Original Stories Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ He loves me //not. ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A/n: All characters in the following "story" belong to me. I'm currently.. attempting on finishing chapter three of "Without a Mind" but I have been experiancing a major writers block when it comes to that damn story. I've started another, which will hopefully get my mind off of it. I had no problem finishing this prologue in about five minutes, so I hope that I can continue with this one. (For the time being.) Anyways, Enjoy! And although it's just a prologue, C&C <.<.
Their relationship had never been defined, exactly.
On a good day, they would speak. On a better day, they would be lovers. On a bad day... well, let's just say Kesou Takagawa tried to stay away from him on the bad days.
It was a gray Saturday morning, and Kesou was stuck in class as per usual. His eyes continuously wandered to the window, and he would find himself drifting off into that peacful place called a Day Dream.
It was his second class, and he could go home for an early lunch that day. One more class left, and he would be done for the weekend.
As the teacher droned on about his lesson, Kesou drifted from his day dreams to the conversation he'd had with him the night before.
~
"You want me to do what?" He'd asked, incredulous.
"You heard me." Was the others reply. Calm, casual as to be expected. His dark eyes moved over Kesou's form, and he backed up. He disliked this look in his eyes. Infact, he didn't dislike it.
He loathed it.
This look always meant physical suffering for him. It was pure irony that he would be in his first 'romantic' situation (if one would even call it that) with such a masochist.
"I can't do it," he'd whispered, his fingers scrabbling for the door knob behind him. "That's too awful, Dai, too awful."
"Whats the matter?" He'd whispered in return, stepping closer. His arm oustretched and he curled his long, lethal fingers around the material of Kesou's shirt, yanking him from the door. The younger boy tried to recoil as he was pulled closer, but his efforts were to no avail.
"What's the matter, Kesou? What's the matter with you? Why won't you do this?" He was snarling now and Kesou was aware that his body had gone numb. "Why won't you do this?" he repeated, almost to himself.
The look in his eyes he'd had previously, had returned and Kesou's back was rammed into the bookshelf that lined the wall adjacent to the libraries entrance.
"Do it for me, Kesou. Do it for us. Don't you want to be with me forever?"
The words. The words, they were on the edge of his tongue.
Yet he could not bring himself to say them. Could not bring himself to tell the only person, the only person who'd ever truly loved him, that he would rather burn in hell.
~
"Oi, Takagawa."
Blinking, Kesou felt his vision focus once more, and realized that he'd zoned out. The teacher was looking rather cross, and most of the students were clearing their things into their bags, preparing for the next period.
Ryuichi Sazumi, one of Kesou's only friends, and a classmate who just happened to sit infront of him, was turned fully in his seat and giving the other boy an odd look.
"You look pale, Takagawa. You sick or something?"
Ryuichi brushed aside a lock of dark hair and looked at him expectantley.
What? Kesou thought. He expects me to anwser him?
With a brief, vacant stare, Kesou knocked all of his books into his backpack and, gripping the straps half-heartedly, rose to his feet.
What was the point? Why was he trying to do anything anymore?
Nothing really mattered to him, really. Nothing except pleasing him. But this wasn't exactly out of desire anymore.
No, it was something more deep then that. More deep then desire, love, even the increasingly decreasing comfort he felt around the other.
It was fear.
A/n: Another note. Sorry. I just would like to state that I have written the prologue in third person. I intend to write the rest in first person, past tense. I do have a tendency to slip betwixt tenses though, so forgive me if I make a wee slip! Thanks.
Their relationship had never been defined, exactly.
On a good day, they would speak. On a better day, they would be lovers. On a bad day... well, let's just say Kesou Takagawa tried to stay away from him on the bad days.
It was a gray Saturday morning, and Kesou was stuck in class as per usual. His eyes continuously wandered to the window, and he would find himself drifting off into that peacful place called a Day Dream.
It was his second class, and he could go home for an early lunch that day. One more class left, and he would be done for the weekend.
As the teacher droned on about his lesson, Kesou drifted from his day dreams to the conversation he'd had with him the night before.
~
"You want me to do what?" He'd asked, incredulous.
"You heard me." Was the others reply. Calm, casual as to be expected. His dark eyes moved over Kesou's form, and he backed up. He disliked this look in his eyes. Infact, he didn't dislike it.
He loathed it.
This look always meant physical suffering for him. It was pure irony that he would be in his first 'romantic' situation (if one would even call it that) with such a masochist.
"I can't do it," he'd whispered, his fingers scrabbling for the door knob behind him. "That's too awful, Dai, too awful."
"Whats the matter?" He'd whispered in return, stepping closer. His arm oustretched and he curled his long, lethal fingers around the material of Kesou's shirt, yanking him from the door. The younger boy tried to recoil as he was pulled closer, but his efforts were to no avail.
"What's the matter, Kesou? What's the matter with you? Why won't you do this?" He was snarling now and Kesou was aware that his body had gone numb. "Why won't you do this?" he repeated, almost to himself.
The look in his eyes he'd had previously, had returned and Kesou's back was rammed into the bookshelf that lined the wall adjacent to the libraries entrance.
"Do it for me, Kesou. Do it for us. Don't you want to be with me forever?"
The words. The words, they were on the edge of his tongue.
Yet he could not bring himself to say them. Could not bring himself to tell the only person, the only person who'd ever truly loved him, that he would rather burn in hell.
~
"Oi, Takagawa."
Blinking, Kesou felt his vision focus once more, and realized that he'd zoned out. The teacher was looking rather cross, and most of the students were clearing their things into their bags, preparing for the next period.
Ryuichi Sazumi, one of Kesou's only friends, and a classmate who just happened to sit infront of him, was turned fully in his seat and giving the other boy an odd look.
"You look pale, Takagawa. You sick or something?"
Ryuichi brushed aside a lock of dark hair and looked at him expectantley.
What? Kesou thought. He expects me to anwser him?
With a brief, vacant stare, Kesou knocked all of his books into his backpack and, gripping the straps half-heartedly, rose to his feet.
What was the point? Why was he trying to do anything anymore?
Nothing really mattered to him, really. Nothing except pleasing him. But this wasn't exactly out of desire anymore.
No, it was something more deep then that. More deep then desire, love, even the increasingly decreasing comfort he felt around the other.
It was fear.
A/n: Another note. Sorry. I just would like to state that I have written the prologue in third person. I intend to write the rest in first person, past tense. I do have a tendency to slip betwixt tenses though, so forgive me if I make a wee slip! Thanks.