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Post by Braise on Jun 10, 2006 5:20:24 GMT -5
He let his eyes open to study the dark abyss high above him. The darkness surrounded him and blanked out his mind even as Des dipped and took him into his mouth. He whimpered at the wonderful feel of warmth surrounding him, knowing this was done in hate and not love. It was never going to be done in love, not for him. He was a worthless pet and once one became a pet, there was no going back. He couldn't return untainted to what he had been. He couldn't pull of his mask of stoicness, no matter how angry and pained he was by his master. Sho let his body go, let it react how it would to every touch. His own voice reacted and he twisted in ecstasy, eyes reclosing against the fear and pain.
Sho reacted how one would to this sort of situation, no matter how much he was going to berate himself for baring everything to his master. He clenched his hands in whatever holds he could-be it clothes or piles of musty rug on the floor, anchoring himself. His feet pressed against the wood of the wall and he splayed himself even more, moaning out his pleasure as Des' mouth took him away. He wasn't sure he had called out the boys name, pretty sure he had a few times. No matter, it probably gave his master some sort of sick pleasure to see how weak he was.
Biting down on his tongue he let his muscles clench painfully in his abdomen, felt that as the boy sucked harder on him, his release was coming. And it did. In one wave he was toppling over the edge, hands clenched to the point of bleeding, toes digging into wood. His body arched with the force of it and he blinked in bleary dizziness once it was over. His body lay trembling, sweating on the cold floor and he waited. Now what were they to do? He knew more orders were coming. Sho wanted to cover himself now, forget the feeling of the others mouth on him and retreat into the deepest part of himself. He had thought in the car they had bonded or...something. What a joke. It had been a waste of his silly existance and the vampire turned his head, eyes clenching shut with the realization that he had given his master exactly what he wanted. Later, much later, he was going to have to find the boys mother and...mouth off or something. He wanted to feel the sting of blows on his body. Anythign to take away the mental anguish working away at him.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 13, 2006 23:15:22 GMT -5
He felt sick. Now that he had done that, he felt sick. The boy rose from his position and opened the door. He walked out without even giving the other a spare glace. Why was it that this person was the only one that made him feel dirty? Why was it that this person made him feel worthless? So many unanswered questions and yet even though he wanted to ask, he couldn’t make himself speak. The boy was walking slowly away from the closet even though he wanted to run. He wanted to go as fast as he could and run away, but his pride wouldn’t let him. For someone so small and fragile, the boy had a lot of pride. He had a spirit that refused to be defeated and strength inside of him. But even so, he seemed to have gotten lost and a little broken. That’s why he was searching to be completely destroyed. His strength had failed him and now he was hurting. The boy made his way up the stairs. Somehow, it was harder today to walk all the way to the second floor today. He couldn’t seem to make his weak legs work, but he somehow got up the stairs anyway. Maybe it was luck of something, but he wondered about that. He wondered how he was going to keep going if he felt so weak at the moment. The boy made it to the second floor and stumbled his way into the guest room he had stayed in before. He liked being in his own room, but he couldn’t face that room just yet.
As soon as he was in the room, the boy closed the door behind him softly. As soon as he was alone, the tears began to fall. He couldn’t believe he had done that. Now he felt so incredibly disgusting and like the worst person in the world. His vision was blurry with tears and his eyes were quickly becoming puffy and red. The boy walked over to the bathroom, big mistake. The person he saw string back only made him feel worse. He looked right shit right now. There were a bit of dark circles under his eyes, his clothes were wrinkly and ruffled, his skin was a bit sweaty, and there was a bit of semen dripping from his mouth. It was disgusting, it was horrible and he wanted it to stop. Before he could ever think, his fist slammed into the mirror. He twisted his hand little and more shards fell. The boy looked down at his hand and noted there were shards stuck in his knuckles and on his wrist. It made him smile a little. It wasn’t a happy smile, more of a sick twisted smile. The boy opened the cabinets and started throwing things onto the ground. Occasionally something sharp would cut him or he’d open the wounds on his hand even more. It was kind of funny that it didn’t hurt. Even though he was bleeding so much now, it really didn’t hurt. Maybe it was because he was dead. After all, dead boys didn’t feel anything, right?
He continued to throw things, causing loud crashes that were muffled by the thick walls. No one could hear him. Even if he screamed, no one would hear him through these thick walls. He had left bloody handprints on the wall and made a mess of himself and the bathroom, but he didn’t care. There was glass everywhere and so much blood. It seemed as though the room had one giant stain because there was too much blood. It was alright, though because Des didn’t care about that sort of thing. It was alright if he was hurt or bleeding. It felt better when he was anyway. When he was hurting he knew he was getting the punishment he deserved. He needed to hurt the way he knew Sho was hurting right now. It was only fair he supposed. He soon became tired and slumped to the ground. He was panting, sweating, and covered in blood. He looked like he’d been through hell, he felt like crap, and he couldn’t move anymore. He let his body collapse on the floor and wondered if anyone would notice he had done this, probably not. He just had to clean it up soon. He never had to worry about anyone finding out because no one cared. It was the way things were.
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Post by Braise on Jun 15, 2006 9:05:58 GMT -5
Sho lay in the closet long after Des had left him there. He'd only moved to pull his boxers and shorts back up then curled into a ball in the corner. The boy hadn't told him what to do and in his passion, he'd forgotten every order given by his mother. Too bad....Reaching out Sho closed the door so he could be engulfed in darkness. He liked it in here.....it reminded him of his cell back at In Between and if he could think that, then everything was alright. He was back there, could keep to himself, didn't have a master that was intent on abusing him. He was pretty sure he stayed there for almost the whole day, neglecting his duties and that was proved when a maid opened the door and shrieked to find him inside.
Dully he unfolded himself and walked out, leaving her to stare at the mess on the floor. He had no idea where his master went so he wandered aimlessly, still not used to the house. He coulnd't find his way beack to the bedroom even if he tried. Sighing, shoulders slumped he wandered, lost until he came to the foyer. This he knew....the exit was right there but....He wasn't about to run. He needed even more pain first-to kill the emotions inside he had for Des. He sat on a low bench against one wall, likely staining it with how dirty he was. Not physically dirty just.....with the way he felt right now he was a right mess. Before long Des' mother had come back from...wherever it was she had went. She didn't particularly seem to notice him yet as she gave orders to the other servants, throwing out threats just as she had done with him. Tilting his head he watched and wondered, if by some chance, she would notice him if he kicked over the large crystal vase in the corner. It looked expensive enough,.......Scowling darkly, his mind fixed on anything but what Des had done to him in the closet he, waited....
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 20, 2006 17:36:39 GMT -5
Des could hear someone coming up the stairs. He had long ago memorized the footsteps of the people in the household. At first it had become a game, but now, it was instinct. To the boy it was like second nature to know who was going up and down the stairs. Judging from the graceful steps, he knew it was his mother. She was always worried about how she looked and therefore did everything in an elegant and graceful manner. When she reached the top of the stairs, her footsteps went in the opposite direction of Des’ room. Soon, her footsteps became faint until they finally vanished. She never bothered with him anyway. Unless it was something urgent, she didn’t really talk to him. Today his lessons had been cancelled. His tutor was sick and therefore wouldn’t be coming today. Unlike at school, there were no substitutes for him. When his teacher didn’t come, he had the day off. Today was one of the rare days he wished his tutor had come. He needed something distracting at the moment to make him forgot. He sat up and flinched a little when some glass cut into his palm. His legs weren’t strong at the moment, so it was a miracle they held him steady. Des found that he was trembling. It was hard to understand why, but he was trembling.
The boy looked at the place that had held the mirror. Only small pieces of glass were still being held together. Most of it was on the floor now. The boy’s head was pounding. He wondered why his heart was beating so fast. He wasn’t scared or anything, so why was his heart beating so fast? He wished it’d stop. Maybe if his heart stopped, everything else would too. He could simply stop living and forget it all. It’d be…fun if his heart stopped working. Maybe it’d hurt too. It seemed like it’d hurt to die. He didn’t know for sure, but maybe it’d hurt to die. It sure seemed like it. To have your existence erased and to be forgotten, that much really hurt. If no one remembered him and he wasn’t around anymore, it’d be like he never existed. Why had he even been born? Why had he been brought here? When it’d just been him and his father, things had been better. Those times he had been happy. When they’d just been together and no one else had been around, he hadn’t cried like he did now. But things always changed. Even when you didn’t want them to, they changed and brought forth things you didn’t want. There was no such thing as forever. That was something he had realized a long time ago. Forever didn’t exist at all.
Des stumbled towards the door. He should leave the room and clean up the mess, but now he was tired. He placed his palm against the door to pause for a moment. He was breathing a bit hard right now and he felt a little ill. Des didn’t even notice he had left blood all over the once white door. After a moment, he was able to move again and finally got the door open. The boy made his way slowly towards the bed in the bedroom. He dripped blood as he walked and left stains on the once white carpet. It didn’t matter, though. Someone would come by and clean it. It was kind of funny how things could be so easily erased. If you wanted to make something disappear, like a bad memory, just clean up everything and forget. If you forget, it was almost like it hadn’t happened, and at least then no one would know about it. The boy collapsed again on top of the bed. He created a mess, but didn’t care. The sheets soaked up the blood and the boy looked like a limp rag doll. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek a little against the pillow. Maybe he wouldn’t wake up anymore. Maybe if he fell asleep like this and closed his eyes really tight, he wouldn’t wake up anymore.
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Post by Braise on Jun 20, 2006 23:29:34 GMT -5
Sho was actually disappointed when he wasn't even spared a glance by the lady. It seemed he would always have to tip over some valuable to get here attention. No matter...he'd gotten over his masochistic thoughts for now. He wanted nothing more than to go back to Des' room, change the sheets and lay down. He asked another maid for directions and finally foudn the room easily enough. And he once again found it empty....Well, he wasn't going to stand for that. Des had called him his whore, his piece of flesh to be used and Sho wasn't going to let his master out of his sight. His swirling thoughts even confused him so when he turned and started checking every door along the hall, it didn't surprise him.
He eventually found Des, the boy curled with his back to him. The vampire smelled something on the air and stepped forward until he could see. All he did see was blood-blood everywhere, soaking everything. Yelping he moved onto the bed behind his master, taking the boys hands and inspecting his arms. It looked like he had smashed himself into a solid wall of glass just to watch it stick him with shards. Sho ever so gently began removing shards. Some of them stuck like glue and pricked at his fingers but he didn't give up. By the time he divested the delicate skin of all the glass his master had passed out from pain. Sho walked into the bathroom to get a rag and a basin of water, horrified to find the glass and blood mess on the bathroom tiles. He'd have to clean it up, but for now he'd have to get Des' wounds to stop bleeding.
He soaked a rag in warm water and lugged a basin over to the bed. Gently he cleaned his wounds and ripped his shirt...Des' shirt up for bandages. He wound the cloth around sliced arms and hands and tucked them down, smoothing his master out and covering him once he was satisfied. Afterwards he went into the bathroom to clean up the mess, scraping glass together and cutting himself furthur. He dumped it all into a garbage can in the corner and mopped up the blood before flicking off the lights. Tired and emotionally strained he went to sit in the corner, in the dark, to watch Des sleep. Atleast he'd be all right now.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 21, 2006 13:49:33 GMT -5
When his eyes fluttered open, he noted that his wounds had been tended to. The boy sat up in bed and stared at the empty space in front of him. He tilted his head and noted he say Sho there. It was weird since he had been sure the other wouldn’t come up here. Des could almost laugh. This person, even when he hurt him, always came back. Even when he did bad things to him, this person refused to leave him. It almost made him want to puke. The other was so stupid. Why couldn’t he just say those words, I hate you. I’d be easy to say them and Des was sure the other felt that way. There was no way the other could feel anything else for him except hate. After all, he had caused so much pain for others already, especially Sho. The boy wanted to glare at the other, maybe say something, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have enough strength to snap at the other. The boy looked down at his broken body. It seemed like he was covered in blood. His dark clothes were sticky and wet with the red liquid. Maybe this is what he deserved. Maybe he was meant to always be hurting like this. He couldn’t find another reason as to why he existed except to hurt.
The boy slipped out of bed. He ignored the other in his room and walked slowly towards the balcony door. It hurt to walk or move for that matter, but Des didn’t care. He kept going until he had opened the door. There was a gust of cold air, but the boy ignored it. He kept walking and flinched a little when his bare feet touched the freezing concrete floor. His hair and clothes were ruffled as another breeze passed him. He wasn’t clothed for cold weather, so he was freezing just by stranding outside. The boy looked down and noted he was rather high up. Below was nothing but concrete. It was where his mother had her outdoor parties, so he always had a good view of the stupidities humans did. If he leaned a bit further out, he’d fall. Maybe that’d be interesting. If he fell and died, he wondered what would happen. Would anyone remember him? Or would they remember a lifeless corpse that had fallen and cracked his skull? Did it hurt to die? Probably. You probably felt a lot of pain when you lost your life, but maybe, it was all worth it in the end. The boy looked up at the sky. It was so dark and cloudy right now. You’d think it were nighttime. Maybe it was a sign or something, not that he believed in that sort of thing. He didn’t believe in anything at all.
Maybe once he’d believe in something, but not anymore. He had already turned his back on everything. That’s why, maybe now, it was alright to die. So he leaned forward a bit more and felt himself lose his balance. He knew he’d definitely fall this time. He had actually tried this before, but had failed. He had been scared. He had been afraid to die even though he hadn’t wanted to live. But today, it felt easy. Today it felt like he could really go through with this and let himself fall. He felt himself finally lose his footing and tip over. He was falling off the balcony. It kind of felt like he was flying. When he fell through the air this way, it kind of felt like he was flying, even though he didn’t have wings. He was never going to grow wings, even after he died. He wasn’t worthy of growing wings and bodies, those that killed themselves would never be pure. Des wasn’t pure in any way anymore. His body had been tainted and he had decided to try and end his own life, so that’s why he wasn’t pure. He was unholy. Maybe Sho had seen that too. Maybe that’s why the other hated him, because he was unholy. It was alright if that’s why the other hated him because it was the truth. HE was an unholy being who deserved to be hated.
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Post by Braise on Jun 23, 2006 11:50:07 GMT -5
The vampire watched out of the darkness as his master fluttered awake. He didn't know how long the boy had been sleeping, only that he was cramped from not having moved an inch since sitting. He saw the clothes and cursed. He should've changed him, but he didn't know whose room this was. He had no idea where he'd find somethign to fit his tiny master. Sho shifted when Des got up from the bed. He saw the limp and hoped he'd done a good enough job at wrapping him up. The boy walked towards him and Sho shivered, he didn't want to be touched right now, didn't want to be hurt again. He'd done a good job, hadn't he? But Des wasn't coming for him, didn't even look at him. Instead the boy walked out onto the balcony and Sho stood, cracking his joints as he peeked around the curtains leading to outside.
There was an oncoming storm on the horizon. Lightning painted the dark cloud smudged skies and Sho briefly wondered if maybe he should suggest his master stay inside. It was going to start pouring any minute now. Des walked closer and closer to the edge and a deep pang shot through Sho. He knew what he was going to do even before he attempted it. That was why, when the boy started falling, he was right there. He scrabbled for the back of his shirt, just catching the cloth. It tore under the pressure and sent Sho carrening forward, falling onto his knees. He grabbed skin...and arm and started hauling his master up, balancing forward precariously. He almost had the boy back up when he started tipping, losing his balance and had no footing. Hodling onto his master, he went falling forward, the wind rushing up at them as the picked up speed. Sho gathered his master close and preoccupied himself with aiming for the other balcony not but a few feet below. Lightning cut the sky, throwing them in sharp contrast, skewing his depth perception for a second.
He hit the balcony hard. Something cracked-whether it was his head or something else, he wasn't sure. He knew something was broken...something in his tired, fragile body had given out. Above, the clouds gave out, and big, fat droplets of rain came down on them-soaking away the blood, leaving them in a pool of red. She opened dazed eyes, his body still curled around his master. He hadn't let him hit anything, had protected him as he was supposed to. When the other struggled, he left him go, groaning and whimpering at a sharp pain in his arm. Maybe it was his arm he'd broken. Either way he was felling the consequences of his actions now. Everythign hurt and he could only lay, broken in a pool of his masters blood while the boy uncurled, eyes blinking open to life. He hadn't let him die.....Sho had stopped him from dying. The vampire didn't care how many times the other would hurt him, or had, he didn't deserve to jump off the top of his house and die alone at the bottom of the fall.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 24, 2006 3:59:42 GMT -5
It was stupid. Throwing your life away for someone that had hurt you, it was rather stupid. Des wanted to scream some more, though he hadn’t really screamed before. He wanted to tell the other just how stupid he was and why he was always going to be enslaved. The other didn’t even put up a fight when he was brought here. He did everything he was told and didn’t even plan on escaping. That’s why Des thought he was a fool. If they had switched roles, Des would have killed his master and run. Maybe that’s where they were different. Des wouldn’t care if other people got hurt. As long as he had his revenge, it was fine. Maybe in a way, this was also a sort of revenge. Dying like this…it was his way of screwing them all over for what they’d done to him. In the end, maybe he was just very angry, hurt, and bitter about everything. Life had been so cruel. But Des knew his life probably didn’t compare with Sho’s. There was no comparison. The other would probably think he was pathetic. Their lives didn’t compare. Des was sure the other had been through worse and he was just very pitiful. That’s who Des felt right now, worthless. He couldn’t even die right without someone getting in his way.
The boy struggled out of the other’s arms and looked up at the sky for a second. It was raining so hard now. Des was sure this storm would take a while to pass, but he didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to go anywhere, just stay here. The boy didn’t like being saved. He hadn’t asked for something like that, yet maybe Sho thought differently because he hadn’t let him die. Des hobbled away from the other and sat down in a corner out of the rain. It was under his balcony, so there was shelter from the water. Next to Des was another door that led back into the house, but he didn’t want to do there just yet. In fact, he wasn’t sure he was ever going back into that house again. Sho was sure to tell his mother and she’d send him away again. He didn’t want that at all. He just wanted to be left alone. Before he realized what he was doing, Des was slamming his arm against the wall. He turned his head to look and didn’t even try to stop. His arm had started getting purple, but he didn’t stop. Not even when he started leaving bloodstains did he stop. When he finally pulled his arm back and took a good look at it, it was bleeding and bruised all over. He knew he was crying again. Des had tried to stop crying, but nothing seemed to work and the tears feel anyway. It seemed like he was a real mess right now.
Before he knew it, he was screaming. He was screaming so loudly he didn’t even know what the hell he was screaming about. He began to trash violently and by the way he was screaming, you’d think he was getting murdered. It was then that some maids came outside. Artemis, a strawberry blonde hyper girl, was among them. She gave one sad look at Des before going over to Sho. She looked him over and tried to find some wounds. It was then that the screaming stopped and Des was unconscious. He was lying on the floor motionless and was taking away by the other maids. Only Artemis had stayed to help Sho. She helped him sit up and tried to make sure she didn’t break anything. It seemed Sho had been through a lot too. It would have been better to tell him everything, but she knew she’d get in trouble for saying anything. After all, she was a maid, and didn’t have much a rank or anything in the household. For her to say something would have cost her dearly and while she was sure Sho was nice, there was no way she was giving up her job for him. That’s why she made sure no one was around before she spoke.
“Someone should have warned you about Master Desmond,” she whispered. “He’s not always…all there…if you know what I mean. It’s better to not get involved with him… You’ll get into trouble… He’s…not normal… I can’t say much, but just let him do what he wants and don’t stop him. No one will blame you if he dies. Say you didn’t see him do anything. It’s what the boy wants…just…don’t help anymore…”
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Post by Braise on Jun 25, 2006 6:20:10 GMT -5
Des snaked out of his arms and looked up into the sky. Sho could feel the coldness of the rain soaking his body, soaking his clothes. He watched his master, laying limp on the ground because everything hurt. Sho didn't know what he expected. Maybe Des atleast helping him out of the cold. It seemed he was unworthy to even merit that much. The boy went away from him, sitting in a dry corner under the other balcony. And Sho was left to freeze in the hard downpour. Maybe that was how it should be. He could get sick.....his weak immune system would surely shut down at the first signs of any kind of sickness and then Des wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. Because he had nothing to live for anymore. He was a worthless whore of a pet and he didn't deserve to live. Sho's vision became unfocused and he didn't even try crawling out of the rain. Until Des started beating his arm off the wall, that was.
The boy continuously did it and Sho watched in morbid fascination. How could anyone hurt so bad that they'd sit there and hit themselves until they bled? Maybe he had been wrong...maybe he and Des were more alike then they tended to think. His master was obviously angry that he hadn't let him die. That saddened Sho. Would he get punished for it now? Des had the power, the authority to punish him and since he'd stopped him from dying, he would surely get punished, right? Screaming pierced his ears over the sound of falling rain and Sho shifted, wincing. Des was screaming bloody murder now, and thrashing. His tiny body going every which way. He only stopped when the maids appeared, when he passed out and they took him away from Sho's view. The vampire sorely wanted to get up and go after him. instead a girl came over to check him, pulling him up into sitting position.
He winced when he moved his arm and it felt like his ribs were caving in on his lungs, but other than that he was just bruised. The girl was looking at him sadly and he scowled. Sho didn't like to be pitied. And then she was talking. Sho listened avidly even as she helped him to his feet. To his dimay, he leaned on her heavily and held his arm protectively over his chest. It was broken, he could tell. The bone was jutting out at a wierd angle and sent sharp pain through him everytime he even thought about moving it. Involved? That was a laugh. He was already involved to deeply with his master. In the short two days he'd been here Des had raped him twice. Wasn't that involved? And trouble.....if he didn't get into trouble with this stunt, then there was something seriously wrong with the boys mother. He sighed in pain when they were underneath the dryness of the other balcony and looked down at the girl holding him up. For once, he had to speak. Because no one deserved to die so creully. "I've seen people commit suicide in In Between," he muttered, shivering in his wet clothes. "It's a horrible way to die, and no one deserves it, not even if he is mad. I don't care if it's what he wants. That boy is too spoiled for his own good and you aren't helping by turning a blind eye." He paused to swallow bile as she led him into the room. "He's hurting and not even the people he knows will help him. If I knew things were this bad on the outside, I wouldn't have bothered dreaming." He pushed off of her and stumbled his own way to the door, opening it. "You can turn a deaf ear if you want, miss, but i'm that boys pet. If he dies, I go back....I don't want to go back. I guess i'm just going to have to be beaten every day of my life because i'm not going to sit around and let him jump off balconies. If he's touched in the head, as you say, then I guess I must be too, because i'm not letting him kill himself. I'll...i'll help as much as I want." With that Sho turned and started down the hall, going towards Des' bedroom. That was most likely where the maids had taken him and he was going to sit, he was going to watch and make sure he didn't attempt anything else.
Forget his own wounds and his broken arm, he wasn't stopping. He didn't even turn back to level a sapphire stare at the young maid coming out of the room to watch him. He didn't even wait for her to catch up. If that was how people acted in the house, then no wonder Des wanted to abuse him. It ws to get his own frustration out and Sho was going to let him.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 27, 2006 2:45:40 GMT -5
There were many things about Des that were hard to understand. He had always seemed like a strong boy, so it was hard to know why he did these kinds of things to himself. Most people seemed to think he was ‘normal’ instead of messed up in the head. The boy never seemed to have troubles. Most people thought he lived the perfect life. After all, he was rich, famous, healthy, and given anything he wanted. But…even so…that wasn’t enough for the boy. He felt like he was missing something. It felt like he was numb inside. When he’d been with his father, things had been better. Even though they hadn’t lived as luxuriously as this, they had always smiled. They had been together and that was what had mattered. But he wasn’t a child anymore and things were that simple. It wasn’t like he could just go back to the way things were. His father wasn’t alive anymore. But still, he couldn’t remember when things had gotten so bad. When had he gotten like this? He was sure he hadn’t always been this screwed up in the head, but he couldn’t remember when he had become the person he was now. Nothing made sense to Des anymore. He was confused and couldn’t seem to understand anything. He didn’t like these feelings at all.
He was glad when all the maids left because he hadn’t liked them either. The boy was sure they felt the same way and disliked him too. They never looked him in the eye. Maybe they all thought he was crazy. Who knows, he probably was crazy. They had changed his clothes and put fresh bandages on his wounds. He was wearing silk blue pajamas right now and soft socks. Somehow, being in these clothes didn’t make him feel better. Having his wounds treated didn’t do anything for him either. As soon as he was alone, he reached into his dresser and pulled out a letter opener. They had put him in his bedroom again, but he didn’t want to be here. The sheets were fresh and the curtains had been opened, but nothing they did cheered him up. He brought his hand back, letter opener in his grip, and stabbed the wooden headboard that was connected to his bed. They had told him not to sit up, but he had done it anyway. It wasn’t like they could make him do anything he didn’t want. They weren’t his guardians and had no say in what he did. They knew that too and that’s why no one bothered to mention his actions. He dug the letter opener into the wood and continued to dig it deeper and deeper into the furniture’s surface.
He was making a rather large hole, but he didn’t really care about that. The boy continued to do as he pleased and ignored everyone around him. His mother wouldn’t be pleased with him ruining such things, but she wouldn’t say anything about. Most of the time, she didn’t bother with him unless he did something that really pissed her off. She hardly went into his room anyway, so it wasn’t like she’d see this. His eyes hurt. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been sleeping well or because his eyes were red and puffy from so much crying, but they hurt. Not only that but he had a headache and felt the slightest bit dizzy. He couldn’t help but feel as though his head was too heavy to keep supported like this. It was probably best if he went to sleep or something, but he didn’t want to right now. Sleep never did anything except give him nightmares. Most of the time he ended up starting at the ceiling as though it’d tell him something important. Sometimes he’d stare for hours before he realized what he was doing. Since he didn’t go to school, he didn’t have anyone his own age to be with. Des was always alone and he knew it. There was no way anyone would want to be with him anyway. He had given up on that a long time ago.
That’s why he had stopped caring. He had given up on everything and blocked his feelings. It was probably better this way anyway. He noted that he had gone through the wood and created a large hole now. He could see the wall on the other side, but that didn’t stop him, he continued and began to chip the pain off the wall. Soon, he was creating a rather large hole into the wall. He was sure that if made the hole big enough, he’d be able to see the room on the other side. That might be interested to see he supposed. He eagerly abused the wall and his own hand in the process. He was gripping the sharp metal object so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. He bled a little from his hand, but he didn’t concern himself with it. The blade was getting dull, so he had to put more force to get the sharp object to crack the wall even more. There were loud sounds in his room, but no one bothered to check what he was doing. He didn’t think they would anyway.
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Post by Braise on Jun 28, 2006 7:49:03 GMT -5
Sho had a hard time getting back to the room, let alone finding it, through the haze of pain in his body. Every step earned him a sharp intake of breath because of the way his ribs rubbed, or his arm moved when he tried to hold it still. When he finally did reach the room he stopped and stared at the door, leaning heavily on it with his good side. He was tired, adn that maid hadn't followed him. Good, let her fear Des. He didn't anymore. Not when he had decided to let the boy use his body, let him command anything he wanted. He trully was Des' whore now, not just a pet. His master had tamed his body like no one else had and he was in so much pain, Sho just had to try and help.
He slipped his hand onto the handle of the door and pushed it open, limping inside. He winced at the loud sound coming out of the room and shut the door behind him so people wouldn't come running. His master was seated on the bed, fully awake grinding a....letteropener into the headboard and through the wall. The vampire merely stared in bated confusion for a second befor emoving forward and gripping his masters forearm. He caught sight of the blood and swallowed at the way it enticingly slid over pale skin. Well, too bad. He didn't need to survive on blood and he sure as hell wasn't going to lick it up. He pulled the boys arms away from the wall but couldn't even attempt to get the sharp object out of his hand. His bad arm was still cuddled protectively to his chest so he had no free hands. "You're hurting yourself," he stated simply, and shook the boys arms to show him what he wanted. He wanted him to drop his weapon and lay down, get better. No one deserved to go through so much pain, especially a boy as young as what Des was.
"You hurt yourself every time you take a tantrum or decide to jump off buildings. It's not nice to hurt the body bestowed to you, no matter how much pain you're in. Drop the letter opener and get some sleep, master. You'll need strength..." He wasn't trying to be a hero. He was merly trying to show his wayward master that he wasn't the only one who hurt, he wasn't the only on in unbearable pain.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 28, 2006 13:25:36 GMT -5
The boy simply tilted his head and looked at the other. He had done it again. That man had tried to help him again. Sho only served to confuse him greatly. This person, even when he hurt him, always tried to be nice to him. Even when he’d tried to kill himself, this person wouldn’t let him. Sho didn’t understand at all. The other was like the rest of them. He’d never understand what was going through his mind. It was like this person thought he could just tell him to do something and he’d suddenly be ‘cured.’ No one ever bothered to ask, why. They just told him what to do and expected him to do it, but they never asked him if he was sad, lonely, or depressed. They just assumed things about him and did nothing to try and find the real reasons why. Somehow, the other made him angry. Des didn’t like Sho being to nosy and annoying like this. He wanted the other to hurt him, not worry. So then, he screamed again. He screamed and shrieked like before, not bothering to even acknowledge the other’s presence anymore. He stabbed at the mattress with his sharp letter opener and didn’t even care that he was ruining the expensive bed. There were tearing sounds as the sheets and blankets were torn under Des’ hysterical attack.
Tantrum?! Is this what he called a tantrum?! Did he think he was a child?! Des’ loud noises brought in more maids. They weren’t very pleased to find the boy already freaking out. They tried to pry away the sharp object, but the boy kept trashing and they were afraid of getting stabbed. The boy continued to trash and the maids were getting desperate. A few of them had been kicked and punched by the boy, but luckily hadn’t been stabbed. The boy suddenly fell limp as one of the maids injected a sedative into him with a needle. They were used to the boy doing things like this and kept sedatives in order to keep him calm. No one really knew what was wrong with the boy and no one bothered to ask. All they knew was that the kid was crazy and he was rich, which was the only reason he hadn’t been sent to an institution yet. It was understood that this wasn’t to be mentioned to anyone and that Des was to be kept under watch and control. The boy was unstable and no one wanted him to die, more for appearances than anything else. Des knew this like they did. He wasn’t really important or needed. He knew that really no one cared whether he lived or died. As sad as this was, he knew this well. The boy was picked up and carried off to another room.
The letter opener fell out of his hand and onto the ground, but no one bothered to pick it up even though the blood that was on it was making a stain on the carpet. It seemed like the boy went through rooms faster than he went through underwear. He was placed on top of a fresh bed and tucked into bed. No one bothered to tell Sho anything about what was going on or why the boy was acting the way he was. They didn’t even look at him during all this. The boy was half asleep and looked like he was half dead or something. He didn’t look too good, but then again, he never did. The boy stared up at a ceiling with his eyes half closed. One of his arms dangled off the bed and when his sleeve was rolled up a little, several scars could be seen. In fact, the boy’s body had several scars, though most people didn’t notice or care. The maids were gone, though the boy didn’t notice this. The windows had been shut and curtains covered the boy’s view. He couldn’t see anything outside, though he didn’t want to. He wanted to get up and yell some more or do something, but he was too tired. There was nothing he could do about anything anyway. He was much too weak and tired right now to do anything, so he’d just stay here for a bit he supposed.
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Post by Braise on Jun 28, 2006 15:47:17 GMT -5
All he got for an answer was a glare and something akin to the need to kill in his masters aqua eyes. He jumped back a second before the letter opener was stabbed into the mattress. Sho lost his balance and took a tumble backwards, screaming when he fell on his broken arm. It was drowned out by Des' much louder and more frantic screams. Once again maids sailed into the room. Sho back against the dresser, pain in his eyes as he clutched his arm close. He'd need a cast for it or it would heal crooked. Or maybe no one cared. No one would get him anything and he'd be in pain for the rest of his life from it. He watched through clouded eyes as they administered a sedative to the boy, watched Des slump weakly. They picked his master up and started carrying him to another room. Sho knew this one would be cleaned and fixed before it could be noticed by anyone of importance. He whimpered and stood, glancing at the bloodied letter opener.
He picked it up from a second before tucking it into the waistband of his shorts. It could come in handy later or....it could be disposed of. The vampire limped along behind the procession to a new room. Des was laid on the bed and tucked in. The maids didn't care that he looked sick, that he looked half dead. They didn't bother turning to Sho to tell him anything, merely glared as if to say: don't provoke him again, and walked out. Sho was a pet, he was to be left with his master until otherwise appointed. He walked over and crouched beside the bed, whimpering over his arm. He looked at Des' arm and frowned at the scars. So he cut himself too...? That was alright...Sho had enough of his own cut, self inflicted and otherwise. The lines his thighs and upper arms. No one had ever saw them, and no one had asked.
Sho reached out and touched the soft scar tissue of one particularly outstanding scar. It was soft under his finger and he carressed it gently. He turned his back to the bed and leaned there, just in Des' view. "We're the same almost....well," he chuckled. "Except I don't have your temper or....whatever it is..." He shrugged. "I've made a decision master.....you called me a whore in the closet. Well that's what I am. I am a whore and...because i'm your pet then I can be your whore. I don't care anymore, why should I? There's nothing to care about." He eased his pained arm down a bit to the waistband of his shorts and pulled out the letter opener. It gleamed still with slick red blood and Sho spent time looking at it. "We're both so messed up..." He too it to the skin of his forearm and began carving, biting his lip. It was minutes before he was done, minutes before Des' name glimmered on his arm. When the cuts healed they would scar and he would always belong to Des. Not the way he wanted to belong to someone, but it was done, his mind was made up. He was a piece of property and was always going to be one.
He let the metal fall from his hand onto the carpet before once again cuddling his broken arm to his chest, curling over it. He didn't care about the warmth spilling down his arm, nor the pain anymore. He laid his head on his bent knees and closed his sapphire eyes to the world. Maybe when he moved again things would be a little more easier to understand.
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Post by Ichigo Sumiregawa on Jun 29, 2006 3:36:14 GMT -5
He hadn’t wanted this at all. He hadn’t meant to drive the other over the edge like this. Sho was a good person and it took Des a second to reason that he actually liked that man. Even though he did bad things to him, he didn’t mean them at all. Of course, he couldn’t say anything to the other. These were more secrets for Des to keep. It was his fault the other was so upset now. He wanted to apologize to the other, but he couldn’t just yet. God he felt so stupid. He had been thinking about himself and hadn’t even thought of Sho’s feelings. It’d probably be better if he got Sho out of the way. He could send Sho to do other chores and then they wouldn’t have to be together. It had been stupid to think the other wanted to be with him when it was obvious the other hated him. Des didn’t hold anything against Sho. The other had ever right to be like this. The red haired boy could feel water running down his cheeks. It wasn’t unusual for him to cry. After all, he did it a lot these days. He wanted to close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the other, but couldn’t seem to make them shut. The boy rolled over so that he was on his side and facing Sho. He then sat up slowly and crawled over to the other.
There was indeed a wound there and Des could see it clearly. He crawled past Sho until he reached the end of the bed. The boy then picked up the discarded letter opener. Now it was covered with Sho’s blood. The boy frowned at it a little and tried to keep steady. His arms were strong at the moment and his mind was fuzzy. The boy looked over at the other’s wounds and then back at the sharp object in his hand. Both of them had been hurt with this. Des wondered how much more pain he had to go through before he was allowed to die. Sho didn’t deserve this and Des didn’t want to cause any more trouble. Everything he did ended up causing someone trouble. So the boy raised the weapon and brought it down with as much force as he could muster. There was a sick sound as the blade went trough the child’s hand. Blood instantly came pouring out and stained the sheets even more. The boy pulled out the blade as quickly as he had put it in and stared at it for a few seconds. Now that it had his blood, he had paid for Sho’s. It was sort of a way to make it up to the other. If he bled, then it was like saying sorry for the blood Sho shed. The boy hadn’t stopped crying and he wondered why. He found that he was giggling a little now, though it was rather odd of him to do something like this. He wasn’t feeling well and noted that there was a huge amount of pain coming from his hand. He didn’t bother having someone check up on him and simply raised his hand a little.
The boy reached out to cup the other’s cheek with his bloody hand. The boy smiled at the other as his face was soon covered in blood. Des was offering the vampire his blood and that’s why he was doing this. Des knew the other wanted it and was offering it right now. The smaller male’s hand was bleeding freely and dark liquid traveled from Des’ palm, down his arms, and onto his clothes. There was red everywhere now. Des wanted to make the other understand something, but he knew the other wouldn’t. He knew Sho would never understand and unlike the other thought, they were nothing alike. This was something he didn’t want to talk about, so he wouldn’t tell Sho. To Des, talking about something only made him feel worse about it, so he had stopped talking about things and stopped telling people things. He let actions do the talking for him, though most of his actions only served to confuse people. Des never told you outright what he really wanted and sometimes came off as an odd person, which he was. The boy continued to bleed all over his pet but didn’t even try to stop the blood. Right now, the boy wasn’t concerned with anything but Sho.
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Post by Braise on Jun 30, 2006 6:25:19 GMT -5
A little more easier to understand wasn't even the word. Sho wouldn't have understood if he'd gone to sleep for ten years and suddenly woke up. He was so confused and tired, the blood running from Des hand down his cheek teasing his senses. He looked up at the boy with worried blue eyes, trying to search for a reason. All he found was sazed aqua eyes. Well, he could make his master stop hurting. Sho gently took the hand in his, cupping the back of it in his good hand. He placed his mouth over the wound on the others palm and kissed it before opening it and snaking his tongue out. He swirled it in the blood and lapped it up like some hungry animal. Des' blood filled him with warmth and was sweet on his lips. It had been ages since he'd tasted something so good. In the IN Between all he had was stale bread and water. Now....Sho closed his eyes and lapped at it more insistantly, finally sucking when no more came freely. He cleaned the palm of his masters hand before flipping it, licking at the top. The wound on the boys hand healed, closing shut at Sho's insistance. His own wound, the one he had carved healed, but still the scars were left, reading Demonds name proudly on his forearm. The only thing that was going to have a hard time healing was his arm. It couldn't be fixed with the consumption of blood. A bone was not a flesh wound and he'd still need to have it set.
Finally he turned and laid his head on the bed, submitting to his masters will. He kept his arm curled against him but looked up at Des nonetheless. Sho knocked the letteropener off the bed, put of the boys reach and looked at him tiredly. This was as much attention as he'd been paid in a long time. His stomach was full, not growling in hunger and he could actually think now.
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