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YYH
PJLMF
Chapter 03
Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, (but I wish I did)
Loser: Well, here's Chapter 3.
Aniki: Wow. Finally.
Loser: -rolls eyes- you're impossible.
Aniki: I hate you
Loser: -sniffle- really?
Aniki: No, of course not! I love you! -clings-
Loser: O.o Oookay. Once again, thanks to Storymaster Caith, and Koluno 1986 for their reviews and constructive criticism. Yeah you guys!
Chapter 3
Shadows in My Mind
1
'Stop! Stop it, please!' Aniki cried out in his mind. All he could do was watch in horror as the boy begged for mercy. 'Please, don't do this. He's just a boy, a child!' But it didn't stop. His hand shot out and grasped the boy around the throat, slowly squeezing the life from him. The boy's eyes begged for mercy while Aniki heard himself laugh mercilessly.
A few days had gone by, and Aniki had fallen into a new routine. He would help with chores and such (but Kuwabara did all the cooking) and after Kuwabara had left for work he would play with Nyuu, watch T.V., and sometimes do housework by himself. By his own rule Aniki didn't go outside, but every once in a while he would stare out the living room window and watch the people walk by. On weekends he would help grade papers.
"Foolish boy." He heard himself say, "Those who beg for mercy are the first to die."
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And things were good. For as long as he'd been here, Aniki's nightmares had stopped. Until last night. When he had woken, he could swear he could still see the blood. And it scared him. He didn't want to bother Kuwabara with this, he'd most likely say it was nothing.
Don't do this!' he fought with himself. 'You're better than this!'
"Just a dream and nothing more." Aniki said out loud, and returned to his dishes. Kuwabara had gone to bed early, a hard day at work. Dealing with high school children would have to be exhausting. He didn't teach regular high school, rather summer school. Kuwabara knew from personal experience that most of the children that went to summer school weren't all stupid punks, they just needed a different way to learn. Aniki gave a contented sigh. "How on Earth can one person do so much good? Do you know Nyuu?"
/No, you are weak/ a voice whispered in the back of his mind. /You do this for his acceptance, you'll never get-/
"Mnyaow?" Nyuu looked up from her grooming for a moment, but only for a moment.
"You don't know either, huh?"
"Mrow!" she got up lazily, stretched, and slinked down the hallway.
'No. NO! I'm not weak!'
"You're right, I guess it is time for bed, it's almost ten O'clock." he drained the sink and rolled down the sleeves of his favorite sweater. A bit over-sized, bright yellow (to match his eyes) and so soft.
Kuwabara went a little overbored with shopping. 'Some' cloths turned out to be half of the store and, because if his size, most of it came from the kids department so a good half of his jeans had some kind of skater or dragon embroidered in them. Aniki didn't mind of course it was better than rags, but he felt bad that Kuwabara had spent so much money on cloths for him when most of them didn't fit. He sighed and turned out the light. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkess as he walked following Nyuu's advice. Passing the bathroom he contemplated on whether or not he should shower before hitting the sack. Back at the brothel he wouldn't have had that kind of choice, he was luckey if he got a bowl of cold water and a rag. Though with Mother Xu-Xu, he did get one almost every day.
/You are weak. Just kill the pathetic thing. Get it over with. Kill it and prove your not weak/ His nails digging into the boys' tender flesh were soaked with blood. He was already dead.
"I'll shower after he leaves in the morning." he said to himself, happy he had a choice. He smiled to himself. Kuwabara will soon have to go away on a mission, he could feel it. It was only a matter of time before he was found out, but that didn't matter, he would have to serve his time sooner or later, but right now all he wanted was one more night where he would feel safe. And he did feel safe around Kuwabara.
/Like the way you felt with you're brother/ the dark voice whispered in the back of his mind, /And look where that got you. Hideing. You know you can't trust anyone./
'I can trust Kuwabara.' there was a defiance in his thoughts. He would not have this fight tonight, nor would he have it any longer. He had fallen for the lies of this dark voice once to often, he was determined not to let it happen again. Not with Kuwabara.
"Mrow?" Nyuu's presence comforted Aniki, and it seemed like she knew it. "Mrow mnyaow!"
"Alright, Nyuu. I'm coming. You've been acting strange latley, you know that?"
"Mnrrrr?" Aniki laughed, it was almost like they were having a real conversation.
"Yes you have, have you been getting into the food in the cupboard? You're getting a bit, " he pondered for a way to put it nicely, "Plump."
"Mrrr!" She swiped at him with her paw and ran back down the hall, vanishing into the darkness.
"Apparently plump wasn't nice enough." Aniki smiled to himself as he opened the door to the bedroom. Somehow she would already be inside, and for the life of him, he could not figure out how she did it.
Snuggled next to Kuwabara, she swished her tail in annoyance at him. 'Call me plump, will you? You'll sleep alone tonight.' Almost like she could speak without using words.
"Fine, you win." he whispered, rolling his eyes.
Aniki unrolled his futon on the floor and took his pillow from its place on top of the dresser. It took a bit of argument, but he finally convinced Kuwabara that he would be just fine on the floor and that he didn't feel right taking Kuwabara's bed from him. Aniki stared at the man sprawled on the bed. Sleeping so easily in deep slumber, not a care in the world. Still so child-like and trusting. His hair down and mussed. Every night Aniki came to bed, he would see this same scene, and he would feel so... undeserving. Aniki sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time since he'd been staying here. He would have to remind Kuwabara in to morning to get an appointment to cut his hair. He yawned and tucked in for the night.
He just stood there for a while letting the boy's limp body dangle, before letting it fall to the ground, his fingers coming out of the flesh with a sick wet sucking sound. In his mind he screamed, horrified that he had done such a thing. His face not relaying this emotion he turned to his 'little' brother for a sign of approval, with a simple nod it was his. He had pleased his brother. Pleased with this scene of blood and death.
'He was just a child' Aniki tucked himself into a small corner of his mind, forcing himself to be numb.
Happy that he had gotten what he wanted the darkness smiled and followed his little brother home, consuming just a bit more of the weakling's mind for his own.
End chapter
Loser: Kind of a hard one to follow I know, lots of things happening. -;;
Aniki: Uh, ya! What the hell is this drivel? Introducing a new character that doesn't really exist? /
Loser: But Aniki... you don't really exist. O.o
Aniki: Your face doesn't really exist .
Loser: ...damn you and your Philosofical...ness.
Aniki: Philisofical-ness? It's spelt 'Philosophical'. I am triumphant! (.) Yes.
Loser: Shut-up Ani .
Aniki: Sore loser!
Loser: I don't lose! DX I choose not to win. Hence the name. Loser-By-Choice. Duh .
Aniki:Whatever you say, Love. Whatever you say. .
Loser: Sqeee! He called me love! XD -Jumps up and down like a moron-
Aniki: WTF?
 loser-by-choice · Mon Mar 21, 2011 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |
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