fic: Strawberries
For leeskypuddle
(This is crack fic. Don't take it seriously.)
As soon as he heard the steps outside his room, he knew he was in trouble. Unfortunately, the doors in his mind had no locks (at least not ones the spirit couldn't break, so the whole concept of locks was ridiculous and had therefore been given up on).
"Why do you do that?"
He was furious, and rightfully so.
Ryou simply stared.
"You thought I wouldn't notice it? Seriously?"
"I...."
"No excuses, no fucking excuses!" Ryou had never heard him swear like this, it sounded so... modern, primitive, mundane, all things the spirit clearly wasn't.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? You know I won't allow it. I simply won't allow it! You will not die without me deciding it. You won't."
Ryou could feel the room around him vanishing, the bed he sat on, the walls, all those carefully build illusions, blurring and becoming shapeless dust, the whole thing swirling in a way that was making him sick when he watched it happening, so he focused on the spirit's face, contorted in anger and....was that fear?
The sickness, of course, was an illusion as well. If he just let it happen he wouldn't feel it, nor see the walls dissolve into dots of color that were slowly, one by one, vanishing.
He got so dizzy he simply resorted to closing his eyes until it was over. He wouldn't give up though. The spirit was breaking down his resistance, forcing them out.
As he opened his eyes, he was standing, or well, floating in his kitchen, in spirit form, the spirit in possession of the body standing across from him, arms folded and glaring.
"Well?"
He decided he was allowed (or even expected), to speak then, as the spirit's anger seemed to have at least temporarily subsided. He was staring disgustedly on the basket of strawberries that sat on the table.
Ryou swallowed. "I...just like the taste?" It came out more like a question than an actual explanation. In truth there simply was no good reason for him eating strawberries. After all, he was allergic.
"Do you also like your throat swelling until you can't breath anymore?" the spirit asked sarcastically.
Ryou tried a half-smile. "Maybe I like things that are bad for me in general."
The other couldn't keep from laughing then. It sounded cruel and pained and delighted all at once. Ryou vaguely wondered how he managed that. Or maybe he was just hearing things that weren't there.
"Indeed you do." Chuckling darkly he closed the space between them and kissed Ryou, hard and raw as if to claim his property.
"You are mine, landlord," he whispered in Ryou's ear. "Don't you ever damage what is mine."
Ryou simply kissed him back.
(This is crack fic. Don't take it seriously.)
As soon as he heard the steps outside his room, he knew he was in trouble. Unfortunately, the doors in his mind had no locks (at least not ones the spirit couldn't break, so the whole concept of locks was ridiculous and had therefore been given up on).
"Why do you do that?"
He was furious, and rightfully so.
Ryou simply stared.
"You thought I wouldn't notice it? Seriously?"
"I...."
"No excuses, no fucking excuses!" Ryou had never heard him swear like this, it sounded so... modern, primitive, mundane, all things the spirit clearly wasn't.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? You know I won't allow it. I simply won't allow it! You will not die without me deciding it. You won't."
Ryou could feel the room around him vanishing, the bed he sat on, the walls, all those carefully build illusions, blurring and becoming shapeless dust, the whole thing swirling in a way that was making him sick when he watched it happening, so he focused on the spirit's face, contorted in anger and....was that fear?
The sickness, of course, was an illusion as well. If he just let it happen he wouldn't feel it, nor see the walls dissolve into dots of color that were slowly, one by one, vanishing.
He got so dizzy he simply resorted to closing his eyes until it was over. He wouldn't give up though. The spirit was breaking down his resistance, forcing them out.
As he opened his eyes, he was standing, or well, floating in his kitchen, in spirit form, the spirit in possession of the body standing across from him, arms folded and glaring.
"Well?"
He decided he was allowed (or even expected), to speak then, as the spirit's anger seemed to have at least temporarily subsided. He was staring disgustedly on the basket of strawberries that sat on the table.
Ryou swallowed. "I...just like the taste?" It came out more like a question than an actual explanation. In truth there simply was no good reason for him eating strawberries. After all, he was allergic.
"Do you also like your throat swelling until you can't breath anymore?" the spirit asked sarcastically.
Ryou tried a half-smile. "Maybe I like things that are bad for me in general."
The other couldn't keep from laughing then. It sounded cruel and pained and delighted all at once. Ryou vaguely wondered how he managed that. Or maybe he was just hearing things that weren't there.
"Indeed you do." Chuckling darkly he closed the space between them and kissed Ryou, hard and raw as if to claim his property.
"You are mine, landlord," he whispered in Ryou's ear. "Don't you ever damage what is mine."
Ryou simply kissed him back.