist.
Wasn’t he just having a very realistic nightmare?
A/N: 500 words! Kay -.-