Ficbits: Brynhild
Title: Brynhild
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: M for disturbing content
Pairing: None in this snippet
Title: Brynhild
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: M for disturbing content
Pairing: None in this snippet
Tsunayoshi dreams of eating: swallowing, chewing, stripping flesh from bone, as he would were he free of the case. Tsuna has never eaten before, has survived on the protein in his yolk-sac for the few weeks he’s been alive, but something feral in him knows the way.
Tsuna’s hungry. His yolk-sac, growing smaller everyday, was used up three days ago, diminished to nothing. The ache in his stomach is fierce, cramping, and his limbs are almost too heavy to shift. His purse hasn’t split, the egg case is still as strong as the day his mother wove it, keeping him safe from predators. Keeping him from food: Tsuna is wasting away.
It’s a good dream.
Tsuna dreams the taste of raw meat as it slides down his throat, dreams the texture of smooth scales and the slick film that protects bare skin, dreams the contrast between life-warm flesh and the cool water that surrounds him. He dreams of bones, thin and brittle, crushed in his mouth as he sucks out their marrow.
Hollow bones. Distantly Tsuna wonders what he’s eating, the thought vague with sleep. Whatever it is seems to be all fins: every bite is skin stretched like gauze over long rayed bone and keratin, no muscle. Not enough meat to fill a clamshell. Maybe a flying fish, it occurs to him, one of those that glide above the water with fins like sails; and he thinks no more on the matter. After all, it’s only a dream.
Tsunayoshi swallows, fragments of bone and false bone scratching his throat on the way down. He takes another bite, and another, suddenly desperate for something filling, something more substantial than the meager fare of fin. He bites and bites and gulps and swallows, teeth needle-sharp and ripping, tearing, and finally-
Finally, finally, his jaws close on muscle. A rush of blood fills his senses, Tsuna’s face twists with a fierce joy. He wrenches his neck back, a jerk as the flesh comes free and-
Tsunayoshi wakes, shrieking with pain. Blood is in the water, and tiny scraps of skin shift in the wake of his motion. His caudal fins are in ruins, a ragged mess hanging from his skinny arms. Great patches are missing from his right and only strips remain of his left. His arm is laid bare to the bone: a semi-circular gaping wound the size of his fist.
The size of his mouth.
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: M for disturbing content
Pairing: None in this snippet
Title: Brynhild
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: M for disturbing content
Pairing: None in this snippet
Tsunayoshi dreams of eating: swallowing, chewing, stripping flesh from bone, as he would were he free of the case. Tsuna has never eaten before, has survived on the protein in his yolk-sac for the few weeks he’s been alive, but something feral in him knows the way.
Tsuna’s hungry. His yolk-sac, growing smaller everyday, was used up three days ago, diminished to nothing. The ache in his stomach is fierce, cramping, and his limbs are almost too heavy to shift. His purse hasn’t split, the egg case is still as strong as the day his mother wove it, keeping him safe from predators. Keeping him from food: Tsuna is wasting away.
It’s a good dream.
Tsuna dreams the taste of raw meat as it slides down his throat, dreams the texture of smooth scales and the slick film that protects bare skin, dreams the contrast between life-warm flesh and the cool water that surrounds him. He dreams of bones, thin and brittle, crushed in his mouth as he sucks out their marrow.
Hollow bones. Distantly Tsuna wonders what he’s eating, the thought vague with sleep. Whatever it is seems to be all fins: every bite is skin stretched like gauze over long rayed bone and keratin, no muscle. Not enough meat to fill a clamshell. Maybe a flying fish, it occurs to him, one of those that glide above the water with fins like sails; and he thinks no more on the matter. After all, it’s only a dream.
Tsunayoshi swallows, fragments of bone and false bone scratching his throat on the way down. He takes another bite, and another, suddenly desperate for something filling, something more substantial than the meager fare of fin. He bites and bites and gulps and swallows, teeth needle-sharp and ripping, tearing, and finally-
Finally, finally, his jaws close on muscle. A rush of blood fills his senses, Tsuna’s face twists with a fierce joy. He wrenches his neck back, a jerk as the flesh comes free and-
Tsunayoshi wakes, shrieking with pain. Blood is in the water, and tiny scraps of skin shift in the wake of his motion. His caudal fins are in ruins, a ragged mess hanging from his skinny arms. Great patches are missing from his right and only strips remain of his left. His arm is laid bare to the bone: a semi-circular gaping wound the size of his fist.
The size of his mouth.