make you scream
{Ruki, Uruha and Nao}
{Uruha's House}
{Rated R for big violence.}
Ruki's brain was being eaten bacteria. Or, at least, that was what it felt like- he'd just woken up feeling wrong, like he didn't want to be in his own house but he didn't know where to go. This was supposed to be over, all of this- perhaps once Mao was off suicide watch?
...Probably not.
Because that kid was bound to keep trying until he succeeded, in Ruki's professional opinion, and then everything would just blow up.
He really needed to stop thinking; that was for sure, but for once, he wasn't sure how. He hadn't even been able to sit still and watch TV for more than ten minutes, possibly because of the six cups of coffee he'd consumed in no more than 20 minutes.
He wasn't sure why he wanted to see Uruha, particularly- especially after having sworn he'd never go back. But there was something about being berated and humiliated that was just so welcome. So distracting.
And before it, he was glaring at the blonde's door, knocking on it with a sort of desperation he didn't even know he possessed.
Being away on vacation with the one of the only people he really love liked was enough to put the pretty blonde heir into an extremely good mood. And the fact that his all time favorite playmate happened to be on the other side of the door when he opened it…
Well.
God must have really loved him at this moment.
“Ruki-chan… How wonderful to see you again.”
A sarcastic smile, because hey both knew what they did when they got together, neither caring one bit.
But this time around, Uruha had to squash down that vague feeling of humanity that reared up. Aoi was having more than a little affect on him it seemed.
“Please come on in.”
Ruki obliged, not speaking for a moment. He was so jittery and he couldn't fucking stand it. At all. He was desperate for Uruha to draaaag it out of him, calm him down. Hurt him, make him bleed...
Inflict trauma that he liked.
He glanced around Uruha's kitchen, barely able to remember the last time he'd been there. It had been forever; he'd been distracted with pregnant Olivia... and he'd hated Uruha just a bit too much.
An arm snaked around the dollie’s waist, a small grin given to the brunette on the floor.
“Very good Nao, I’m so proud of you.” Praise given in a purring voice that wasn’t at all false.
Arms drew away so that Uruha could finally bend down next to Ruki, letting nails scrape none to gently across bare skin.
“Now, why don’t you get my favorite toy.”
"Favourite toy!" Ruki's skin crawled as he watched the doll wander somewhere and pick up the knife he'd become acquainted with long ago. Did he seriously repeat everything or was he just even dumber than Kai?
What a scary thought.
Nao glided across the room, smile never fading, until he was standing back by the blonde, expression completely absent of cruelty. How disturbing.
"Here you are!"
"What's up, Satan?"
He finally smirked.
Satan?
He had never really been called that before. Wasn’t sure he liked it very much, but…
“Please, call me master.” A little smirk. “We are friends after all.”
Except not really.
Not even close.
“Ready to play, little dollie?”
Ruki had never appreciated Uruha more, simply because he didn't ask questions. Didn't care in the least.
And that was exactly what he needed.
"Yup."
He headed towards that room without even being invited to, remembered exactly where it was without even having to try.
Uruha doesn’t allow the surprise to show, because he hadn’t really expected the other to just get up and start making his way towards his little play room…
Of course, this was Ruki.
Who was about as unpredictable as he could be.
Except for completely different reasons.
“Eager, aren’t we?” But he didn’t really expect an answer when the door was finally unlocked and opened, eyes falling upon another little playmate and Uruha couldn’t stop the delicious idea what ran through his mind.
“Nao, wake up.”
Two dollies were better than one.
Right?
A sudden whirrr, a click, and two dark eyes opened the same as they always did, full of the same lifeless joy that was Nao's curse to the world.
"Hello, master!"
He didn't move, he never did; always waited for Uruha's command, even if it was always the same.
Scream.
Ruki whipped his head into the direction of the noise. Master- just like Kai, only it wasn't Kai. It was... Nao?
Uruha had one, too.
Who didn't, those days?
A knowing smile. This was surely bound to be different.
A little smile that was just short of endearing, because he wouldn’t say it, at least not to a person, but he really sort of liked Nao.
“Nao, meet Ruki, he’s my playmate.”
A sadistic little grin and attention was being turned to his next door neighbour. “Next time, you should bring your own dollie.” It had taken him awhile to figure out the dark haired thing leaving Ruki’s house occasionally was a dollie.
And three dollies?Heaven.
"Meet Ruki!"
The smile grew, bright and a little too creepy for Ruki's taste.
"Nice to meet you, Ruki-san!" A bow. Nao always bowed, was somehow always so sickeningly polite even if there was no reason to be with Uruha.
Ruki didn't respond, was all too certain that he didn't like Nao very much. Kai was cute and Jun ki's doll had just been... a little slow, but Nao was creepy.
Uruha's words distracted him from his thoughts, and he just smiled slightly. Never ever, no fucking way.
"You're out of your mind if you think you're cutting Kai up."
And Uruha could only laugh at that, taking the few steps forward to push right up against the brunette.
“What makes you think I would be cutting him?” But Ruki wouldn’t be doing the cutting either.
“Nao, tie our little playmate up.”
It was time Nao learned some things of his own.
Ruki's heart jumped at those words. Nao would be inflicting the pain? That was disturbing, if only because if there was one thing he'd been able to figure out it was that dollies had no sense of safety.
...But then again, neither did Uruha.
If he was about to die, at least it would be a cool death.
"Our little playmate..." Nao's voice registered softly in his mind as mechanical hands were suddenly bringing his hands behind his back.
"Up!"
And that thing never stopped smiling even as he tied his hands together almost unbearably tightly and pushed him to the ground just as Uruha had done to that girl... and the boy before that.
"Is it good, master Uruha?"
“Thank you so much Nao.”
The pretty blonde reached to take it, but after a moment, fingers stilled, and Uruha let his hand drop to his side.
“Nao… Why don’t you draw on Ruki some?”
Surely the dollie knew what draw meant, had seen Uruha do it enough.
"Draw on Ruki some..."
The smile grew.
"Yes."
Ruki watched calmly, though it was a little hard to breathe, as Nao picked up the knife and knelt in front of him and pulled his sleeve up. And the strength which the doll used to dig the blade into his arm and draw his blood wasn't nearly as frightening as the lack of anything when he stared straight into his eyes.
A hiss, lips parted slightly. It stung, but he wasn't going to admit to any great amount of pain- especially for some doll.
The fact that Ruki was actually hissing this time around was enough to stretch an insanely pleased smile across Uruha’s face.
“Oh Nao, you’re doing wonderful.” A soft touch of encouragement against the dollie’s shoulders before the pretty blonde was riffling through other sharp objects, looking for more things to play with.
“Try to make him scream.”
"Make him scream!" It was an absolute must, because Uruha had said it. Nao knew what he did to make people scream, when he was supposed to scream in agony he didn't feel.
And he'd do it all to Ruki, make him bleed and bleed and scream and scream until Uruha said stop.
Ruki stared at the doll with unseen defiance before closing his eyes as the knife was dug into his pale skin again and again. He wouldn't scream, he wouldn't- he never did. He'd faint before he did that, even if the doll was somehow harsher than Uruha had ever been.
He held his breath as the knife was dug into his shoulder, sticky bitter blood dyeing his skin, making him feel so messy.
“Now Nao, we don’t want to permanently damage him.”
Said in such a sweet voice, as if Uruha was a teacher, and Nao was a student, Ruki being the poor dead frog on the dissecting table of some high school Biology class.
Surely not far from the truth.
“If he is damaged, we cannot play with him any more.”
What a shame.
"Permanently damage..."
Nao stopped, unsure of what to do. He didn't know anything but harshharsharsh, what he was able to sense when Uruha dug the knife into his artifical skin. Pure frustration.
And he felt no frustration, but Ruki wasn't screaming, even when his cheek was cut shallowly, Nao's smile fading because he was failing.
But Uruha wasn’t at all going to scream, wasn’t going to yell and punish Nao over his apparent lack of success. Because really, he was doing almost better than Uruha had himself.
And that didn’t really sit well with the pretty blonde.
So the knife was taken from the stationary dollie, taken and placed over the scarred but unopened skin of Ruki’s naval.
“All you have to do is scream, Ruki-chan.” And then everything can be better.
But Ruki was growing faint, a little numb and therefore didn't care, was simply sinking into the pain, finding it almost comforting at this stage. His mind was blank, wrapped in static- a nice, fuzzy feeling that made it impossible to think of anything at all.
"I'm not going to scream from this." Faded voice, a small smirk. "Don't you know that by now?" No, Ruki was far too mellow by nature to scream unless it was completely involuntary.
And he'd experienced much worse than this.
A gleeful smirk and Uruha didn't even bother trying to hide it. Because after all, the longer it took Ruki to scream, the more
fun
that could be had beforehand. And oh, what fun the three of them would have together.
Cold steel dug into skin, 3 inces below his belly button, 2 inches above his cock.
How low could he go?
Until Ruki criedscreamed?
A small gasp, lips trembling noticeably. Ruki closed his eyes, fighting the urge to scream just a bit with every ounce of energy he still possessed. This was a game, and that meant one of them had to win- and it had to be him.
Hopefully.
But if anything was clear, it was that Uruha knew how to hurt- and there was the tiniest hint of fear in the back of Ruki's mind that he was about to cause some serious irrepairable damage that would be worse than death.
Not yet, not yet.
Ruki was just as willful as the pretty blonde could be it seemed. Another small smile, because what did it matter?
A longer breaking time meant a longer game.
So metal was taken out and dug a half inch lower. Line after line and soon Uruha would be creating a pretty little pattern on unmarked skin.
Another gasp, a hint of voice, vision going fuzzy- in Ruki's mind, if he made it through this he could make it through anything.
...If.
He was doubting, suddenly wanted to beg the blonde to stop. Vulnerability was good at times, but this was far too vulnerable, far too close to one of his greatest fears.
"U-Uruha." But he had nothing to add, just wanted to throw a distraction at the blonde.
Suprise, instant satisfaction, but in the end, even the soft utterance of his name wasn't enough. Not enough to save Ruki at least.
"What is it Ruki?"
A sacchrine sweet smile before the knife was dug in an inch lower.
"Get the acid, Nao."
Acid. Ruki inhaled deeply, more than sure he was going to pass out any minute. Suddenly, this was torture, but sweet torture- his blood felt disgusting, yet refreshing, and he was faint yet so awake. Alive. Ruki never felt quite this alive, even during sex.
How unfortunate.
Maybe it was an illness- only he really didn't mind.
"Get the acid!" The smiling doll did so, knew where everything was without having ever been told.
An almost endearing smile sent the dollies way and the bottle was taken without a word.
And Uruha just kept on smile when the contents was upended on the silver metal sticky with red blood.
That same smile, even when the now acid, blood coated knife was dug in again, just an inch from Ruki's cock.
"Ah-"
Ruki's breathing grew rapid, vision disappearing for seconds at a time as his eyes filled with tears from the sting. Thank God they were covered- though it was hard to remember his pride through that jolt of pain.
Hard, but not impossible.
Even so, that felt deniably unbearable. Fucking awful enough for him to be relieved that his consciousness was slowly slipping away.
And the fact that Ruki wasn't screaming, not even now just grated on the pretty blonde's nerves.
It was no longer that much fun. It was simply frustrating.
So the knife was taken out, dragged through cloth until Ruki's pants were all but shredded, and then dragged almost teasingly across sensitive flesh.
Would he scream now? Cry for mercy?
Everything seemed to run together for Ruki- the sting, the burn, the complete loss of control dragging him to feel almost depersonalized, watching from above and wondering just what the fuck was wrong with him.
And he wasn't even sure if he could scream, cry for mercy. What was the point? He was in the hands of a complete monster.
"...Those were Gucci, bitch." A slow, pained smile, voice heavy with obvious agony.
An almost sarcastic smile at those words and Uruha couldn't help his eyes rolling in obvious mocking.
"I will buy you a hundred pair more."
Only...
Maybe.
Not.
"Now, why don't you scream for me? Do you really want to be a eunich?" And just to prove that he would do it, the metal was pushed down just hard enough to create a line of red as big as a hair.
And suddenly Ruki was much more awake than he had been in the last... hour, perhaps? It felt like that long, anyway.
"STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC FUCK!" Panic, anger- because as far as he knew, Uruha definitely would.
He could only hope that that would count as screaming.
And the volume at which the words were screamed was more of a suprise than the actual words.
He had never, ever expected that.
Not now, not ever, not from Ruki. But he couldn't deny that it had been satisfying for the simple fact that he had finally drawn a reaction out of the usually passive brunette.
"Oh Ruki, I'm so proud of you."
But Ruki just glared faintly behind his sunglasses, still feeling phantom cuts all over his skin. He felt like paper in a shredder, uncomfortable and unable to move. So totally unreal.
Agonizing, but definitely the kind of experience he lived for. So alive even on the verge of unconsciousness.
"...Fuck you." He dropped his head against the wall.
"Sorry Ruki, that privilage isn't yours."
Never was, and never would be. But honestly, Uruha had thought no one would ever have that privilage, so he would never be quite sure what would happen.
"Ready to let me win?"
Privilege? Ruki was damn certain he could do without that, though he was too tired for such a retort. Rather, Uruha's next statement was enough to make him forget all about that.
"Let you win."
A sigh.
"Haven't you already?"
Had he?
Not really, because he hadn't really won until the other had admitted it. But he figured that this was as close as he would get with someone like Ruki.
And for now, it would have to be good enough.
"I suppose I have, ready to go home?"
"Yep. But I'm not sure I can move, so can I sleep on your floor for a while?" Dangerous, but Ruki didn't give a shit. Uruha wouldn't win over him until he was dead by his hands, as far as he was concerned.
And that would, hopefully, be never.
"I promise not to make too much noise."
Noise? Uruha hardly cared. Ruki would be fucking bliss when one knew people like Nao, like Noa.
"Then you shall be my honored guest." And there was no mocking tone.
No mocking look, no mocking touch, as ties were undone and thrown into the darkness of the room before Ruki was helped up almost gently, taken out of the room as if Uruha really cared.
Even though he probably did just a little.
"Nao, hibernate."
"Hibernate!"
Silence filtered the room as Nao's eyes closed with one final click. Memory stored and saved, cute little socialite dollie with little knowledge except how to bleed. How to scream.
And Ruki was far too dizzy to protest, simply dropped his head on Uruha's shoulder and wondered briefly if this counted as friendship.
By normal standards? God, fuck no. But by theirs...
...maybe.
Not that it mattered at that moment. Very little did except that he needed a nap and some bandaids, possibly stitches.
A room just down the hall from his own was opened and Ruki was still lead oh so gently into the room and eased into the bed before the pretty blonde was dissappearing into the connecting bathroom.
Being rich had some kind of perk in the fact that every room in the house could be stocked with first aid material.
"Do you want help bandaging?"
And that was quite possibly the most shocking thing Uruha had ever done, in Ruki's eyes. He was starting if his neighbour had a split personality.
...Cool.
"Yeah, that'd be good."
He fell back into the mattress as slowly as he could, feeling sort of stiff, very sore.
The pretty blonde almost winched when he saw the entent of the injuries. But more from the fact that he would have to touch all those wounds then actual care that they might hurt.
So Uruha set to work, washing off blood and applyingantiseptic to wounds, not at all caring enough to say sorry when it surely stung. But Ruki had gone through so much more, surely he would be fine.
And with cuts all clean, the pretty blonde tuned nurse set about the process wrapping each one in gauze.
And fuck, did it sting- but not enough for Ruki to react, of course. He just watched quietly, a million percent void of any thought.
Which was exactly what he'd shown up for, wasn't it?
Uruha really was some sort of Satanic blessing, possibly the Devil himself in an attractive disguise.
And when the last gauze was taped in place, an almost affectionate ruffle of the others hair, or at least as well as he could with Ruki's dreads.
"You can raid the kitchen or whatever when you wake up." A charming smile. "I'll probably still be asleep..."
A long pause.
"Don't kill me in my sleep, kay?"
"Don't be ridiculous." The idea of Ruki committing murder was absurd- to him, at least. He was a drug dealer, yes; eccentric, possibly a little nuts, and sure, he'd paid for the murder of some crazy rapist, but the idea of him killing someone by his own hands was insane.
Especially in that state.
"You'll wake up alive and so will I, hopefully. Please have a good nap." He pulled the covers over his head, signalling that all human contact was to cease right that second.
{Uruha's House}
{Rated R for big violence.}
Ruki's brain was being eaten bacteria. Or, at least, that was what it felt like- he'd just woken up feeling wrong, like he didn't want to be in his own house but he didn't know where to go. This was supposed to be over, all of this- perhaps once Mao was off suicide watch?
...Probably not.
Because that kid was bound to keep trying until he succeeded, in Ruki's professional opinion, and then everything would just blow up.
He really needed to stop thinking; that was for sure, but for once, he wasn't sure how. He hadn't even been able to sit still and watch TV for more than ten minutes, possibly because of the six cups of coffee he'd consumed in no more than 20 minutes.
He wasn't sure why he wanted to see Uruha, particularly- especially after having sworn he'd never go back. But there was something about being berated and humiliated that was just so welcome. So distracting.
And before it, he was glaring at the blonde's door, knocking on it with a sort of desperation he didn't even know he possessed.
Being away on vacation with the one of the only people he really love liked was enough to put the pretty blonde heir into an extremely good mood. And the fact that his all time favorite playmate happened to be on the other side of the door when he opened it…
Well.
God must have really loved him at this moment.
“Ruki-chan… How wonderful to see you again.”
A sarcastic smile, because hey both knew what they did when they got together, neither caring one bit.
But this time around, Uruha had to squash down that vague feeling of humanity that reared up. Aoi was having more than a little affect on him it seemed.
“Please come on in.”
Ruki obliged, not speaking for a moment. He was so jittery and he couldn't fucking stand it. At all. He was desperate for Uruha to draaaag it out of him, calm him down. Hurt him, make him bleed...
Inflict trauma that he liked.
He glanced around Uruha's kitchen, barely able to remember the last time he'd been there. It had been forever; he'd been distracted with pregnant Olivia... and he'd hated Uruha just a bit too much.
An arm snaked around the dollie’s waist, a small grin given to the brunette on the floor.
“Very good Nao, I’m so proud of you.” Praise given in a purring voice that wasn’t at all false.
Arms drew away so that Uruha could finally bend down next to Ruki, letting nails scrape none to gently across bare skin.
“Now, why don’t you get my favorite toy.”
"Favourite toy!" Ruki's skin crawled as he watched the doll wander somewhere and pick up the knife he'd become acquainted with long ago. Did he seriously repeat everything or was he just even dumber than Kai?
What a scary thought.
Nao glided across the room, smile never fading, until he was standing back by the blonde, expression completely absent of cruelty. How disturbing.
"Here you are!"
"What's up, Satan?"
He finally smirked.
Satan?
He had never really been called that before. Wasn’t sure he liked it very much, but…
“Please, call me master.” A little smirk. “We are friends after all.”
Except not really.
Not even close.
“Ready to play, little dollie?”
Ruki had never appreciated Uruha more, simply because he didn't ask questions. Didn't care in the least.
And that was exactly what he needed.
"Yup."
He headed towards that room without even being invited to, remembered exactly where it was without even having to try.
Uruha doesn’t allow the surprise to show, because he hadn’t really expected the other to just get up and start making his way towards his little play room…
Of course, this was Ruki.
Who was about as unpredictable as he could be.
Except for completely different reasons.
“Eager, aren’t we?” But he didn’t really expect an answer when the door was finally unlocked and opened, eyes falling upon another little playmate and Uruha couldn’t stop the delicious idea what ran through his mind.
“Nao, wake up.”
Two dollies were better than one.
Right?
A sudden whirrr, a click, and two dark eyes opened the same as they always did, full of the same lifeless joy that was Nao's curse to the world.
"Hello, master!"
He didn't move, he never did; always waited for Uruha's command, even if it was always the same.
Scream.
Ruki whipped his head into the direction of the noise. Master- just like Kai, only it wasn't Kai. It was... Nao?
Uruha had one, too.
Who didn't, those days?
A knowing smile. This was surely bound to be different.
A little smile that was just short of endearing, because he wouldn’t say it, at least not to a person, but he really sort of liked Nao.
“Nao, meet Ruki, he’s my playmate.”
A sadistic little grin and attention was being turned to his next door neighbour. “Next time, you should bring your own dollie.” It had taken him awhile to figure out the dark haired thing leaving Ruki’s house occasionally was a dollie.
And three dollies?Heaven.
"Meet Ruki!"
The smile grew, bright and a little too creepy for Ruki's taste.
"Nice to meet you, Ruki-san!" A bow. Nao always bowed, was somehow always so sickeningly polite even if there was no reason to be with Uruha.
Ruki didn't respond, was all too certain that he didn't like Nao very much. Kai was cute and Jun ki's doll had just been... a little slow, but Nao was creepy.
Uruha's words distracted him from his thoughts, and he just smiled slightly. Never ever, no fucking way.
"You're out of your mind if you think you're cutting Kai up."
And Uruha could only laugh at that, taking the few steps forward to push right up against the brunette.
“What makes you think I would be cutting him?” But Ruki wouldn’t be doing the cutting either.
“Nao, tie our little playmate up.”
It was time Nao learned some things of his own.
Ruki's heart jumped at those words. Nao would be inflicting the pain? That was disturbing, if only because if there was one thing he'd been able to figure out it was that dollies had no sense of safety.
...But then again, neither did Uruha.
If he was about to die, at least it would be a cool death.
"Our little playmate..." Nao's voice registered softly in his mind as mechanical hands were suddenly bringing his hands behind his back.
"Up!"
And that thing never stopped smiling even as he tied his hands together almost unbearably tightly and pushed him to the ground just as Uruha had done to that girl... and the boy before that.
"Is it good, master Uruha?"
“Thank you so much Nao.”
The pretty blonde reached to take it, but after a moment, fingers stilled, and Uruha let his hand drop to his side.
“Nao… Why don’t you draw on Ruki some?”
Surely the dollie knew what draw meant, had seen Uruha do it enough.
"Draw on Ruki some..."
The smile grew.
"Yes."
Ruki watched calmly, though it was a little hard to breathe, as Nao picked up the knife and knelt in front of him and pulled his sleeve up. And the strength which the doll used to dig the blade into his arm and draw his blood wasn't nearly as frightening as the lack of anything when he stared straight into his eyes.
A hiss, lips parted slightly. It stung, but he wasn't going to admit to any great amount of pain- especially for some doll.
The fact that Ruki was actually hissing this time around was enough to stretch an insanely pleased smile across Uruha’s face.
“Oh Nao, you’re doing wonderful.” A soft touch of encouragement against the dollie’s shoulders before the pretty blonde was riffling through other sharp objects, looking for more things to play with.
“Try to make him scream.”
"Make him scream!" It was an absolute must, because Uruha had said it. Nao knew what he did to make people scream, when he was supposed to scream in agony he didn't feel.
And he'd do it all to Ruki, make him bleed and bleed and scream and scream until Uruha said stop.
Ruki stared at the doll with unseen defiance before closing his eyes as the knife was dug into his pale skin again and again. He wouldn't scream, he wouldn't- he never did. He'd faint before he did that, even if the doll was somehow harsher than Uruha had ever been.
He held his breath as the knife was dug into his shoulder, sticky bitter blood dyeing his skin, making him feel so messy.
“Now Nao, we don’t want to permanently damage him.”
Said in such a sweet voice, as if Uruha was a teacher, and Nao was a student, Ruki being the poor dead frog on the dissecting table of some high school Biology class.
Surely not far from the truth.
“If he is damaged, we cannot play with him any more.”
What a shame.
"Permanently damage..."
Nao stopped, unsure of what to do. He didn't know anything but harshharsharsh, what he was able to sense when Uruha dug the knife into his artifical skin. Pure frustration.
And he felt no frustration, but Ruki wasn't screaming, even when his cheek was cut shallowly, Nao's smile fading because he was failing.
But Uruha wasn’t at all going to scream, wasn’t going to yell and punish Nao over his apparent lack of success. Because really, he was doing almost better than Uruha had himself.
And that didn’t really sit well with the pretty blonde.
So the knife was taken from the stationary dollie, taken and placed over the scarred but unopened skin of Ruki’s naval.
“All you have to do is scream, Ruki-chan.” And then everything can be better.
But Ruki was growing faint, a little numb and therefore didn't care, was simply sinking into the pain, finding it almost comforting at this stage. His mind was blank, wrapped in static- a nice, fuzzy feeling that made it impossible to think of anything at all.
"I'm not going to scream from this." Faded voice, a small smirk. "Don't you know that by now?" No, Ruki was far too mellow by nature to scream unless it was completely involuntary.
And he'd experienced much worse than this.
A gleeful smirk and Uruha didn't even bother trying to hide it. Because after all, the longer it took Ruki to scream, the more
fun
that could be had beforehand. And oh, what fun the three of them would have together.
Cold steel dug into skin, 3 inces below his belly button, 2 inches above his cock.
How low could he go?
Until Ruki criedscreamed?
A small gasp, lips trembling noticeably. Ruki closed his eyes, fighting the urge to scream just a bit with every ounce of energy he still possessed. This was a game, and that meant one of them had to win- and it had to be him.
Hopefully.
But if anything was clear, it was that Uruha knew how to hurt- and there was the tiniest hint of fear in the back of Ruki's mind that he was about to cause some serious irrepairable damage that would be worse than death.
Not yet, not yet.
Ruki was just as willful as the pretty blonde could be it seemed. Another small smile, because what did it matter?
A longer breaking time meant a longer game.
So metal was taken out and dug a half inch lower. Line after line and soon Uruha would be creating a pretty little pattern on unmarked skin.
Another gasp, a hint of voice, vision going fuzzy- in Ruki's mind, if he made it through this he could make it through anything.
...If.
He was doubting, suddenly wanted to beg the blonde to stop. Vulnerability was good at times, but this was far too vulnerable, far too close to one of his greatest fears.
"U-Uruha." But he had nothing to add, just wanted to throw a distraction at the blonde.
Suprise, instant satisfaction, but in the end, even the soft utterance of his name wasn't enough. Not enough to save Ruki at least.
"What is it Ruki?"
A sacchrine sweet smile before the knife was dug in an inch lower.
"Get the acid, Nao."
Acid. Ruki inhaled deeply, more than sure he was going to pass out any minute. Suddenly, this was torture, but sweet torture- his blood felt disgusting, yet refreshing, and he was faint yet so awake. Alive. Ruki never felt quite this alive, even during sex.
How unfortunate.
Maybe it was an illness- only he really didn't mind.
"Get the acid!" The smiling doll did so, knew where everything was without having ever been told.
An almost endearing smile sent the dollies way and the bottle was taken without a word.
And Uruha just kept on smile when the contents was upended on the silver metal sticky with red blood.
That same smile, even when the now acid, blood coated knife was dug in again, just an inch from Ruki's cock.
"Ah-"
Ruki's breathing grew rapid, vision disappearing for seconds at a time as his eyes filled with tears from the sting. Thank God they were covered- though it was hard to remember his pride through that jolt of pain.
Hard, but not impossible.
Even so, that felt deniably unbearable. Fucking awful enough for him to be relieved that his consciousness was slowly slipping away.
And the fact that Ruki wasn't screaming, not even now just grated on the pretty blonde's nerves.
It was no longer that much fun. It was simply frustrating.
So the knife was taken out, dragged through cloth until Ruki's pants were all but shredded, and then dragged almost teasingly across sensitive flesh.
Would he scream now? Cry for mercy?
Everything seemed to run together for Ruki- the sting, the burn, the complete loss of control dragging him to feel almost depersonalized, watching from above and wondering just what the fuck was wrong with him.
And he wasn't even sure if he could scream, cry for mercy. What was the point? He was in the hands of a complete monster.
"...Those were Gucci, bitch." A slow, pained smile, voice heavy with obvious agony.
An almost sarcastic smile at those words and Uruha couldn't help his eyes rolling in obvious mocking.
"I will buy you a hundred pair more."
Only...
Maybe.
Not.
"Now, why don't you scream for me? Do you really want to be a eunich?" And just to prove that he would do it, the metal was pushed down just hard enough to create a line of red as big as a hair.
And suddenly Ruki was much more awake than he had been in the last... hour, perhaps? It felt like that long, anyway.
"STOP IT! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC FUCK!" Panic, anger- because as far as he knew, Uruha definitely would.
He could only hope that that would count as screaming.
And the volume at which the words were screamed was more of a suprise than the actual words.
He had never, ever expected that.
Not now, not ever, not from Ruki. But he couldn't deny that it had been satisfying for the simple fact that he had finally drawn a reaction out of the usually passive brunette.
"Oh Ruki, I'm so proud of you."
But Ruki just glared faintly behind his sunglasses, still feeling phantom cuts all over his skin. He felt like paper in a shredder, uncomfortable and unable to move. So totally unreal.
Agonizing, but definitely the kind of experience he lived for. So alive even on the verge of unconsciousness.
"...Fuck you." He dropped his head against the wall.
"Sorry Ruki, that privilage isn't yours."
Never was, and never would be. But honestly, Uruha had thought no one would ever have that privilage, so he would never be quite sure what would happen.
"Ready to let me win?"
Privilege? Ruki was damn certain he could do without that, though he was too tired for such a retort. Rather, Uruha's next statement was enough to make him forget all about that.
"Let you win."
A sigh.
"Haven't you already?"
Had he?
Not really, because he hadn't really won until the other had admitted it. But he figured that this was as close as he would get with someone like Ruki.
And for now, it would have to be good enough.
"I suppose I have, ready to go home?"
"Yep. But I'm not sure I can move, so can I sleep on your floor for a while?" Dangerous, but Ruki didn't give a shit. Uruha wouldn't win over him until he was dead by his hands, as far as he was concerned.
And that would, hopefully, be never.
"I promise not to make too much noise."
Noise? Uruha hardly cared. Ruki would be fucking bliss when one knew people like Nao, like Noa.
"Then you shall be my honored guest." And there was no mocking tone.
No mocking look, no mocking touch, as ties were undone and thrown into the darkness of the room before Ruki was helped up almost gently, taken out of the room as if Uruha really cared.
Even though he probably did just a little.
"Nao, hibernate."
"Hibernate!"
Silence filtered the room as Nao's eyes closed with one final click. Memory stored and saved, cute little socialite dollie with little knowledge except how to bleed. How to scream.
And Ruki was far too dizzy to protest, simply dropped his head on Uruha's shoulder and wondered briefly if this counted as friendship.
By normal standards? God, fuck no. But by theirs...
...maybe.
Not that it mattered at that moment. Very little did except that he needed a nap and some bandaids, possibly stitches.
A room just down the hall from his own was opened and Ruki was still lead oh so gently into the room and eased into the bed before the pretty blonde was dissappearing into the connecting bathroom.
Being rich had some kind of perk in the fact that every room in the house could be stocked with first aid material.
"Do you want help bandaging?"
And that was quite possibly the most shocking thing Uruha had ever done, in Ruki's eyes. He was starting if his neighbour had a split personality.
...Cool.
"Yeah, that'd be good."
He fell back into the mattress as slowly as he could, feeling sort of stiff, very sore.
The pretty blonde almost winched when he saw the entent of the injuries. But more from the fact that he would have to touch all those wounds then actual care that they might hurt.
So Uruha set to work, washing off blood and applyingantiseptic to wounds, not at all caring enough to say sorry when it surely stung. But Ruki had gone through so much more, surely he would be fine.
And with cuts all clean, the pretty blonde tuned nurse set about the process wrapping each one in gauze.
And fuck, did it sting- but not enough for Ruki to react, of course. He just watched quietly, a million percent void of any thought.
Which was exactly what he'd shown up for, wasn't it?
Uruha really was some sort of Satanic blessing, possibly the Devil himself in an attractive disguise.
And when the last gauze was taped in place, an almost affectionate ruffle of the others hair, or at least as well as he could with Ruki's dreads.
"You can raid the kitchen or whatever when you wake up." A charming smile. "I'll probably still be asleep..."
A long pause.
"Don't kill me in my sleep, kay?"
"Don't be ridiculous." The idea of Ruki committing murder was absurd- to him, at least. He was a drug dealer, yes; eccentric, possibly a little nuts, and sure, he'd paid for the murder of some crazy rapist, but the idea of him killing someone by his own hands was insane.
Especially in that state.
"You'll wake up alive and so will I, hopefully. Please have a good nap." He pulled the covers over his head, signalling that all human contact was to cease right that second.