[Drabble] In Pieces
In Pieces
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
R (for unpleasant things), 405 words, AU.
Fujigaya had been fine when Kitayama had left him a mere hour ealier in the care of Kamenashi. But this… this was not fine.
Written in a drabble challenge with Kara for the prompt 'Finally, erase me'. [Which comes from a pretty song that everyone should listen to ;;]
There was blood everywhere, on every wall, on every surface, and Kitayama felt as if he’d been plunged into ice, cold fear stealing into his heart and stealing away his breath.
Fujigaya had been fine when Kitayama had left him a mere hour earlier in the care of Kamenashi. But this… this was not fine. Along with the blood, the apartment seemed to have been destroyed, wrecked furniture and ruined books strewn across the floor.
“Fujigaya?” He spoke normally, as if there wasn’t blood smeared over the door as he shut it, but the dark of the apartment swallowed his words. “Taisuke, where are you?”
A hysterical, broken giggle filtered through the apartment. The kitchen. He quickly picked his way through the mess, but it wasn’t a pretty sight when he found Fujigaya.
Fujigaya lay on the floor, almost carelessly sprawled out, but for the glass everywhere. Kitayama wasn’t even sure how he could still be bleeding, what with all the blood on the rest of the apartment, but Fujigaya was laying in a pool of it. It was all of Kitayama’s worst fears, magnified by the bitter, metallic scent of death.
He swore under his breath, dropping to his knees and ignoring the sting of shards through his jeans. “Taisuke, what the fuck happened?”
His eyes fluttering open, Fujigaya gave Kitayama a smile that was so full of madness it was terrifying. “They came…” he whispered. “Right after Kame left, they came… Hiromitsu, I think he let them in. I made them leave again… but I’m done fighting, Hiromitsu. They can have this body when they come back.” He shifted, and even in the wildness, there was the pain and the fear and the regret. But Fujigaya still managed to reach a hand out for Kitayama’s.
He felt sick despair when he realized how cold Fujigaya’s fingers were, how feeble his grip was.
“Taisuke, you can’t just give up.” But the words felt stale on his lips, knowing that Fujigaya had been fighting his whole life. There had been hopes - Kitayama’s hopes? Hadn’t Fujigaya wanted it too? - of hiding long enough, surviving long enough… but to ask more of Fujigaya was cruel selfishness on Kitayama’s part.
“They can have this,” Fujigaya continued, eyes slipping shut. “But my mind, my soul, everything else… they will never have that.”
A tear fell from Fujigaya’s cheek, mixing in with his blood. “I’m sorry… Hiromitsu. I tried.”
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
R (for unpleasant things), 405 words, AU.
Fujigaya had been fine when Kitayama had left him a mere hour ealier in the care of Kamenashi. But this… this was not fine.
Written in a drabble challenge with Kara for the prompt 'Finally, erase me'. [Which comes from a pretty song that everyone should listen to ;;]
There was blood everywhere, on every wall, on every surface, and Kitayama felt as if he’d been plunged into ice, cold fear stealing into his heart and stealing away his breath.
Fujigaya had been fine when Kitayama had left him a mere hour earlier in the care of Kamenashi. But this… this was not fine. Along with the blood, the apartment seemed to have been destroyed, wrecked furniture and ruined books strewn across the floor.
“Fujigaya?” He spoke normally, as if there wasn’t blood smeared over the door as he shut it, but the dark of the apartment swallowed his words. “Taisuke, where are you?”
A hysterical, broken giggle filtered through the apartment. The kitchen. He quickly picked his way through the mess, but it wasn’t a pretty sight when he found Fujigaya.
Fujigaya lay on the floor, almost carelessly sprawled out, but for the glass everywhere. Kitayama wasn’t even sure how he could still be bleeding, what with all the blood on the rest of the apartment, but Fujigaya was laying in a pool of it. It was all of Kitayama’s worst fears, magnified by the bitter, metallic scent of death.
He swore under his breath, dropping to his knees and ignoring the sting of shards through his jeans. “Taisuke, what the fuck happened?”
His eyes fluttering open, Fujigaya gave Kitayama a smile that was so full of madness it was terrifying. “They came…” he whispered. “Right after Kame left, they came… Hiromitsu, I think he let them in. I made them leave again… but I’m done fighting, Hiromitsu. They can have this body when they come back.” He shifted, and even in the wildness, there was the pain and the fear and the regret. But Fujigaya still managed to reach a hand out for Kitayama’s.
He felt sick despair when he realized how cold Fujigaya’s fingers were, how feeble his grip was.
“Taisuke, you can’t just give up.” But the words felt stale on his lips, knowing that Fujigaya had been fighting his whole life. There had been hopes - Kitayama’s hopes? Hadn’t Fujigaya wanted it too? - of hiding long enough, surviving long enough… but to ask more of Fujigaya was cruel selfishness on Kitayama’s part.
“They can have this,” Fujigaya continued, eyes slipping shut. “But my mind, my soul, everything else… they will never have that.”
A tear fell from Fujigaya’s cheek, mixing in with his blood. “I’m sorry… Hiromitsu. I tried.”