Without
Chapter: one-shot
Pairings: Asagi x Shinya
Band: D & Dir en grey
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Asagi made huge mistake and now he is totally different person.
Author's Notes: My dark side came out again. I think I shifted my writing in this one...it kinda seems like it to me. I hope I didn't add too much detail, but it's something I'm experimenting with.
He stared at the black screen of his television. He didn’t move from the warm spot of the couch and he rarely blinked, even though there was nothing on. The curtains remained closed and a bottle rolled off the cushion onto the navy blue carpet.
Every time he did move, he usually chose his room. He refused to sleep in his tainted bed. The sheets smelled too sweet, the pillow had a dent, and the covers hung messily on the edge. It reminded him too much of what happened that night.
This now lonely man would resolve his seating to the floor, his sleeping area. Although empty alcohol bottles surrounded his body, he didn’t bother getting rid of them like he usual did.
Ever since that night, the kitchen wasn’t the same. The few plates and bowls were permanently scarred with cheap food, mostly consisting of noodles, and the flies occasionally appeared for a late snack, but they usually died from the horrible taste. Clear and green shards of glass were scattered about the faded tiles and sometimes the tea kettle would give its crying plead through the house. Random items loosely hung from the edge of the crowded table, seeking for its own personal space, and the lights were dim just like the owner’s inner light. It slowly died each time it was turned and then neglected.
Asagi sighed and forced himself up from the couch. He headed toward the bathroom, carelessly stepping on dried up rose petals and random magazines that remained opened to specific articles of his lost love.
He turned on the fluorescent lighting of the room and examined his unusual pale complexion in the slightly dirty, cracked mirror. He braced himself on the sides of the sink and breathed slowly as he looked through the unkept strands of hair that dangled in front of him.
Closing his eyes, he felt the younger man’s warmth in his arms as they looked at each other in the pleasant reflection. The dark haired man unconsciously swayed side to side, making the other smile. He turned around to peck his nose and headed back for the bedroom, until he looked back, not seeing the figure settling himself down on the bed.
A couple drops of blood dripped onto the off-white surface, making him look down. He guided his fingers across his lips and examined the familiar liquid on his skin, blanking out for a moment.
He held the other closely and gradually moved toward his neck, then suddenly penetrating his skin with his teeth. The younger man tilted his head slightly and allowed a soft moan escape his light pink lips. His teeth sunk in deeper as the blood trickled down his delicate skin, until a wine smashed against the tile. The brunette slammed against the wall and inhaled the expensive alcohol from his lover’s breath, whimpering quietly to himself.
Asagi fell to the floor and sprawled out on the cool tile. He stared up at the colorless ceiling with fixated eyes as the blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Turning his head, he looked down his arm to his scarred wrist.
No love.
He stared at the scratches and sighed to himself. His eyes closed and he let his head fall the other direction. The pages of a magazine flipped and his face appeared to look at the pathetic emotion his lost love expressed on his visage. He moved on his side and reached over to the page, caressing the photograph of his lost love. A tear left the corner of his eye, then quickly wiped it away. “I’ll never let you see me cry,” he whispered.
Pairings: Asagi x Shinya
Band: D & Dir en grey
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Asagi made huge mistake and now he is totally different person.
Author's Notes: My dark side came out again. I think I shifted my writing in this one...it kinda seems like it to me. I hope I didn't add too much detail, but it's something I'm experimenting with.
He stared at the black screen of his television. He didn’t move from the warm spot of the couch and he rarely blinked, even though there was nothing on. The curtains remained closed and a bottle rolled off the cushion onto the navy blue carpet.
Every time he did move, he usually chose his room. He refused to sleep in his tainted bed. The sheets smelled too sweet, the pillow had a dent, and the covers hung messily on the edge. It reminded him too much of what happened that night.
This now lonely man would resolve his seating to the floor, his sleeping area. Although empty alcohol bottles surrounded his body, he didn’t bother getting rid of them like he usual did.
Ever since that night, the kitchen wasn’t the same. The few plates and bowls were permanently scarred with cheap food, mostly consisting of noodles, and the flies occasionally appeared for a late snack, but they usually died from the horrible taste. Clear and green shards of glass were scattered about the faded tiles and sometimes the tea kettle would give its crying plead through the house. Random items loosely hung from the edge of the crowded table, seeking for its own personal space, and the lights were dim just like the owner’s inner light. It slowly died each time it was turned and then neglected.
Asagi sighed and forced himself up from the couch. He headed toward the bathroom, carelessly stepping on dried up rose petals and random magazines that remained opened to specific articles of his lost love.
He turned on the fluorescent lighting of the room and examined his unusual pale complexion in the slightly dirty, cracked mirror. He braced himself on the sides of the sink and breathed slowly as he looked through the unkept strands of hair that dangled in front of him.
Closing his eyes, he felt the younger man’s warmth in his arms as they looked at each other in the pleasant reflection. The dark haired man unconsciously swayed side to side, making the other smile. He turned around to peck his nose and headed back for the bedroom, until he looked back, not seeing the figure settling himself down on the bed.
A couple drops of blood dripped onto the off-white surface, making him look down. He guided his fingers across his lips and examined the familiar liquid on his skin, blanking out for a moment.
He held the other closely and gradually moved toward his neck, then suddenly penetrating his skin with his teeth. The younger man tilted his head slightly and allowed a soft moan escape his light pink lips. His teeth sunk in deeper as the blood trickled down his delicate skin, until a wine smashed against the tile. The brunette slammed against the wall and inhaled the expensive alcohol from his lover’s breath, whimpering quietly to himself.
Asagi fell to the floor and sprawled out on the cool tile. He stared up at the colorless ceiling with fixated eyes as the blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Turning his head, he looked down his arm to his scarred wrist.
No love.
He stared at the scratches and sighed to himself. His eyes closed and he let his head fall the other direction. The pages of a magazine flipped and his face appeared to look at the pathetic emotion his lost love expressed on his visage. He moved on his side and reached over to the page, caressing the photograph of his lost love. A tear left the corner of his eye, then quickly wiped it away. “I’ll never let you see me cry,” he whispered.