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fliccu2008-02-16 02:01 am
flufy-umbreon.livejournal.com) wrote in fliccu2008-02-16 02:01 am
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lullaby
ryouchi
pg-13
483 words
there are additional notes at the end for those of you that didn't catch the hidden meaning. highlight to view.
hiroki stands on the small concrete alcove that you call a balcony, wrapped in ghosts of the past; blankets and candles and high pitched cries that only you can hear. the neighbours are smoking next door and uchi coughs, soft puffs of breath exhaled into the cold air and you sigh as your fingers splay across glass.
he shudders when the wind begins to whip up around him, hair tickling the base of his neck as he tugs your woollen jacket tighter around his frail form. the silence of the night smothers the incessant tapping of your fingers against the sliding doors. he’s left the keys on the table.
‘i love you.’ your voice whispers soundlessly against his neck, covers sliding over pale skin as you move closer to him, hiroki’s slender body lined up against your chest. hiroki tilts his head, fingers curling gently around your wrist as your lips graze over his jaw.
hiroki’s distracted tonight, his eyes glazed and unfocused as he slips deeper into his contemplative rut. you don’t make love that night, hiroki almost oblivious to your presence beside him as you close your eyes, willing yourself to be strong, fight back the tears. it’ll be okay, you say, even though he isn’t listening.
you’re greeted by silence when you return home, tears and whispers and broken ‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i don’t know what to do’’s forcing their way through the darkness. hiroki is curled up in the arm chair, books and cds littering the floor by his feet as he stares up at you blankly, all unshed tears and words that die on his lips.
you eat cold soup salvaged from the pot on the stove, hiroki retreating wordlessly to the bathroom as you sink down into your chair, spoon dropping lifelessly from your fingers when the door clicks shut.
after thirty three restless minutes you rise from your seat, hair dishevelled and cheeks stained with tears you hadn’t known you’d shed. your soft tap on the door goes unnoticed but you open the door anyway, expecting nothing less from the broken shell of a boy you share your home with.
it’ll be okay, you promise, painting words onto the mirror with shaking fingers as you pull hiroki closer, eyes clenched shut as he buries his face in your shoulder and cries, great, breathless sobs that echo tauntingly against the tiles.
‘i’m scared’, he mouths, lips forming vacant words that you don’t understand. the moment stretches endlessly until, two dreamless hours later, you can’t take it any longer. you roll over and climb out of bed, falling weakly to your knees in surrender. hiroki gasps into his pillow and you let the tears fall, porcelain striking wood with promises that fall on deaf ears as you curse, spitting out words that rise from your throat like bile, curse whatever deity stole the melody from hiroki’s life.
uchi has lost his sense of hearing; aka... i just wrote deaf!uchi and now i'm off to drown in the misery of this fic ;~;
ryouchi
pg-13
483 words
there are additional notes at the end for those of you that didn't catch the hidden meaning. highlight to view.
hiroki stands on the small concrete alcove that you call a balcony, wrapped in ghosts of the past; blankets and candles and high pitched cries that only you can hear. the neighbours are smoking next door and uchi coughs, soft puffs of breath exhaled into the cold air and you sigh as your fingers splay across glass.
he shudders when the wind begins to whip up around him, hair tickling the base of his neck as he tugs your woollen jacket tighter around his frail form. the silence of the night smothers the incessant tapping of your fingers against the sliding doors. he’s left the keys on the table.
‘i love you.’ your voice whispers soundlessly against his neck, covers sliding over pale skin as you move closer to him, hiroki’s slender body lined up against your chest. hiroki tilts his head, fingers curling gently around your wrist as your lips graze over his jaw.
hiroki’s distracted tonight, his eyes glazed and unfocused as he slips deeper into his contemplative rut. you don’t make love that night, hiroki almost oblivious to your presence beside him as you close your eyes, willing yourself to be strong, fight back the tears. it’ll be okay, you say, even though he isn’t listening.
you’re greeted by silence when you return home, tears and whispers and broken ‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i don’t know what to do’’s forcing their way through the darkness. hiroki is curled up in the arm chair, books and cds littering the floor by his feet as he stares up at you blankly, all unshed tears and words that die on his lips.
you eat cold soup salvaged from the pot on the stove, hiroki retreating wordlessly to the bathroom as you sink down into your chair, spoon dropping lifelessly from your fingers when the door clicks shut.
after thirty three restless minutes you rise from your seat, hair dishevelled and cheeks stained with tears you hadn’t known you’d shed. your soft tap on the door goes unnoticed but you open the door anyway, expecting nothing less from the broken shell of a boy you share your home with.
it’ll be okay, you promise, painting words onto the mirror with shaking fingers as you pull hiroki closer, eyes clenched shut as he buries his face in your shoulder and cries, great, breathless sobs that echo tauntingly against the tiles.
‘i’m scared’, he mouths, lips forming vacant words that you don’t understand. the moment stretches endlessly until, two dreamless hours later, you can’t take it any longer. you roll over and climb out of bed, falling weakly to your knees in surrender. hiroki gasps into his pillow and you let the tears fall, porcelain striking wood with promises that fall on deaf ears as you curse, spitting out words that rise from your throat like bile, curse whatever deity stole the melody from hiroki’s life.
uchi has lost his sense of hearing; aka... i just wrote deaf!uchi and now i'm off to drown in the misery of this fic ;~;