Seven Murders and One Salvation. (Chapter 3)
Title: Seven Murders and One Salvation.
Of Pleasure and pain
Pairing: (This chapter) Sakumoto, JunxYamapi and JunMa theme overall
Rating: R
Warning: Borders grotesque. Might not be your cup of tea.
Disclaimer: Plot and names mentioned are not mine.
Summary: The path to finding love is full of thorns. Thorns that sting. Thorns that shed blood. Thorns that kill. And amidst the stinging pain, it's there, what you are looking for.
Note: Don't ask about the summary. It's Part of A Multichapter
If anything Jun was bitter, he spent cold lonely nights rocking in a chair in front of the television with the three of them huddled around. The nights got colder; ss did Jun. He felt like a lifeless doll strolling through the days, counting hours, minutes, seconds.
Anticipating the end of one and dreading the start of the next.
This went on for a few days and Taichi convinced Jun had become anorexic kept on slipping in vitamin and calcium pills in his drinks.
During the months that this had been going on they had but one visit to their house. One constable Yamashita Tomohisa, he came bumbling in unsure, clearly appreciative of the owner of the house and bearing a gift.
Not a gift. A recovered artifact.
He handed the 20-year-old Chanel spray to Jun with an almost stupid grin.
“It was vintage. You were my first guess.” Jun took the perfume, recognized it as one of the more valuable perfumes from his grandmother’s collection that was sitting on his bedroom shelf. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Picked it up from a drug dealer caught yesterday.”
If Jun’s face had changed expression from the one of utter stoic that it had borne the past month Toma didn’t notice. But he thanked constable Yamashita making the latter gush and bubble and fidget to find an excuse to make conversation.
The oven dinged.
Taichi’s cookies were done.
Jun turned to stare daggers at Taichi before facing the constable and inviting him in. If possible he bubbled even more, bursting, sprinting, floating in. Only with great difficulty was he finally scraped out.
But months had passed since then and each other’s company had become solitude. Nagase stopped going drinking to town on weekends. Toma stopped accompanying. Taichi grocery shopped and Toma went to school. Other than that they were cooped up within the walls of the house, the fence of the compound, the barriers of their own heart.
Trapped. Desperate to get out. Desperate to notice. Desperate to turn solitude to company again. Only Toma knew he couldn’t and once again he looked as Jun packed a suitcase.
Jun was ready. To break out.
Toma just was never sure whether entrapment was a natural human instinct or was it just Jun, once the most free and spirited soul, to be so easily caught in a trap he helped to eagerly build.
Sho was a reporter on field work when he met Jun in Nagasaki. Sho was covering the retrieval of the scattered, yet to explored atomic bombs that the government has been desperate to defuse when they met, Jun doing social work for nuclear work victims.
Two lonely people.
A mutual interest.
The dynamics of support.
Sho was enigmatic. He talked well and knew of many things. Sometimes when fixing the morbid past had taken up the whole of his day and he still felt like he was at square one, Jun liked listening to Sho talk.
Sho’s workplace, Sho’s stories, Sho’s adventures.
Jun would talk about himself too. Jun would talk about childhood, He’d talk about his family and Toma and Sho would laugh at the silly stories Jun had to offer.
Everyday filled with the glow of a good intention, taking root in Jun’s heart.
Every night the same heart aching and yearning for a man who he met only in the day.
Jun wasn’t brash.
But Sho brought life.
Jun needed it.
Of Jun’s past two lovers, Sho had been the nicest to Toma.
Ohno had been disinterested and Ryo had been just plain mean.
Which was probably why Toma hated him with a burning passion unrivalled by the hatred he felt for the others.
Or maybe that was just on account of the hormones.
Or maybe that was just on account of them being dead.
But Sho was alive, loud and engaging. Sho was like rain on a parched and cracked summer’s field. The ‘tap!tap!tap’ of his typewriter set a rhythm altogether different from Ohno’s music. It was something akin to discipline.
Jun got increasingly distracted and Toma’s grades improved. Toma thought that this time there surely won’t be a catch. The three of them had gone through thorough scrutiny of everything that could go wrong. Sho loved Jun even Nagase admitted to that albeit grudgingly, he had a stable job already. Heck Jun had even met Sho’s family once. In a way Toma had, even if it was just a little bit, hoped Jun had found his ‘the one’
Little did they know that the two were yet to make love.
Yet after their very first night together, it was extremely difficult to not notice.
In fact, Taichi had looked troubled even before Jun had staggered down the steps to the dining.
It was a night of desperation and passion for having waiting too long. Frantic attempts at discovering each other in a way they hadn’t attempted before were punctuation with heated, feverish kisses. Skin hot with desire and breath heavy with expectation.
Cold metal.
Jun shuddered from the way the metal seemed so greedy for his warmth; he squirmed underneath it. A sharp edge ready above his skin. His breath got only faster as Sho kissed the metal.
It dug in.
A scream of pain. And another. A shock.
A gleam of red on the shining silver and Jun pushed Sho to scramble away, hand on neck. A hot and red angry flow curling around his fingers. Drowning them.
Sho held the knife up and pointed it at his own wrist.
By the time Jun lunged to snatch the knife away Sho’s hand was bleeding. They tumbled into the sheets. Jun focused on throwing the knife away and Sho, enjoying the excitement. It was when Sho finally flicked the knife away and brought Jun’s hand to lick away a drop of blood lingering there that Jun saw it.
The excitement. The danger. Sho was far too gone into it. Sho grabbed his wrists and turned them over. Two shades of red mixing on Jun’s skin as one. Turning pleasure into fear. Pain had tipped the scales.
Only that’s how Sho liked it. Pain dominates. Pain always dominates.
Jun struggled, he attempted to but Sho was prepared. Binds and love worked him into submission and he spent the night, praying for the morning. The light to shine through his window and set him free.
He ached. Flecked with bruises and a wound unseen to the world but the three whose world revolved around him, Jun admitted that he was broken.
Taichi shook his head sadly, holding Jun and shaking from the attempt to not cry. Jun sat there as Nagase suggested a walk to Toma. Toma hadn’t even brushed yet but he knew that it was something that he musn’t refuse. So he took Nagase’s hand as they went to the coatroom, grabbing winter wear and trotting out into the snowy path.
Not that Jun had given up. He hadn’t. Jun was never one to quit so easily. There were eight months of bliss that suggested that this was worth going for. He’s waited that long to perfect all aspects of their relationship before giving himself to Sho completely. And now that he had, he couldn’t let Sho destroy him. He would have to destroy Sho before that. No, he had to teach him. Just like the time he taught Sho how to make pancakes.
But the bruises continued. Love malformed into torture and hate was born. Nurturing itself little by little until finally the day came when Toma followed Nagase out in the middle of the night across a snowy field only to see the makings of a grave and the sentence of freedom was being read as Taichi dug.
Jun’s arms were around Sho as he staggered towards Taichi. Stringing words and leaving them to Jun in order to dictate and control.
One kiss. The last one. A loving caress. A sedative. A fall. A greedy shovel.
And snow followed as Toma watched.
A/N: Well Cam and Syu. You were SO RIGHT
hahahahahahaha. Who's next?
Of Pleasure and pain
Pairing: (This chapter) Sakumoto, JunxYamapi and JunMa theme overall
Rating: R
Warning: Borders grotesque. Might not be your cup of tea.
Disclaimer: Plot and names mentioned are not mine.
Summary: The path to finding love is full of thorns. Thorns that sting. Thorns that shed blood. Thorns that kill. And amidst the stinging pain, it's there, what you are looking for.
Note: Don't ask about the summary. It's Part of A Multichapter
If anything Jun was bitter, he spent cold lonely nights rocking in a chair in front of the television with the three of them huddled around. The nights got colder; ss did Jun. He felt like a lifeless doll strolling through the days, counting hours, minutes, seconds.
Anticipating the end of one and dreading the start of the next.
This went on for a few days and Taichi convinced Jun had become anorexic kept on slipping in vitamin and calcium pills in his drinks.
During the months that this had been going on they had but one visit to their house. One constable Yamashita Tomohisa, he came bumbling in unsure, clearly appreciative of the owner of the house and bearing a gift.
Not a gift. A recovered artifact.
He handed the 20-year-old Chanel spray to Jun with an almost stupid grin.
“It was vintage. You were my first guess.” Jun took the perfume, recognized it as one of the more valuable perfumes from his grandmother’s collection that was sitting on his bedroom shelf. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Picked it up from a drug dealer caught yesterday.”
If Jun’s face had changed expression from the one of utter stoic that it had borne the past month Toma didn’t notice. But he thanked constable Yamashita making the latter gush and bubble and fidget to find an excuse to make conversation.
The oven dinged.
Taichi’s cookies were done.
Jun turned to stare daggers at Taichi before facing the constable and inviting him in. If possible he bubbled even more, bursting, sprinting, floating in. Only with great difficulty was he finally scraped out.
But months had passed since then and each other’s company had become solitude. Nagase stopped going drinking to town on weekends. Toma stopped accompanying. Taichi grocery shopped and Toma went to school. Other than that they were cooped up within the walls of the house, the fence of the compound, the barriers of their own heart.
Trapped. Desperate to get out. Desperate to notice. Desperate to turn solitude to company again. Only Toma knew he couldn’t and once again he looked as Jun packed a suitcase.
Jun was ready. To break out.
Toma just was never sure whether entrapment was a natural human instinct or was it just Jun, once the most free and spirited soul, to be so easily caught in a trap he helped to eagerly build.
Sho was a reporter on field work when he met Jun in Nagasaki. Sho was covering the retrieval of the scattered, yet to explored atomic bombs that the government has been desperate to defuse when they met, Jun doing social work for nuclear work victims.
Two lonely people.
A mutual interest.
The dynamics of support.
Sho was enigmatic. He talked well and knew of many things. Sometimes when fixing the morbid past had taken up the whole of his day and he still felt like he was at square one, Jun liked listening to Sho talk.
Sho’s workplace, Sho’s stories, Sho’s adventures.
Jun would talk about himself too. Jun would talk about childhood, He’d talk about his family and Toma and Sho would laugh at the silly stories Jun had to offer.
Everyday filled with the glow of a good intention, taking root in Jun’s heart.
Every night the same heart aching and yearning for a man who he met only in the day.
Jun wasn’t brash.
But Sho brought life.
Jun needed it.
Of Jun’s past two lovers, Sho had been the nicest to Toma.
Ohno had been disinterested and Ryo had been just plain mean.
Which was probably why Toma hated him with a burning passion unrivalled by the hatred he felt for the others.
Or maybe that was just on account of the hormones.
Or maybe that was just on account of them being dead.
But Sho was alive, loud and engaging. Sho was like rain on a parched and cracked summer’s field. The ‘tap!tap!tap’ of his typewriter set a rhythm altogether different from Ohno’s music. It was something akin to discipline.
Jun got increasingly distracted and Toma’s grades improved. Toma thought that this time there surely won’t be a catch. The three of them had gone through thorough scrutiny of everything that could go wrong. Sho loved Jun even Nagase admitted to that albeit grudgingly, he had a stable job already. Heck Jun had even met Sho’s family once. In a way Toma had, even if it was just a little bit, hoped Jun had found his ‘the one’
Little did they know that the two were yet to make love.
Yet after their very first night together, it was extremely difficult to not notice.
In fact, Taichi had looked troubled even before Jun had staggered down the steps to the dining.
It was a night of desperation and passion for having waiting too long. Frantic attempts at discovering each other in a way they hadn’t attempted before were punctuation with heated, feverish kisses. Skin hot with desire and breath heavy with expectation.
Cold metal.
Jun shuddered from the way the metal seemed so greedy for his warmth; he squirmed underneath it. A sharp edge ready above his skin. His breath got only faster as Sho kissed the metal.
It dug in.
A scream of pain. And another. A shock.
A gleam of red on the shining silver and Jun pushed Sho to scramble away, hand on neck. A hot and red angry flow curling around his fingers. Drowning them.
Sho held the knife up and pointed it at his own wrist.
By the time Jun lunged to snatch the knife away Sho’s hand was bleeding. They tumbled into the sheets. Jun focused on throwing the knife away and Sho, enjoying the excitement. It was when Sho finally flicked the knife away and brought Jun’s hand to lick away a drop of blood lingering there that Jun saw it.
The excitement. The danger. Sho was far too gone into it. Sho grabbed his wrists and turned them over. Two shades of red mixing on Jun’s skin as one. Turning pleasure into fear. Pain had tipped the scales.
Only that’s how Sho liked it. Pain dominates. Pain always dominates.
Jun struggled, he attempted to but Sho was prepared. Binds and love worked him into submission and he spent the night, praying for the morning. The light to shine through his window and set him free.
He ached. Flecked with bruises and a wound unseen to the world but the three whose world revolved around him, Jun admitted that he was broken.
Taichi shook his head sadly, holding Jun and shaking from the attempt to not cry. Jun sat there as Nagase suggested a walk to Toma. Toma hadn’t even brushed yet but he knew that it was something that he musn’t refuse. So he took Nagase’s hand as they went to the coatroom, grabbing winter wear and trotting out into the snowy path.
Not that Jun had given up. He hadn’t. Jun was never one to quit so easily. There were eight months of bliss that suggested that this was worth going for. He’s waited that long to perfect all aspects of their relationship before giving himself to Sho completely. And now that he had, he couldn’t let Sho destroy him. He would have to destroy Sho before that. No, he had to teach him. Just like the time he taught Sho how to make pancakes.
But the bruises continued. Love malformed into torture and hate was born. Nurturing itself little by little until finally the day came when Toma followed Nagase out in the middle of the night across a snowy field only to see the makings of a grave and the sentence of freedom was being read as Taichi dug.
Jun’s arms were around Sho as he staggered towards Taichi. Stringing words and leaving them to Jun in order to dictate and control.
One kiss. The last one. A loving caress. A sedative. A fall. A greedy shovel.
And snow followed as Toma watched.
A/N: Well Cam and Syu. You were SO RIGHT
hahahahahahaha. Who's next?