Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Ring ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ru-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
Ru: Ehh...I'm not sure what I'm doing with this fic...T_T
Rui: What the hell does that mean?
Ru: I know what's going to happen soon, but not how I'm going to get there.
Rui: *rolls eyes* Idiot.
Ru: I know...*sigh* Damn me.
Rui: Too late.
Ru: T_T Idiot.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I'm a native of Japan who created Gravitation in all its glory? No. I'm too poor to be the creator, and I don't draw that well. Thank you.
Warning: Must we go over this again. Characters will be OOC because some of the background has been changed. I'm not a hyper person, so hyper people are difficult for me. Also...shounen ai and yaoi ahead. Be warned. Homophobes...I don't want you here. Why are you here?
...
Demon Ring
Chapter 4
~
Ryuichi was the first one to wake up. This was usually the case, since the demon tended to be an early riser. This particular morning, however, Ryuichi woke up in someone else's bed.
The ceiling looked the same as the ceiling in his room and the bed was just as comfortable. It was only when Ryuichi yawned and tried to stretch and his hand brushed up against a warm body that he realized that someone was asleep next to him, and it was only when he carefully turned to look at the sleeping body that he realized who it was.
Shit.
Why the hell was he in bed with Tatsuha?! Quickly, Ryuichi checked to see what he was wearing. He was completely clothed.
Thank God.
That still didn't explain why he was in bed with the young painter. He hadn't had enough alcohol the night before to warrant the complete memory blank he was experiencing...that could only mean one thing.
Ryu-chan. That little...! Ryuichi didn't know when his other personality had taken over, but he did not like it. Especially since Ryu-chan liked Tatsuha and had probably tried to make him feel better after he'd intentionally hurt his feelings.
Speaking of Tatsuha...Ryuichi sat up so that he could look down at the sleeping boy. Tatsuha looked stressed even when he was sleeping. A frown slightly creased his forehead and his lips were tight with tension. He was still lovely despite this. Ryuichi's gaze slid over Tatsuha's features as if he were memorizing them, taking in the pale curves of his face and how his long dark eyelashes curled lightly against his skin when his eyes were shut.
So lovely...Ryuichi's hand rose of its own volition and his fingers ghosted over Tatsuha's brow, almost tenderly smoothing the slight crease there. The young painter sighed softly in his sleep, and the tension dissipated somewhat. His face took on a more vulnerable, unguarded look that made him look years younger and impossibly innocent. It was a look that made Ryuichi's breath catch in his throat as he stared, transfixed, at the sleeping boy.
Beautiful...his gaze drifted idly over Tatsuha's features until Ryuichi found himself staring at the boy's mouth, his lips parted almost imperceptibly. They looked soft, inviting, and Ryuichi was leaning forward before he had really thought about it, his eyes fixed on Tatsuha as his mouth sought out and found that of the boy beneath him, his lips brushing against Tatsuha's own in a caress so light that their mouths almost did not touch at all. Sighing inwardly, Ryuichi let his eyes slide shut for one moment as he enjoyed the moment of peaceful contentment he was experiencing.
Wait...Ryuichi's eyes shot open and he threw himself off of the bed and away from the unlikely source of the peace he had felt. Curling into a self protective ball, Ryuichi stared blankly at the bed he had just vacated, his eyes wide with horror. What was he doing?! How could he have done it? He hated Tatsuha didn't he? Didn't he?! Ryuichi clutched at his head, a desperate moan bubbling from between his lips. This was insane!
Panicked, Ryuichi struggled to his feet, his hands fumbling awkwardly before he succeeded in opening the door and fled from the apartment and his oblivious roommate.
Back in his room, Tatsuha turned over in his sleep, a small and innocent smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
...
Ryuichi ran like mad, his only objective to get as far away from Tatsuha as he could. He continued to run until, gasping for breath, he collapsed onto a nearby bench overlooking the city.
What had he done? How could he have kissed Tatsuha like that... What was he thinking?!
Groaning, Ryuichi buried his head in his hands. He didn't care about Tatsuha. He hated Tatsuha. He wanted to kill Tatsuha. He wanted to hurt Tatsuha. He wanted Tatsuha to die painfully and slowly and he wanted the boy to die knowing that he was hated and that Ryuichi hated him.
He remembered how Tatsuha had stiffened when he had wrapped his arms around his waist. He remembered how gentle the boy had been in pushing him away, even when Ryuichi had obviously been trying his damndest to hurt his feelings. He remembered how Tatsuha's eyes had darkened with pain and humiliation when Ryuichi had taunted him about the one thing that came close to defining who Tatsuha really was. He could picture him so clearly, the hurt in his eyes making him seem so vulnerable and tragic.
He had been beautiful through all of it. A lovely, damaged innocent with no one to help him and an angry, hateful demon to break him. And Ryuichi wanted to break him. He wanted to rip him apart from the inside out, to tear his soul to pieces before he ripped apart his flesh.
He did not want to see Tatsuha smile at him the way he had smiled when he was asleep. He did not want to see Tatsuha relax the heavy emotional shields he used to protect himself. He did not want to be the source of any of the boy's happiness, and he did not want to protect the absolutely captivating innocence Tatsuha had just shown him.
He hated Tatsuha. He didn't want him. Not at all.
He only wished he didn't feel as if he were trying to convince himself.
...
Ru: This was...short.
Rui: And bad. You forgot bad.
Ru: I would normally respond, but I've decided you're not worth it.
Rui: That's only because you can't think of a decent comeback, because you know that I'm right. You suck.
Ru: T_T I am in control of my emotions.
Rui: I see flamers. They want to tell you to stick to your day-job.
Ru: *grits teeth* ...
Rui: Did I mention that this is one of the worst attempts at writing that you've ever made?
Ru: Ten...nine...eight...
Rui: I'm sure that-
Ru: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rui: O_O;;;
Ru: *coughs* I'm done. ^_^
Rui: I see...idiot.
Ru: Well then...I think I'm done for now. I'll try to write another chapter in less time than it took me to get chapter 3 out.
Rui: That shouldn't be difficult.
Ru: Right...*coughs* I'll just be leaving...*runs*
Rui: What the hell?! T_T Come back!
Rui: What the hell does that mean?
Ru: I know what's going to happen soon, but not how I'm going to get there.
Rui: *rolls eyes* Idiot.
Ru: I know...*sigh* Damn me.
Rui: Too late.
Ru: T_T Idiot.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I'm a native of Japan who created Gravitation in all its glory? No. I'm too poor to be the creator, and I don't draw that well. Thank you.
Warning: Must we go over this again. Characters will be OOC because some of the background has been changed. I'm not a hyper person, so hyper people are difficult for me. Also...shounen ai and yaoi ahead. Be warned. Homophobes...I don't want you here. Why are you here?
...
Demon Ring
Chapter 4
~
Ryuichi was the first one to wake up. This was usually the case, since the demon tended to be an early riser. This particular morning, however, Ryuichi woke up in someone else's bed.
The ceiling looked the same as the ceiling in his room and the bed was just as comfortable. It was only when Ryuichi yawned and tried to stretch and his hand brushed up against a warm body that he realized that someone was asleep next to him, and it was only when he carefully turned to look at the sleeping body that he realized who it was.
Shit.
Why the hell was he in bed with Tatsuha?! Quickly, Ryuichi checked to see what he was wearing. He was completely clothed.
Thank God.
That still didn't explain why he was in bed with the young painter. He hadn't had enough alcohol the night before to warrant the complete memory blank he was experiencing...that could only mean one thing.
Ryu-chan. That little...! Ryuichi didn't know when his other personality had taken over, but he did not like it. Especially since Ryu-chan liked Tatsuha and had probably tried to make him feel better after he'd intentionally hurt his feelings.
Speaking of Tatsuha...Ryuichi sat up so that he could look down at the sleeping boy. Tatsuha looked stressed even when he was sleeping. A frown slightly creased his forehead and his lips were tight with tension. He was still lovely despite this. Ryuichi's gaze slid over Tatsuha's features as if he were memorizing them, taking in the pale curves of his face and how his long dark eyelashes curled lightly against his skin when his eyes were shut.
So lovely...Ryuichi's hand rose of its own volition and his fingers ghosted over Tatsuha's brow, almost tenderly smoothing the slight crease there. The young painter sighed softly in his sleep, and the tension dissipated somewhat. His face took on a more vulnerable, unguarded look that made him look years younger and impossibly innocent. It was a look that made Ryuichi's breath catch in his throat as he stared, transfixed, at the sleeping boy.
Beautiful...his gaze drifted idly over Tatsuha's features until Ryuichi found himself staring at the boy's mouth, his lips parted almost imperceptibly. They looked soft, inviting, and Ryuichi was leaning forward before he had really thought about it, his eyes fixed on Tatsuha as his mouth sought out and found that of the boy beneath him, his lips brushing against Tatsuha's own in a caress so light that their mouths almost did not touch at all. Sighing inwardly, Ryuichi let his eyes slide shut for one moment as he enjoyed the moment of peaceful contentment he was experiencing.
Wait...Ryuichi's eyes shot open and he threw himself off of the bed and away from the unlikely source of the peace he had felt. Curling into a self protective ball, Ryuichi stared blankly at the bed he had just vacated, his eyes wide with horror. What was he doing?! How could he have done it? He hated Tatsuha didn't he? Didn't he?! Ryuichi clutched at his head, a desperate moan bubbling from between his lips. This was insane!
Panicked, Ryuichi struggled to his feet, his hands fumbling awkwardly before he succeeded in opening the door and fled from the apartment and his oblivious roommate.
Back in his room, Tatsuha turned over in his sleep, a small and innocent smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
...
Ryuichi ran like mad, his only objective to get as far away from Tatsuha as he could. He continued to run until, gasping for breath, he collapsed onto a nearby bench overlooking the city.
What had he done? How could he have kissed Tatsuha like that... What was he thinking?!
Groaning, Ryuichi buried his head in his hands. He didn't care about Tatsuha. He hated Tatsuha. He wanted to kill Tatsuha. He wanted to hurt Tatsuha. He wanted Tatsuha to die painfully and slowly and he wanted the boy to die knowing that he was hated and that Ryuichi hated him.
He remembered how Tatsuha had stiffened when he had wrapped his arms around his waist. He remembered how gentle the boy had been in pushing him away, even when Ryuichi had obviously been trying his damndest to hurt his feelings. He remembered how Tatsuha's eyes had darkened with pain and humiliation when Ryuichi had taunted him about the one thing that came close to defining who Tatsuha really was. He could picture him so clearly, the hurt in his eyes making him seem so vulnerable and tragic.
He had been beautiful through all of it. A lovely, damaged innocent with no one to help him and an angry, hateful demon to break him. And Ryuichi wanted to break him. He wanted to rip him apart from the inside out, to tear his soul to pieces before he ripped apart his flesh.
He did not want to see Tatsuha smile at him the way he had smiled when he was asleep. He did not want to see Tatsuha relax the heavy emotional shields he used to protect himself. He did not want to be the source of any of the boy's happiness, and he did not want to protect the absolutely captivating innocence Tatsuha had just shown him.
He hated Tatsuha. He didn't want him. Not at all.
He only wished he didn't feel as if he were trying to convince himself.
...
Ru: This was...short.
Rui: And bad. You forgot bad.
Ru: I would normally respond, but I've decided you're not worth it.
Rui: That's only because you can't think of a decent comeback, because you know that I'm right. You suck.
Ru: T_T I am in control of my emotions.
Rui: I see flamers. They want to tell you to stick to your day-job.
Ru: *grits teeth* ...
Rui: Did I mention that this is one of the worst attempts at writing that you've ever made?
Ru: Ten...nine...eight...
Rui: I'm sure that-
Ru: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rui: O_O;;;
Ru: *coughs* I'm done. ^_^
Rui: I see...idiot.
Ru: Well then...I think I'm done for now. I'll try to write another chapter in less time than it took me to get chapter 3 out.
Rui: That shouldn't be difficult.
Ru: Right...*coughs* I'll just be leaving...*runs*
Rui: What the hell?! T_T Come back!