In the Dark - Oneshot - ReitaxRuki
Title: In the Dark
Author: shurikenwielder
Chapter(s): Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: TakanorixAkira
Warnings: cutting, beating
Description: "You'll be my light in this darkness won't you?"
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“In The Dark”
"Are you okay Takanori?"
It's too bright yet there's no sun. Why is there only artificial light here?
"Takanori?"
Why must it always be artificial light? Do I no longer even deserve the sun anymore?
"TAKANORI!!!"
The said teen quickly snapped out of his trance and turned towards his friend Akira. "Sorry, what happened?"
His brunette friend frowned and looked at him concerned. "The movie's over..." he paused as if considering a thought. "Are you sure you're okay?"
The blond turned and looked around to see the entire theatre empty aside from his other three friends sitting by Akira, all staring at him with a mirrored expression of worry.
"I'm fine, just got distracted," he said and got up as a sign he was ready to leave.
As he passed through the double doors, others trailing behind him, he didn't miss Akira whispering to himself.
"You've been distracted a lot lately."
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Takanori stared up at the pale white ceiling of his room, twirling a small penknife in his right hand. He shakily lifted it to his wrist in a daze. The small slight of sun shining through the closed blinds glinted off of the short blade as he lightly traced the tip along his pale cream colored skin.
He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a small cry of pain as the the cold metal cut through his thin skin, leaving a fiery trail of pain as he dragged it across. Crimson beads came out collecting into large drops before finally dripping and trailing down his arm in it's own separate river, currents connecting together as the flowed together.
So caught up in the sight he only came to his senses as he realized just how much blood was coming from his wrist. He quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom where he put a towel over the cut. Tears rolled down his rounded cheeks as a red spot began to form on the other side, growing larger and larger.
How do people do this? It hurts so much...
He grabbed gauze from the cabinet from behind the mirror and quickly wrapped his wrist to prevent anything else from happening. His open skin burned as it rubbed against the sponge like material.
He walked back to his room, entire body as if on auto-pilot. A gasp escaped him as he suddenly tripped on his school bag, falling to his knees. He cringed as he caught himself on his hands, body weight being placed on his injured hand.
No, this wasn't him. He knew he was better than this- no, he was better than this. It was the dark's fault, for coaxing him into it's becoming arms with promises of perfection and peace.
"Damn the dark, damn the dark..."
Whispers echoed in his mind as if to convince him that he was only over reacting, that it had done absolutely nothing wrong.
Anger burned within him as he suddenly slammed his fist against the wooden floor boards.
"DAMN THE DARK!" he screamed into the air with everything he had from his heart to the very bottom of his corrupted soul.
New hot tears pooled at his eyes as he stared at the blurred image of his floor and now bloody knuckles.
He fell to the floor, all energy from before leaving him as he broke down crying.
"Damn the dark..." he whispered one last time to the unknown entity in his mind.
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Takanori walked up the small hill to his school, sleeves pulled down tight over his arms and covered by a jacket and bracelet for good measure.
He quickly made his way into the building being careful to avoid the corner of the school where he knew his friends were probably waiting for him.
His locker soon came into view, colored sticky noes and papers hanging from it.
He sighed and tore them all down, shoving them into his backpack not even bothering to read them because he already knew what they said.
Freak. Fag. Devil. Evil.
Of the course the disadvantage for sticking out. He had thought maybe if he hid in the dark all of his flaws would be hidden, but it only made it worse and more obvious to everyone. Even his friends had begun to noticed.
"Takanori?" Yuu's voice called behind him.
He startled and his bag dropped to the found having slipped from his fingers.
He held his breath in fear as the other bent down to pick up his items scattered about the tile floor. His friends fingers gripped one of the pink colored post it notes.
He watched as friends eyes widened in shock and continued to read over other ones to make sure what he was seeing was true.
"Taka..." he trailed off, eyes still glued to the item in his hands.
"Y-yeah Yuu?" he asked back timidly, already knowing what was coming next.
"What..." he shook his head. "How long has this been going on?" he asked in disbelief.
Of course I'm held accountable for those cursed idle words...
"It doesn't matter," he quickly brushed it off, snatching his bag back from the other's hands.
"It doesn't matter?" Yuu asked incredulously. "Then why are there people calling you a fag? How the fuck does this not matter?!"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!!!" he screeched, causing everyone in the hall to turn and stare at the both of him. "Just let it go okay?!"
He could feel his friends shocked stare burning into his back as he stormed down the hall.
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Takanori leaned over the sink, small wad of toilet paper clutched in his hand to stop the bleeding from his nose.
It's interesting isn't it? A world fighting for unification and diversity yet here I am beat up for being that very thing.
A bitter laugh passed over his busted bloody lips. The universe really was against him wasn't it?
It's left me alone to be shrouded in this suffocating darkness, only light ever shining through being artificial.
"Takanori?" a voice called from behind him.
He closed his eyes tight and lowered his head. "Yeah Akira?" he answered back, trying to sound as normal as he could with his bleeding lips.
Footsteps made their way near him and a hand placed itself on his shoulder, turning him around.
His heart raced in his chest waiting for his berating to come.
But it never came.
Instead he felt the other take the bloody wad from his hand and dab at his lips. He turned and grabbed more paper towels and held it to his nose.
He never asked what happened, simply tending to his friend's wounds.
In all truth, Akira already knew what was happening from the notes posted on the blond's locker each day to the almost daily beatings leading to why he always wore so much makeup. Yet he never asked about it, knowing his friend hated to ask for help. If he really wanted the brunette's help he would ask for it on his own.
"Akira-"
The blond was stopped as the other suddenly leaned forward and placed his lips against his in a chaste movement. Smudges of the other's red blood stained his lips as he pulled away.
"I'll be your light in this darkness," he whispered in a small promise before leaving the bathroom.
Takanori's heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird in flight, lips still tingling from the feeling.
Thoughts still in a whirlwind, one clear sentence came through as if illuminated.
He traced his lips with his fingertips as the thought crossed his mind.
You'll be my light in this darkness.
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AN: Ano, this is just a short oneshot I came up with while listening to my ever growing list of songs. Feel free to tell me what you think! (^^")