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Post by eleni on Jun 17, 2010 1:21:50 GMT -5
The beach was not a place Kato Yukimura often went to. The rush of waves crashing onto jagged rocks was like an endless symphony of organic renovation. He hated sand too – it crept into your clothes like a leech, clinging hungrily onto your skin, eventually sucking out all the toil and sweat in you as you strain every possible muscle you have in you just to wash it all off. But that day, a day that would most likely end just the same as all the other days did – primitive, unadvanced, with absolutely no hope of rescue – something sparked in the deepest pit of his digestive organ. He did not know what it was, nor did he pay much attention to it, but that spark, that tiny, microscopic spark somehow ordered him to take a small trip to the beach – and, much to his own surprise, he obeyed.
It was past nightfall when Yukimura finally arrived. Being the straightlaced, anti-risk person he was, he did not immediately respond to the subconscious spark that so randomly lit up in him. Rather, the incubus waited until sunset, before finally letting the rare side of him take over, the side that would pull him into a bar back in Japan and pour one too many shots down his throat. Even with that side beginning to break the carefully set rules planned by none other than Kato Yukimura, however, there was still one rule that was strong enough to defend itself: he moved slowly and cautiously, eventually taking over two hours just to get to the beach. At least, that’s what it felt like – the concept of time was completely lost to him; he spent quite a while on this goddamn island.
He sat down, eyebrows narrowing a little at the feeling of sand rubbing against his trousers. He was facing the ocean; it roared as it crashed on land, hissing as it slithered away. Again, he felt the spark return, shivering silently as it exploded in his chest. But the night wasn’t that chilly. Only a light breeze brushed past him, caressing his cheeks and weeping so softly, it took all there was in his ears to hear its sorrow.
In his heart, he was weeping too.
The spark was nostalgia. Yukimura, it whispered, Yukimura, how long are you going to stay here? Don’t you miss home? Don’t you miss your family? Don’t you miss your friends? His head twitched a bit, and he let it nod. Yes, he wanted to part his lips and scream it out loud, but he couldn’t do it – people would think he was crazy; nobody would help him get home. So he remained still, still like a statue, closing his eyes, letting the roars and hisses of the waves besiege his ears. His eardrums were about to shatter, but he ignored that – at least, he tried to. A muscle under his right eye twitched in agony.
“Fuck,” he finally whispered, slowly opening his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
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Word count: 507
Music: Waterfall, by Alice Nine
Muse's outfit: White Prayer for the win.
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Post by TOBIAS STEELE on Jun 18, 2010 17:56:23 GMT -5
How many times had Tobias Jay Steele made a night time trip to this very beach since he'd been stranded on this God forsaken island? Too many to count. It didn't surprise Toby that he was here yet again, bare feet about an inch deep in the pure white sand. Not only was the beach a place for him to stand calm and reflect upon his life and how he got to be this way, but it seemed that interesting things always happened here. Last time Toby took a little escapade, he found a bloody and battered man who was delirious with what was probably heat stroke and dehydration.
After a few moments of his dark brown eyes scanning the distant horizon--an endless span of blue water--Toby directed his gaze down to his feet. He was standing just a few feet away from the line of trees that fed into the rest of the island away from the beach. He wriggled his toes, feeling the odd sensation of each grain slipping in between them. If it weren't for the fact that night was rapidly approaching, the heat probably would have scorched his feet and given him blisters. Toby was thankful for nightfall.
A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he lifted his foot, watching his toes move back and forth in a rather simple sort of amusement. Toby had been on this island for far too long. He didn't know exactly how long it'd been, but it was enough to sometimes make him feel like perhaps he was losing his grip on reality.. on sanity.
Why did he have to be one of the unlucky ones that ended up on this dangerous island in the middle of absolute nowhere? Toby had a life back in Scotland! He had a family, friends, and a blossoming musical career. Scotland was his home, and home was something that this island would never truly be.
Lifting his gaze away from his lower extremities, Toby allowed it to wander over the beach. Usually at any given time he could see someone else inhabiting this area, and tonight proved to be no different. There was a rather lonesome looking Asian man not too far off to his left. It seemed there were a lot of Asians here on the island, but really, Toby wasn't complaining.
Especially if they were hot.
The Korean-Scottsman opened his mouth, calling out a little more loudly than was necessary. "Hey you!" Instantly, Toby began trudging through the sand towards the other.
 CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES he's loud! MUSIC alice nine - kousai
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Post by eleni on Jun 20, 2010 3:43:11 GMT -5
He still had a few of his possessions by his side - namely his wallet, his camera that was not fully charged, and his phone. Still, there wasn't much for him to do with these things; there clearly was nothing to buy, much less window-shop, so his wallet was completely useless on this goddamn island. He was by no means a camerawhore, and he did not want to take down any memories of his so-called 'vacation' here, so the camera, too, had no use - well, not entirely - every time that spark of nostalgia erupted in his stomach, he would take the digicam out and press the tiny green button, flip through photos of friends, family, and even random sceneries back in Hokkaido. He would stare quite obsessively at each photo, as if he was a demented child in the process of being possessed by a product of Canon.
The cell phone, too, was a cure for homesickness - no, not in the long run, but he choked enough on the rope of depression to wish for just a temporary cure. He was not exactly the most tech-savvy person in the world, but he did sometimes receive an unexpected text message, most of which came from his cousin Midori. She was loud and boisterous, the exact opposite of Yukimura, and she sometimes got on his nerves, but once he thought about it, he wasn't really that bothered by the raging ball of combustible energy that was Midori herself. Likewise, every time she texted him, whether out of sheer boredom or an actual reason to communicate with him, of all the people in the universe, she would never forget to sprinkle in a bit of her over-active sparkle into her message. And Yukimura, being the older one of the two, would merely roll his eyes, then proceed to hide the faint smile tugging at his lips - her messages were just that hilarious.
So he took out his old-school Nokia, switched it on, and checked his inbox. As usual, he did not have any new messages - it would not be possible; the cell phone range was zero, no matter how hard he prayed before letting sleep take over his mind. In fact, the last text he received was from two months ago - Midori, after one too many shots of vodka, decided to ask him for a ride, not to mention a place to shower and a bed to sleep. Her request no doubt embarrassed him - his neighbours would probably think he bought a hooker or something, judging from the way his dear cousin adorned herself every time she went out for 'a' drink. But after a while of waging a dilemma war in his mind, which really only wasted three minutes of his life, Kato Yukimura decided that it was best to just do as Midori ordered - it would be completely his fault if she were found raped to death the next day in some dark alleyway by a weird druggie hobo dude.
OMFG. I'm fucking drunk, you gheitard. Give me a ride home, wouldja, bastard? Ghei people these days.
...Okay, so she did insult and offend him, not to mention every other man who shared the same sexuality - well, not really - he was more bisexual than homosexual, but knowing Midori, she was probably too alcohol-baked to notice what she was calling him. Even so, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly at that.
Now, however, as he read the slightly offensive message over and over again, he wept even harder in his heart. Midori - when would he see her again? When would he receive another one of her crazy texts again? A wave of guilt crashed against his heart, nearly snapping his arteries in half; he never truly appreciated his cousin's hyperactivity; one does not love breathing.
"Hey you!"
Footsteps. Immediately Yukimura stuffed the nokia back in his pocket, turning in faint curiosity at an unexpected exclamation. Someone was running... towards him. A tiny figure, was the first thing the incubus noticed, then a flash of platinum hair and - oh my! - dimples. Under normal circumstances, Yukimura would have kept calm - being the owner of two bars back in Hokkaido, he was used to customers calling him for a drink or two, but considering he had not been in contact with anyone since Day One on this fucking island... he was nervous - how the fuck do you say hello again?
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Word count: 777
Music: SIXTY NINE, by D'espairsRay
Notes: ...I'm still under the influence of Capslock_alice9.
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Post by TOBIAS STEELE on Jun 24, 2010 19:45:43 GMT -5
The other Asian man turned to look at him as Toby approached, but he didn't say anything. Toby allowed his teeth to gently clamp against his lower lip. Either this guy was mute from some sort of dramatization he experienced when arriving at the island, he hadn't heard Toby's greeting, or he was just a douche bag. Toby seriously hoped that the third option was the least true option even though all three of them were very plausible.
His eyebrows narrowed ever so slightly as he came to a slow halt about seven feet away from the other man. One could never maintain too much of a distance in a place like this. People were shady, and they couldn't be trusted. Not even the beautiful man that he'd laid with by the lake last night couldn't be trusted. Even if it were terribly fun. Slowly, Toby let go of his lower lip, allowing his dark brown eyes to wash over the other mans attire. His clothes still looked relatively fresh, which was surprising.
"Hey.. You mute? Didja not hear me speaking?" Toby's voice was surprising for someone who looked the way he did. When he spoke, he did so with a rather thick Scottish accent. His friends back home often told him that he was the most contradicting living, breathing thing they'd ever come across.
Toby shifted his weight, scrutinizing the other, wondering if he were going to speak or if Toby were going to have to spit out something nasty and walk away. If the other failed to open his mouth, Toby wouldn't hesitate to tell him to take a long walk off of a short pier.
In what was either a sudden burst of boldness or stupidity, Toby's impulse caused him to take a few steps forward. His small hand extended, chipped pink nail polish scattered across his finger nails. It really was a wonder that there was even still nail polish on there, really. With an expression on his face that wasn't too different from a bird spotting something beautiful and shiny, Toby reached to touch the Asian man's sleeve. He was wearing a rather beautiful outfit. "I really hope you're not a mute.. Or a fuckin' douche. So come on, speak to me."
Quickly moving his hand away and dropping it to his side, Toby finally raised his dark brown eyes up to catch the other mans gaze.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES curious toby is curious MUSIC nothing
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Post by eleni on Jun 27, 2010 12:26:14 GMT -5
(OOC: I was in bad mood when I started this. Just a warning.)
He was Asian - at least, that was what the boy looked like. Again, this was just another casual guess - not only did he look like he was from Asia, but he looked terribly young too - young enough to make Kato Yukimura feel like an ancient cat slouching under the sun, waiting for death to whisk him away into some mystical plane naked to the living eye. Yet he gave it no thought - at least, he tried his hardest not to - after all, it wasn't the first time that someone else, especially a guy, had managed to make him mentally clutch at his bones, just in case if they were about to shatter in the next five seconds. There were succubi, there were incubi, and the world was cruel enough to have them all younger than him. No matter, though - he was used to it. Plus, being older subconsciously gave one a surging sensation of authority; he was the master, and you were the slave.
But not today. Yukimura's English wasn't great, but it wasn't shit either - just a perfect shot at the midpoint of Line BF (Beginner-Fluent) on triangle E (English). He understood the basics with ease, could sometimes watch English films without subtitles, and who could forget the insults? In the mind of Kato Yukimura, one was simply not even touching the intermediate line if one did not know how to speak vulgarly in a foreign language. Long story short, words such as "mute" and "fuckin' douche" were not completely alien to him. And Yukimura, with the mouth he was born with and the environment he worked in, was ready to retaliate anytime, anywhere.
Well, not really. First, there was the accent to decipher. Now Yukimura wasn't stupid; he knew his own English was laden with heavy tones and a monster load of confusion (R and L - which was which? 'Tis the question for every Japanese), but he was rather proud of the fact that he could separate right from wrong, hot from ugly, fine from rough. And the boy with platinum hair spoke roughly.
No worries, though - once he thought about it, the accent was not the main focus; rather, it was the fact that such a young, not to mention small, person just called him a "fuckin' douche" - prominence on douche: a device for washing out the vagina as a contraceptive measure. And FYI, Yukimura really had little to no interest at all when it came to being some girl's liquid jet.
"Oi," He finally said, parting his lips as the words came crashing out like swift water. "Watch your fucking mouth, cockface."
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Word count: 459
Notes: I couldn't think of any good and MANLY comebacks to "fuckin' douche". So I settled with... yeah. Hey, I didn't use anything from Mean Girls.
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Post by TOBIAS STEELE on Jun 28, 2010 21:34:02 GMT -5
Toby was just standing there admiring the beauty that radiated off of the other male's face when those vulgar words slipped from his mouth. In an instant, the image of such a beautiful face distorted as Toby was caught off guard. This guy really didn't seem like the kind of person to say something like that. Then again, Toby probably didn't seem like it either. He stood there for a moment, bottom lip contorting into something that very greatly resembled an expression that was a mixture of both stupor and awe.
Normally, Toby's first instinct would be to start with the word vomit. He was just called a cockface. A cockface. That was usually grounds for a verbal smack down. However, there was just something about the male that stood before him that made Toby want to keep his temper in check. At least for now, that is.
The man before him was ridiculously attractive, and in all honesty, that was probably the biggest, if not the only reason that Toby didn't start foaming at the mouth like a rabid squirrel. If he got into an argument with this man, it usually meant there was no flirting. And without flirting, there was absolutely no possibility of sex. Even though they were on a crazy island, Toby still needed sex. And he didn't need to know this man's name to know that he good looking enough to want to get sex from.
After a few moments, the dumbstruck expression was erased and quickly replaced with an amused smile. A small chuckle escaped from his lips, blond head tilting back to look up at the other. "Cockface? I may have cocks in my face.. but I'm not a cockface. My name is Toby." A small pink tongue snaked forward to brush against his bottom lip, not trying to hide the fact that he was carefully watching the other in the slightest.
Then, after a few moments of thought, Toby's voice softened. The expression on his face did as well. "You looked lonely.. I figured I would come talk to you." He shifted his body so that he was standing next to the man, facing the same direction as he was. Slowly, he tilted his head to look over at him. "You're really beautiful.." It was almost as if that last part just slipped out without Toby thinking about it before he spoke.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES hmmm.. MUSIC nothing
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Post by eleni on Jun 30, 2010 6:29:11 GMT -5
Yukimura could not help but smirk quietly. The look on the boy's face was just too amusing for the incubus to hold his glare in place. For some reason, Yukimura was easily pleased whenever an opposing party - always male; cussing his mouth off would just turn a girl off.. unless, of course, she had a vulgar mouth too - was bowled over by his supposedly uncouth vocabulary. Perhaps it was the testosterone in him, or perhaps it was the fact that most others would take one swift glance at him and declare him as some frail, submissive weakling - or worse: an obnoxiously flat-chested woman. Either way, Yukimura was proud to be living proof of the consequences to judging a book by its cover.
But the boy's reply was not driven by anger. Yukimura felt his brows narrow slightly - he was obviously not in a good mood, and when he was not in a good mood, he would most likely end up in a battle of words - sometimes these battles would include physical fighting, with a fist here, a punch there, maybe a kick in the - shin. Yet it never mattered if he lost - at least, not completely - he would brood for a second or two, then the dour weight on his shoulders would be gone, leaving him a relaxing after-fight; after all, conflict was the ultimate cure for moodiness.
"I may have cocks in my face..."
This time, his eyebrows were raised. It was not crude, but it certainly was quite the comeback - an original one too, at least for Yukimura it was - out of all the times he had called another male a cockface, this would be the first time that he had received such a retort. It was rather sexual too, and - as disturbing as it probably sounds - it gave him a small rush of excitement; he felt a tiny bit better - it had been an annoyingly long time when he last slept with someone - a girl, to be specific, and although the blonde was clearly male, Yukimura couldn't care less - a good fuck would always be a good fuck as long as things were tight.
...And to ruin it all, the spark was back. The kid seemed to read him like a video game manual - he was indeed lonely, lonely like a green stocking in the midst of a chest filled with gloves. And, surprisingly or not, he was glade - no, grateful - for the kid's unexpected arrival; from the second he had crashed onto this island of deteriorating hope, socializing had run away from him, leaving him with almost every thing he originally had - the only difference was a desolate corner of adulterated nothingness, etched into his chest - it hurt there the most; it was as if the strings of his - cheesy, but still quite accurate - heart were torn and unwoven, pulled and tugged at until finally a black hole had been formed.
Really beautiful.
He nearly choked - on air. Beautiful? Why, of course he was - why wouldn't he be? Then again, it had been two years since someone last complimented him with such an adjective - a man, to be more specific, a man who had been more of a sex-seeker more than a real lover, and what was worse, in their so-called 'love affair', Yukimura was literally forced to be the little - no, the microscopic - spoon. In the end, what with the incubus' personality and preferences, not to mention bruises and daily soreness, the relationship was ended rather brutally. Following that, there were no more guys, but girls only.
"...Thanks," He managed to whisper - it was nearly inaudible, but he couldn't help it - his pride wouldn't let him speak any louder. "The name's Kato Yukimura."
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Word count: 656
Music: Everybody (Backstreet's Back), by the Backstreet Boys
Notes: Vanity fair.
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Post by TOBIAS STEELE on Jul 14, 2010 20:42:03 GMT -5
Perhaps most normal human beings would make some sort of attempt to keep their lustful feelings at bay upon first meeting someone else, but not Tobias Steele. The man standing before him evoked almost every single basic instinct that Toby had in his body. The way that he was thinking, if anyone could peek into his mind, they would think that he was a sex deprived teenager. This was only partially true, and not in the sense of being sex deprived or a teenager. He only often acted like one. Every expression on the other mans face seemed to bring forth a different spark.
It wasn't often that someone effected Toby so deeply and so quickly. Most of the time he just wanted to lay with anything that breathed and had some sort of humanly shape. Of course, he was always safe with it. Being an incubus had some serious let downs. The biggest problem being the fact that he could get pregnant. The mechanics of it were mind boggling. It was enough to make Toby's brain smoke with effort whenever he tried to figure out how such a thing would work. It hadn't taken very long for him to decide it wasn't really a route he wanted to take himself down.
Unfortunately for him, this island wasn't equipped with condom trees. This meant Toby had to be careful. Careful really wasn't a part of his vocabulary in most cases. Plus, the pull out method still sort of worried him.
His dark brown eyes stayed fixated upon the taller male, a small smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. "Kato Yukimura? Japanese.. Which is the surname?" He could never be sure with people sometimes. It seemed Asians like to alternate between the Eastern and Western way of introducing themselves when they were outside of the Asian countries. "I'm not too familiar with Japanese names, so I can't guess. I was born in Korea, adopted into Scotland. Hence the weird accent." Sometimes, Tobias had a tendency to talk too much.
Reaching up, he brushed a few stray strands of blonde hair from his face. As he allowed his eyes to trail downward, he was greeted with the sudden urge to touch this man once more. So he listened to said urge, fingers moving away from his hair to gently latch onto the man's sleeve. The pad of his thumb began to caress the fabric. "Beautiful clothing.. You're not used to compliments, are you? Well, get used to it.. I give them a lot." Toby winked up at the other, taking a few bold steps closer.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES mew mew MUSIC dir en grey - glass skin
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Post by eleni on Jul 16, 2010 23:08:50 GMT -5
It hit him hard and fast. And it annoyed him to no end. Was it cultural ignorance, or just plain stupidity? Yukimura was clearly a given name - the best example would be Sanada Yukimura; if one did not know him by historical means, then at least Capcom or Koei video games had made him more famous than he already was. And don't even get him started on Kato - actually, nevermind - he's already starting, curses and cusses threatening to erupt not only from his mind, but his vocal chords, too. Kato was just as obvious as Yukimura was - Kato Kazuki, anyone? Or Kato Ai, even Kato Kiyomasa - it was just plain swarovski clear, so no shit, Sherlock, no friggin' shit.
"Kato," the incubus finally answered when the eruption died down. Judging from the oblivious look on the shorter male's face, there really wasn't any real need to get all sound and fury. Well, maybe on the inside, knowing himself, just not out. "And I'd like you to call me by this - for now." He added, then immediately regretted it. For now would probably lead the kid - this "Toby" person - into very wrong - yes, this doubles as a pun - conclusions, and Yukimura was a hands-only-to-self person, not a touchy-feely mankitten.
He gave no thought to the mention of Scotland, much less Korea. Of course, being the faint racist bastard he was, he felt something in his head twitch a little. Just a little. No, he wasn't xenophobic, just rather exclusive. If he had to allocate the blame for this... then screw it, he could care less; he was himself, he was temperamental, he was stubborn - and he was not ready to change, whether for the better or worse, not now, not ever. It would be just like a blazing fire turning pale in the light -
What the fu - that was definitely not his own fingers. He tore away instantly, out of habit, instinct driven by the animallistic predator in him. His own hand gripped the other, fingers clasping down tightly, as if squeezing his wrist. Feet stumbled back, one step, two steps, three, four five - until he was a safe distance away from the Asian-Scot-Korean-whatever, eyes narrowing into serpentine slits as they glared dry ice and compass needles into the other's. Fuck it, he wasn't a monk, but he wasn't open either; there was barely any amount of groping, fumbling, fretting, he could take without making a sour face over it.
And further more, such actions could, in 'special' cases, make him feel like a) a hooker or b) a fucking virgin.
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Post by TOBIAS STEELE on Jul 20, 2010 9:15:44 GMT -5
Judging by the fact that this man seemed to pull himself into an inner battle of rage the moment that Toby asked about his name was enough to make the smaller man decide that this one was indeed a douche bag. He stared at the man in total disbelief. It was obvious that he was irritated by the fact that he was asking about the dude's culture. Didn't Toby just get finished saying that he didn't know jack shit about Japanese?
Now he was telling Toby that wanted him to call him by his surname? Whatever. It was reasons like this that he was almost glad that he wasn't brought up in his Asian heritage. Why was everyone so uptight? People didn't do this kind of shit in the rest of the world. Deciding that he wasn't going to simply call this man by his last name, Toby resolved to just not call him anything. If he wanted to be a stuck up, uptight bastard, then so be it. Toby wouldn't give him the decency of a name at all.
This decision was especially backed up the moment that Kato wrenched himself out of Toby's grasp. That in itself would have probably been fine but it was the fact that his wrist was grabbed. It was grabbed and squeezed. His face contorted first into a slight wince, brown eyes darting down to the other's grasp. This time it was him who wrenched himself away. Instantly his eyebrows narrowed into something similar to Kato's expression. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?!
Glaring daggers up at Kato, Toby took a few steps back. He wasn't the kind of person to take being treated this very kindly, especially when he felt that it was apparent that he was only trying to be friendly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you a hermit? You not fucking used to being treated nicely?" Reaching up, he cradled the wrist that had been grabbed tenderly in his other hand.
He felt like he was on fire. It didn't take much to make Toby's temper flare. This Kato asshole knew how to push the right buttons apparently. "Fuck you. I'm sorry I tried to be nice. You don't like people touching you?" His eyes trailed over Kato's neck, contemplating attacking him and sinking his I/S venom into the guy's body. Then when he was good and horny, Toby would walk away and leave him to his own devices.
Of course, though, being a sexual creature, Toby couldn't just do that. Instead, he figured out another plan. "Well, here.. How's this for touching?!" The smaller Asian leapt forward, reaching out and clasping both hands on the other's cheeks. Forcing himself upward before Kato could protest, he slammed their lips together in a forceful kiss.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES pissed toby is pissed MUSIC kagrra, - tsumi to batsu
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Post by eleni on Jul 22, 2010 12:48:48 GMT -5
The kid's words were silent, inaudible; they shot into one ear and left through the other straightaway. All Yukimura could see were blurs - platinums, yellows, creams. He had angered him, that was clear as Cinderella's glass slipper - if not, frustrated him at the minimum. The faintest quickening of the heart could be felt alongside the quietest curling of the lips; such anger invoked more than simple satisfaction - the incubus's own heat was cooled off, leaving nothing but a Pandora's Box of pride.
Oh, could the boy be more daft than daft itself? Of course, it was so obvious, so transparent, that Kato Yukimura had rare patience with the so-called "art" of feeling up another - especially with strangers. Tiny strangers. He wanted to laugh, let his lips part and belt out all the amusement circulating hyperactively in his chest; Toby's stupidity would make a fine accessory to elevate Yukimura's skyscraper of an ego.
But stitches were not only black - sometimes they were crimson, dyed by beloved ardor.
"What the fuck?" Yukimura growled, but it was one growl too late. He could feel his own body falling, feel the sound swirl violently beneath his back. And there was Toby, of all places, on top of him, lips clashing against lips; crude words and retaliations seemed so out of place in less than a flash of violet lightning. Stop. He needed to leave, needed to run away - confusion exploded this time, replacing nostalgia in his heart, injecting into his veins, seeping into his nerves. Arms flailed in the midst of shock, then reached up and -
- and they did nothing, nothing but clutch at the material of the blonde's clothes.
Nostalgia left and confusion crashed in, but confusion soon followed nostalgia and paved way for lust. It was a subconscious element, one that Yukimura easily suppressed, but when actions were made instead of words, the subconscious leapt out like a cougar - it reigned his head now.
His lips moved, a quick, tiny respond, but it was enough to pull down his eyelids. Darkness took over, he could see nothing but an endless piece of onyx black, yet he still felt it, felt the sensation of lip to lip, the friction of two foul mouths scraping against each other. A paroxysm occurred, and veiled lies were washed away into a vivid haze.
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