{ Shige-centric } Chartreuse
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fliccuTitle; Chartreuse
Pairing; Shige-centric
Rating; PG13
Warnings; Death, language
Genre; AU, prison!verse
Disclaimer; I get sick of writing this, you know.
Notes; Dedicated to all of the people on my flist who have been waiting soimpatiently for this fic. ILUGAIZ~
A cool breeze filtered into the room through the open window, carrying the tenuous stench of waste, leaking take-out cartons and burnt out cigarette ends, into the kitchen. Tattered, nylon curtains, hanging limply from their rail, allowed the sunlight to creep through the clouds, casting a chartreuse like glow over the room.
A young boy hefted the bubbling pot back onto the stove, carefully monitoring each ingredient as it was added. He stirred the mixture for a moment, seemingly content with his concoction, before reaching up into the cupboard. He pulled out a small vial, barely 10ml, of colourless liquid. It was perfect, so deliciously perfect.
The liquid dripped into the broth, each droplet causing the broth to hiss quietly before settling again. It looked so innocent, so unassuming. Damned bastard wouldn’t even see it coming.
“Babe, I’m back.” A rough voice called out from the hallway, almost drowned out by the slamming of a door that accompanied it. The boy sneered, plump lips curling upwards in disgust. He quietly stuffed the, now empty, vial into his pocket, fingers running over it once in a mockery of tenderness, before he pulled away.
A man entered the kitchen, a strong whiff of cheap liquor assaulting the boy’s nostrils as he was spun around, muscled arms firmly around his slender waist.
“Miss me?” The man questioned, crooked and yellowing teeth tugging sharply on the boy’s lip ring, placed so deliciously on the corner of that delectable, rose petal mouth. The boy extracted himself from the tight grip, meeting the man’s gaze with a sly smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
A quiet moment passed through the kitchen, but the boy wasn’t fooled. He could still sense that presence behind him; still feel the hot, smoky breath running over the base of his neck. The boy picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the broth, listening to a chair dragging across dirty tiling as the man shifted, the sound cracking through the tense silence.
Finally the boy was satisfied, an almost impish grin lighting up his features as he turned off the heat and spooned the broth into a bowl. He slowly padded across the kitchen, the clunking of his boots joined by the quiet jingling of the many chains dangling from his jeans. The smile faded slightly as he placed the steaming bowl on the table, one of the man’s heavy hands ghosting over the curve of his buttocks.
He backed away slightly, arms folded carefully over his chest.
Minutes passed and the boy remained stationary, watching emotionlessly as the man took food into his mouth. He leant casually against the countertop, dark eyes gleaming with barely contained malice as the poison began to make it’s way down the man’s throat, burning away at the soft and tender muscle.
“You bitch!” The man cried out, voice cracking with pain. The boy laughed, a cold and heartless laugh that shook the older man to his very core.
“Me? Don’t make me laugh.” The boy pushed himself away from the counter and made his way over to the table. He lashed out suddenly, his heavily booted foot kicking the chair out from under the man and sending him crashing towards the floor. The man began to retch, trying to force the poison from his body, but the boy was faster. He kicked out again and caught the man sharply in the ribs.
“You cheated on me.” He snarled, eyes narrowing at the pathetic mass on the floor. “Cheated on me with some whore from a host club.” He moved away from the man and perched on the edge of the table, lip ring glinting dangerously in the dull lighting.
“I bet you thought I’d never find out, didn’t you?” The boy watched as the man began fitting, foam building up at the edges of his mouth. “How stupid. How stupid to think that I wouldn’t get you back for it.”
He growled in revulsion as the man reached out weakly, trying the grab at the boy’s ankle and pull him down from the table. The man’s fingers were curled like claws, nails digging sharply into his palms as the poison raced through his bloodstream, racking his body with another convulsion. The boy pressed down heavily, reveling in the sound of fragile bone snapping under his shoe.
“Was she worth it? Was the warmth of her body enough to make you go behind my back for weeks?” The boy laughed again, bitterly this time, and heaved himself away from the table. “She can’t have been; you kept coming back to me.” He crouched down by the man’s, now still, body and curled his fingers into the unkempt hair. His voice dropped an octave, breath hot as it flowed over the man’s skin. “Fucking me into the mattress.”
“You should have guessed by then, that I knew.” He smiled and stood up, watching as the light began to leave the man’s eyes. “But that doesn’t matter now; it’s too late.”
“I didn’t love you.” The boy snorted. “We didn’t love each other. You were a bed filler.” He stepped away from the body, boots scuffing the floor. “But if you thought I’d let you walk all over me, treat me like some free lay…” The boy spat, body shaking with fury. “Then you’re even stupider than I thought you were.”
He carefully sidestepped the man on the floor and headed back over to the table, picking up the bowl of food and emptying it into the bin. The boy looked at the lifeless body and shook his head, raven locks tumbling down into his eyes.
“Seventeen.” A bitter smirk crawled up onto his lips. “I’ll be in prison for a while, won’t I?”
Pairing; Shige-centric
Rating; PG13
Warnings; Death, language
Genre; AU, prison!verse
Disclaimer; I get sick of writing this, you know.
Notes; Dedicated to all of the people on my flist who have been waiting so
A cool breeze filtered into the room through the open window, carrying the tenuous stench of waste, leaking take-out cartons and burnt out cigarette ends, into the kitchen. Tattered, nylon curtains, hanging limply from their rail, allowed the sunlight to creep through the clouds, casting a chartreuse like glow over the room.
A young boy hefted the bubbling pot back onto the stove, carefully monitoring each ingredient as it was added. He stirred the mixture for a moment, seemingly content with his concoction, before reaching up into the cupboard. He pulled out a small vial, barely 10ml, of colourless liquid. It was perfect, so deliciously perfect.
The liquid dripped into the broth, each droplet causing the broth to hiss quietly before settling again. It looked so innocent, so unassuming. Damned bastard wouldn’t even see it coming.
“Babe, I’m back.” A rough voice called out from the hallway, almost drowned out by the slamming of a door that accompanied it. The boy sneered, plump lips curling upwards in disgust. He quietly stuffed the, now empty, vial into his pocket, fingers running over it once in a mockery of tenderness, before he pulled away.
A man entered the kitchen, a strong whiff of cheap liquor assaulting the boy’s nostrils as he was spun around, muscled arms firmly around his slender waist.
“Miss me?” The man questioned, crooked and yellowing teeth tugging sharply on the boy’s lip ring, placed so deliciously on the corner of that delectable, rose petal mouth. The boy extracted himself from the tight grip, meeting the man’s gaze with a sly smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
A quiet moment passed through the kitchen, but the boy wasn’t fooled. He could still sense that presence behind him; still feel the hot, smoky breath running over the base of his neck. The boy picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the broth, listening to a chair dragging across dirty tiling as the man shifted, the sound cracking through the tense silence.
Finally the boy was satisfied, an almost impish grin lighting up his features as he turned off the heat and spooned the broth into a bowl. He slowly padded across the kitchen, the clunking of his boots joined by the quiet jingling of the many chains dangling from his jeans. The smile faded slightly as he placed the steaming bowl on the table, one of the man’s heavy hands ghosting over the curve of his buttocks.
He backed away slightly, arms folded carefully over his chest.
Minutes passed and the boy remained stationary, watching emotionlessly as the man took food into his mouth. He leant casually against the countertop, dark eyes gleaming with barely contained malice as the poison began to make it’s way down the man’s throat, burning away at the soft and tender muscle.
“You bitch!” The man cried out, voice cracking with pain. The boy laughed, a cold and heartless laugh that shook the older man to his very core.
“Me? Don’t make me laugh.” The boy pushed himself away from the counter and made his way over to the table. He lashed out suddenly, his heavily booted foot kicking the chair out from under the man and sending him crashing towards the floor. The man began to retch, trying to force the poison from his body, but the boy was faster. He kicked out again and caught the man sharply in the ribs.
“You cheated on me.” He snarled, eyes narrowing at the pathetic mass on the floor. “Cheated on me with some whore from a host club.” He moved away from the man and perched on the edge of the table, lip ring glinting dangerously in the dull lighting.
“I bet you thought I’d never find out, didn’t you?” The boy watched as the man began fitting, foam building up at the edges of his mouth. “How stupid. How stupid to think that I wouldn’t get you back for it.”
He growled in revulsion as the man reached out weakly, trying the grab at the boy’s ankle and pull him down from the table. The man’s fingers were curled like claws, nails digging sharply into his palms as the poison raced through his bloodstream, racking his body with another convulsion. The boy pressed down heavily, reveling in the sound of fragile bone snapping under his shoe.
“Was she worth it? Was the warmth of her body enough to make you go behind my back for weeks?” The boy laughed again, bitterly this time, and heaved himself away from the table. “She can’t have been; you kept coming back to me.” He crouched down by the man’s, now still, body and curled his fingers into the unkempt hair. His voice dropped an octave, breath hot as it flowed over the man’s skin. “Fucking me into the mattress.”
“You should have guessed by then, that I knew.” He smiled and stood up, watching as the light began to leave the man’s eyes. “But that doesn’t matter now; it’s too late.”
“I didn’t love you.” The boy snorted. “We didn’t love each other. You were a bed filler.” He stepped away from the body, boots scuffing the floor. “But if you thought I’d let you walk all over me, treat me like some free lay…” The boy spat, body shaking with fury. “Then you’re even stupider than I thought you were.”
He carefully sidestepped the man on the floor and headed back over to the table, picking up the bowl of food and emptying it into the bin. The boy looked at the lifeless body and shook his head, raven locks tumbling down into his eyes.
“Seventeen.” A bitter smirk crawled up onto his lips. “I’ll be in prison for a while, won’t I?”
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