Zettai stuff. Randomness
I am shipless. I may obtain a ship while reading, but it will slide off me into the writhing mass once I have finished. Ha.
Here is a Zettai fic I wrote:
Chaos Theory - ari/hideyori rated R for sexual reference and general insanity.
He is quiet, something so odd for that talkative running mouth. He has been silent for several minutes, staring at the white wall with such rapt attention something might shatter all the concentration.
Gently, the other takes a deep breath. Fear has frozen most of his limbs, but his chest works well. He breathes, deeply as he has been doing for the past half-hour.
“You’ll pass out if you continue to do that.”
Startled, the other falls off the bed. No one laughs because the hilarity has been drained from them. This is not fun. Where did this all start?
“How did you get me here?”
“It’s one of my special gifts, didn’t you know?”
He looks at his hands and they are so strange there, foreign. Nothing is really connected to his body -
he is naked.
Memory escapes him as he brushes against his pale trembling thighs, noticing that he is sticky - wet and sticky -
“What happened?” Bewilderment coats the precise and sharp notes of his voice; he is a panicked child.
The other is casual on the bed, arm flung over his stomach, but there is a tightness around his shoulders, his eyes are too cool and too dull to be that bright sensation that was he. Things are not normal; things are chaotic. “I know I’m good but this is ridiculous. This might be called intentional amnesia. If there is such a thing.”
if a butterfly -And suddenly he can’t get enough air. Moments before he was taking such deep breaths and now there is nothing. There is no air. There is nothing to breathe and he is suffocating.
beats its wings in china -His fingers are clutching at nothing and he is getting dizzy when another body comes forward, grabbing his shoulders.
“Hey - stop that. You’ll pass out. Didn’t you hear me the first time?” While those hands are distracted on his shoulders, he rakes fingernails down that stomach. It is the same as his thighs.
“We had - this is - sex?” His eyes are bright and confused.
it will cause -
“If you want to get technical, that’s semen. You know, the seminal fluids that mix-”
“I know what it is!” His voice is screaming. That is familiar. He has been screaming tonight. The next is soft. “Oh my God.”
“Not really your God, being an atheist and all.” He whispers, having let go of the shoulders. It is too personal to be this close. He needs to be back on the bed, higher, aloof.
a tornado -
He sounds so torn, so broken, a little dolly with no porcelain face, “How did this happen?”
The other stretched, the other was a cat, the other was desperately trying to pretend that everything was okay. “You were ranting about something. Oh don’t ask me what I never really pay attention to you. And we came here and you said you wanted to make him hurt. Just make him hurt, you said. I know hurt, so that’s easy.”
if a butterfly-
“Oh God.”
beats its wings-"Yeah, strangely that fits.”
in china-
“Where are we?” The other refuses to answer. “Where the FUCK are we?” His voice is hysterical.
causes tornado in-
The front door slams. Someone is jostling around with keys, murmuring to himself.
butterfly-
“No.” He is a fucking idiot.
beats-
“Yes, sorry.” He has lost his sarcasm.
wings-
“Is anyone home?” It is so caring, so hopeful, so wonderful.
china-
“I’ve killed him.” And the other nods painfully, forgetting his game, his mirth.
causes-
“Hideyori? Where are you? The bedroom?” Footsteps, walking with purpose.
tornado-
“No - don’t-” The door opens and the figure freezes. Time seems stuck in molasses as that head full of lively blue hair scans the room slowly. His eyes widen at the sights unfolded. In a painful reveal, his face crumbles and his eyes are now shining.
“I’m interrupting.” He says in a quiet voice, a beaten abused spouse. The other struggles to reach him but his underwear are tangled in his legs. He falls and the corner of some furniture catches him in the mouth. He is bleeding all over his hands. The figure in the doorway does nothing. “Good-bye Iseki.”
“Good-bye Tatsuya.”
in you.
Enjoy and review!
Here is a Zettai fic I wrote:
Chaos Theory - ari/hideyori rated R for sexual reference and general insanity.
He is quiet, something so odd for that talkative running mouth. He has been silent for several minutes, staring at the white wall with such rapt attention something might shatter all the concentration.
Gently, the other takes a deep breath. Fear has frozen most of his limbs, but his chest works well. He breathes, deeply as he has been doing for the past half-hour.
“You’ll pass out if you continue to do that.”
Startled, the other falls off the bed. No one laughs because the hilarity has been drained from them. This is not fun. Where did this all start?
“How did you get me here?”
“It’s one of my special gifts, didn’t you know?”
He looks at his hands and they are so strange there, foreign. Nothing is really connected to his body -
he is naked.
Memory escapes him as he brushes against his pale trembling thighs, noticing that he is sticky - wet and sticky -
“What happened?” Bewilderment coats the precise and sharp notes of his voice; he is a panicked child.
The other is casual on the bed, arm flung over his stomach, but there is a tightness around his shoulders, his eyes are too cool and too dull to be that bright sensation that was he. Things are not normal; things are chaotic. “I know I’m good but this is ridiculous. This might be called intentional amnesia. If there is such a thing.”
if a butterfly -And suddenly he can’t get enough air. Moments before he was taking such deep breaths and now there is nothing. There is no air. There is nothing to breathe and he is suffocating.
beats its wings in china -His fingers are clutching at nothing and he is getting dizzy when another body comes forward, grabbing his shoulders.
“Hey - stop that. You’ll pass out. Didn’t you hear me the first time?” While those hands are distracted on his shoulders, he rakes fingernails down that stomach. It is the same as his thighs.
“We had - this is - sex?” His eyes are bright and confused.
it will cause -
“If you want to get technical, that’s semen. You know, the seminal fluids that mix-”
“I know what it is!” His voice is screaming. That is familiar. He has been screaming tonight. The next is soft. “Oh my God.”
“Not really your God, being an atheist and all.” He whispers, having let go of the shoulders. It is too personal to be this close. He needs to be back on the bed, higher, aloof.
a tornado -
He sounds so torn, so broken, a little dolly with no porcelain face, “How did this happen?”
The other stretched, the other was a cat, the other was desperately trying to pretend that everything was okay. “You were ranting about something. Oh don’t ask me what I never really pay attention to you. And we came here and you said you wanted to make him hurt. Just make him hurt, you said. I know hurt, so that’s easy.”
if a butterfly-
“Oh God.”
beats its wings-"Yeah, strangely that fits.”
in china-
“Where are we?” The other refuses to answer. “Where the FUCK are we?” His voice is hysterical.
causes tornado in-
The front door slams. Someone is jostling around with keys, murmuring to himself.
butterfly-
“No.” He is a fucking idiot.
beats-
“Yes, sorry.” He has lost his sarcasm.
wings-
“Is anyone home?” It is so caring, so hopeful, so wonderful.
china-
“I’ve killed him.” And the other nods painfully, forgetting his game, his mirth.
causes-
“Hideyori? Where are you? The bedroom?” Footsteps, walking with purpose.
tornado-
“No - don’t-” The door opens and the figure freezes. Time seems stuck in molasses as that head full of lively blue hair scans the room slowly. His eyes widen at the sights unfolded. In a painful reveal, his face crumbles and his eyes are now shining.
“I’m interrupting.” He says in a quiet voice, a beaten abused spouse. The other struggles to reach him but his underwear are tangled in his legs. He falls and the corner of some furniture catches him in the mouth. He is bleeding all over his hands. The figure in the doorway does nothing. “Good-bye Iseki.”
“Good-bye Tatsuya.”
in you.
Enjoy and review!