Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Demonic Landing ❯ That Which Begins ( Prologue )
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.18.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 442 | Status: Work In Progress
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.18.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 442 | Status: Work In Progress
"Masuki Yamatake...” The soft murmur tickled his ear. "What?" He whispered back. "Can I crash at your place tonight?" His friend, Yosu Kinakade, had an abusive father; he often came to stay with Masuki. Yosu didn’t like to get into the details to much about his father, but Masuki knew he didn’t like him very much either. They had been fighting for as long as Yosu could remember, and he didn’t know anything about his mother, that was all Masuki did know. Masuki himself, lived alone, it was an arrangement made by his rich foster mother, whom now he barely even talked to, She just wanted him out of her hair, Masuki knew that, and still he yearned to be accepted by her, so he strove to do his best in his studies.
"Sure, we can study finals together." "Your mind is always wrapped up in school work Masuki.""Nothing wrong with that." Whispers were drowned out by the sound of a bell chime, school was ending. Yosu and Masuki walked together down twisted spiral staircases, to the ground floor, today was as uneventful as the rest. Masuki stopped to look at Yosu, he had black hair, light brown eyes, and he smiled a lot, that’s what he liked best about Yosu, was the fact that he could smile so freely, without any reason, Masuki wanted to be as cheerful. He had spent his life quiet. Shy, reserved, and without a single friend, until Yosu.
"I'll swing home first; there were a few things I wanted to show you." "Yeah, I have some things to do, go ahead." Masuki waved to Yosu as he bolted off. Yosu lived in a small, grimy trailer with his father, Yosu knew that he hated him, though he still couldn’t bring himself to hate his father, he might have been to family oriented. Yosu opened the door, his father was watching TV, Yosu had been holding in his breath. He walked past the chair, to get to his room, not a word out of his father, he retreated into his room and locked the door, feeling relieved. He grabbed the folder that he wanted to take to Masuki’s house, somewhat of a present for him, and walked back out to the living room.
“You need anything before I leave..?” Yosu asked his father in a quiet, dull tone, a grunt was his reply. Yosu shook his head and got a drink out of the fridge, “I’m going to spend the night at Masuki’s, that’s alright with you to isn’t it?” Yosu asked. “Get me a beer.” His father sounded hoarse. Yosu did as he was told, “I don’t care what you little faggots do, just get your grades up so you can get the hell out of my house.” Yosu nodded at the cold words, and turned towards the door, this was his father, he would just have to accept that fact. He opened the door, and went on his way to Masuki’s house.
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Home, Masuki wanted nothing more than a shower. He always liked them cold. Always. It felt nice, he hadn’t had much sleep recently, school work. Masuki set some clothes out for when he would be done, and he went into the small bathroom, turning on the cold water faucet, and stepping into the cold downpour. He closed his eyes, and in that state he began to relax, his forehead felt as though pulsating. In that comfortable darkness of his mind, he began to concentrate on all other senses, besides sight. Masuki could hear something over the sound of the shower, though only barely.
His concentration deepened, the sound was becoming clearer, louder. Nails, fingernails, it sounded like they were scratching a wet surface. Fingernails? Masuki felt a warm breath tickle its way up his neck. His eyes open, Masuki spun around, slipping in recoil to the slippery floor. He hit his head against the ledge of the tub, and landed half out of the shower, and onto the furry rug that covered the bathroom floor. Masuki groaned, rubbing his head, "Dammit..." He muttered, he concluded he was imaging things. All day looking at numbers on a board a few feet away, of course his vision was going to suffer, he thought about the problems to seriously. Yosu was right, his mind was always wrapped up with work, it’s why he always seemed so depressed
Stretching his arms out, joints popping. Masuki, drying himself off, watched his reflection in the mirror, he could see himself perfectly clear. Again. That screeching noise, Masuki turned slowly, the curtain was pulled all the way over, and he hadn’t left it like that, had he? He just fell out. He walked calmly to the curtain and pulled it back, peering inside... He saw nothing. Sighing, he let go of the curtain. Within that very instant, for just one second, Masuki could hear his own heartbeat against his chest, it sounded as though it was punching against his ribcage, and his entire body felt, tense. This lurching sensation, someone was in here with him, and they're slitting his throat over the bathtub.
Masuki's eyes widened, the pain burned like a thousand needles digging into the soft tissues of his throat to his stomach, then within that single second the entire world snapped back to him, and he heard his own choked scream gurgle from his bloody lips. His body fell limply into the shower, making a loud noise as his bare skin skidded against the wet, slippery surface. Blood was seeping from the wound, all over his chest, legs, and the floor. The other person in the room turned the shower off, Masuki's shaking hands lifted against the tiles, trying desperately to get up. That noise, Masuki thought, his fingernails splintering against the tiles in a panic for his life. He started to feel cold throughout his body, and then he started to feel nothing, numb. His breath came in small erratic pants, he was dying.
His eyes darted around him, he saw into the dark soulless eyes of the man who had done this to him, watching him with that melancholy expression. A dull grin laden on his face, as the blood spurted around the running water, rushing into the drain, his entire body was freezing, shaking. He couldn’t breath anymore, his lungs felt frozen, this was going to consume him soon. The feeling of its embrace was crushing over him, the embrace of sleep, eternal sleep, was forcing him into submission. One of his fingernails chipped a nail, as they screeched, smearing red blood across the once gray tiles. Masuki felt his own heart speed from thundering to withering, as he watched those eyes watch him stare into each other.
He was searching into those dark eyes, as if asking for some sort of reason, explanation. Why was he targeted like this? What had he done? Masuki chipped another fingernail as they pulled crumbling pieces off of the tiles, that noise still filling his ears as his body lurched, as though having a seizure. The man came closer, kneeling down, closer, so their faces touched softly, “What’s wrong child? Are you scared..? Do not fear death if that’s what you are, it will be many years before death takes you...” His elegant voice rolled off his tongue like a purr, those eyes seared into him, this man was far from human. “You will be caught in this moment for years to come, unable to escape or change your fate, like the dream that does not end…” Masuki choked on his own blood again, as the man laughed.
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Yosu, walked along the railroad tracks to Masuki's house, the shortcut was as amusing as it was useful, drunken fights, screaming hookers, you never knew with this tiny little piece of hell. Yosu turned suddenly as he heard a noise, he saw a homeless man punch another man in the face, he watched for a moment, idly wondering what they were fighting about. He shrugged it off, he had better things to do today that indulge on what the decay of society had to offer, and today he had something for Masuki.
Yosu saw Masuki's house and smiled, they had known each other for years. The apartments were nice here, Masuki got to live all alone in one, and Yosu enjoyed spending that loneliness together... Yosu knocked at the door waiting. Generally, he didn’t like people, but he made an exception. Masuki was just calm and agreeable by nature, he was hard not to get along with, since he was so passive about almost everything. Yosu wants to find what he's passionate about, so he had looked up a few things and printed out topics for them to read and also study, he would get Masuki to open up to him.
"Shower is running..." He said quietly as he walked into the house, locking the door behind him. "Well, well, came in after all, you must really want to see this guy." Yosu stood frozen in the small hallway, that icy voice was a mix between a purr and a deep growl. Yosu couldn’t see who it was yet, the wall obstructed his sight. Yosu walked to the end of the hall, on Masuki's couch was a tall man, long dark purple hair fell around his face and chest in the most bizarre style. They twisted and spiked around his head, long braids, and strands of encased hair fall around his face, and hips. The gradient of the color such an enriched color of purple, a plum-like color.
His eyes black with yellow slits in the middle, long fingernails twisted at the ends, his skin so pale he could almost be considered transparent. "So, you wanted your friend? Well sorry, wish I'd known that, I'd let you two have some time...”
"What the fuck does that mean?" Yosu asked with shaking hands, anger and hatred was boiling inside him. "He's taking a shower, I suppose you could have what’s left of the will in him." The man chuckled, Yosu turned, sprinting to the bathroom, tearing the door open. Masuki was in the tub, blood everywhere, Yosu ran his shaking fingers down Masuki's arm, finding his wrist, he waited, a pulse though faint. "His soul will belong to me when it leaves his body." The man’s footsteps echoed.
"What are you? Why are you doing this to Masuki?" Yosu yelled angrily. "Why? Well this body is nearly done for, too big for my taste, that cute one over there is perfect. Flawless. So it must be mine." Yosu glared at the man, Masuki was slipping away. Yosu pulled him out of the bathtub, "I’m guessing you won’t let me pass...?" Masuki was still but his shaking eyes looked back into his. "Something like that." Yosu nodded, "Thought so...You haven’t told me, what are you?" Those slitted eyes taking him in. "You...Did you love this boy or something?" He asked his eyes trained upon Masuki. "I just turned 15 a week ago." "....Oh was that your answer, or were you just dodging the question?" Yosu held Masuki to his chest.
"I know I need Masuki...Why can’t you find someone else?" Masuki was ice cold now, would he be able to save him? Yosu's chest heaved as his body shook, he didn’t know how to deal with this, would he be able to save, Masuki?.
"Poor fools."The man turned away, leaving them. Yosu starred into Masuki's eyes, the brightest shades of blue he'd ever seen, laced with tears. "Can you still hold on?" Yosu asked. His cold fingers digging into Yosu's arm, he couldn’t speak. "I'll kill him Masuki." Yosu was shaking with rage. Masuki’s fingers would tense, and tighten, then loosen, the cycle repeated every time he took in breath. Yosu was staring into those eyes, wondering what thoughts could possibly be behind them. “Yosu.....” Masuki’s voice was barely coherent, blood was now soaking Yosu’s clothes.
Masuki’s eyes stared into his, Masuki knew only fear, only pain right then. He wanted to tell Yosu to run, that that man was not a normal man, that he wasn’t human, that Yosu should continue to live. Masuki wanted to see him smile, he knew he wouldn’t, but that’s what caused them to be friends in the end. When they met, Masuki was going to tell him to go away, but he had never seen someone so carefree in person, he wanted to know him, and he was glad he got to know Yosu. Masuki’s body began shaking briefly, the seizures lasting a few seconds, then returning.
He held him, until the shaking stopped, and the light faded from his eyes. Yosu stood slowly, walking towards the door. "I'll kill him...” Yosu seethed, his throat felt dry. Masuki was gone, he would never see those eyes stare back into his, and he would kill that man for taking such a precious treasure.
"Oh, will you?" The voice he heard startled him. Yosu turned hesitantly, Masuki was standing, blood still spilling from his neck. "Masuki, what the fuck?" He stepped back, he just watched him die. Now he stood, naked and soaked with blood and water. "No, fool. I told you; once the boy dies his soul is mine." Yosu stared at the person who used to be Masuki, those innocent eyes now a dark steely color, his body almost gray tinted. "Masuki's...body is injured...You'll just die...”
"I'm a demon fool. It will take more than that."Yosu shook his head. "Those...Those kinds of things don’t exist." His voice cracked, tears in his eyes. "Awww, you miss your friend? Come give him a hug." The man in Masuki's body stepped forward and embraced him. "You aren’t Masuki anymore, get off...” Yosu growled grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away. "You'll break his heart though...” He snickered. "You want to know a secret..?" Masuki's body embraced him again, this time closer, "He is in here...A small...tiny piece of his soul, buried within...He's screaming...Telling you to run away...” He chuckled darkly; Yosu's body began to tremble.
"You wanted him, right? Have you ever had him?" Yosu glared at the question. "No you sick bastard. Masuki isn’t into the same sick shit you’re into..." He snarled. "Mmm...Is that so?" Laughing, the man left the bathroom. Yosu walked after him, "A...Demon...? Why here..?" Yosu's voice was soft. "My name is Inagi. I am here because I feel like it." Inagi pulled on pants, they were set out. "I’m...also meeting a friend."
"Inagi, you wanted me?" Yosu turned his head, a dark haired man, with glaring red eyes was towering over him, grinning like a madman. "Yes...Dear Kruzic, this boy...Yosu, he saw me take this body so I figured, you'd need a new one, kept him here for you...” Inagi's lips curled into a smirk. "How considerate." Kruzic chuckled, turning those glowing eyes onto Yosu. Yosu’s fists balled, and he swung at Kruzic, the man laughed before disappearing, Yosu stumbling forward, from putting his entire body into the punch.
He heard the man in his head, the voice echoed. “Hey there boy, don’t get to ahead of yourself now, small human boy, against two demons? Why don’t you just lay down and beg us to be quick.” Dark laughter filled his head. Yosu closed his eyes and shook his head in irritation. “I don’t care what you are...You...You guys killed Masuki...He was going to become my best friend, I know he was, what do you guys have against people anyway? Your just crazy fucking murderers, and that’s all you’ll ever be, doesn’t that piss you off?” Yosu was yelling in rage now. Inagi chuckled.
“Poor, poor fool...He really misses his friend though doesn’t he Kruzic?” Yosu heard them both laughing, though he still couldn’t see where Kruzic had gone. “It's almost like how we used to be, it’s almost sad to break them apart.” Kruzic didn’t sound serious at all, laughing in the middle of his sentence. “Well, poor fool, I guess it wouldn’t hurt…” Inagi had an eerie looking smile on his face, Yosu whipped around as he felt a hand trace along his spine, Kruzic had reappeared. “Not a bad body, I think I’ll enjoy it.” Yosu took another swing at the demon man, he dodged again, this time without disappearing, “Child, we don’t want to play with you.”
“Yosu!” Masuki’s voice choked out, blood spilling from his lips again. “Masuki?” Yosu looked at the violently shaking body of his friend, “MASUKI!” Yosu grabbed him by the shoulders, “You’re in there…I’ll get you out...Don’t worry…” Masuki’s hands clutched the front of his shirt, lifting his body up slightly, Yosu supported his back with his hands. “Yo...su...Yosu…...” Masuki started to pant again. “I'm here…Don’t worry…” Yosu said back to the frantic toned Masuki. “Yosu…Help…” His voice was soft, Yosu nodded. “Your forgetting boy, I’m taking your body.” Kruzic said, sneering.
"Fuck you, you think I'd let my body be-" Yosu screamed as something sharp ripped through his back. Yosu turned to see Masuki, no...Inagi's eyes. "Say goodnight, Fool, You have been deceived." The pain was unbearable, Masuki's once gentle eyes staring him down, knife ripping further across his chest. Kruzic watched with a smirk, "Nice body, I think I'll take it." Yosu hit the floor, shaking and coughing. "I'll show you what a demon really is...” Dark laughter filled Yosu's waning consciousness, he was smothered in what felt like acid, and terror consumed his mind. Inagi watched the possession conclude, the person who was once Yosu stood.
Inagi smirked at him, "What will you do now with your new body, hmm..?" Kruzic looked at him grinning, "First thought in my mind is to fuck you raw, but I think tonight I'm going to show this poor, confused human what a REAL demonic possession looks like." Kruzic's voice laced with excitement. "Well then, be my guest, I should patch up this body anyway." Inagi walked down the hall, "Hurry back." He chuckled. “Before I go...Though...I do want to see just how...Well this body is as a vassal...” Kruzic’s hands held Inagi firmly in place where he sat. “Oh, did you really?” Inagi chuckled, “Let me fix the body first, and then you can destroy it again, how’s that?”
“Well that sounds perfect, I have no objections…” Kruzic moved away from Inagi and started to tear through dressers looking for clothes that weren’t soaked in blood. Inagi wrapped the wound he had around his chest, “That should heal up fine.” He said in a bored voice. “What’s wrong Inagi?” “I’m hungry, when you get back lets go somewhere.” Kruzic nodded. “Anything you want to do is fine with me.” He pulled on clean, bloodless clothes. “It's time I take my leave.” Kruzic said walking towards the door. “Don’t be too long. I’m not patient.” Inagi said as he was leaving.
Kruzic was out the door and striding down the dusk tinted city, Yosu's memories told Kruzic exactly where to go. The house where former Yosu lived. The paint chipping away on the dirty green trailer. Kruzic had the bloody knife in his hand, the other opened the door. Yosu's father was sitting in a beat up recliner a cigarette's ash fell from the cherry onto the floor. "What your boyfriend dump you, you ugly little faggot..?" The hoarse voice grumbled. Kruzic walked up behind the chair, he leaned over next to the man's ear. "Naw daddy, I fucked his tight ass in, I just forgot to say I love you."
"What the fuck?" The man sputtered, Kruzic giggled and licked his ear, "I love you, papa...” He breathed hotly onto Yosu's father’s neck, his other arm coming around and stabbing him straight through the forehead. The man screamed his body tensing as he launched himself at his gun. He grabbed the old shotgun with shaking hands and fired it once into the ground before slumping against the wall and slowly sliding down to the floor. He stood there looking into Yosu's eyes, panic and fear on his face as he slipped away.
"Don’t worry. You'll like it where you’re going...Plenty of 'faggots' to kick around. Not sure how well you'll be against them though, they're rather instinctual." Yosu chuckled darkly, those where the last things his father heard before his life ended. Kruzic's happy smile lingered as he watched the blood seeping from the body, they trailed down the dirty dents in the floor to the wooden floorboards where they traveled along the curved indention, small streams of blood splitting off from there and soon the scene was a beautiful masterpiece in Kruzic's mind. The man that tormented Yosu, now he had his revenge.
Kruzic knelt down, taking a long drag from the cigarette that had fallen. Inside that raging storm of sin within Kruzic's soul, he could hear Yosu screaming out, the agony and the horror making him cry out again and again. Though Kruzic just laughed, and turned out the door and headed to where Inagi was waiting, for him to return. The darkening city began to glow yellow with the transition to night, no one was around barely a car on the highway, and he would have to put on some fresh clothes at Inagi's new place. Kruzic smiled, so it was to begin, soon.
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Inagi hummed to himself in a cheerful mood, he had to wash the blood off, since the wounds where all stitched up. He turned the knobs to boiling, the water’s steam fogged the mirrors before he even got in. The water was so boiling hot that it left searing red marks all across Masuki’s skin as it touched him, the onslaught of water burning into his flesh, Inagi sighed in relief, “This feels nice, doesn’t it Masuki? Oh wait, you liked these cold didn’t you, well, where I come from things are hot all the time you don’t mind do you?” Inagi continued the cheerful humming for the duration of the shower. Inside of him, Masuki was trapped, unable to die, unable to realize the situation, only feel.
Inagi finished, he turned to the mirror, Masuki couldn’t see his reflection in the glass, though in his current state, he might not have even realized that was him. Inagi strolled down the hallway, opening the fridge. “Oh, you like juice, good.” He grabbed a juice box and sat on the couch, which was the first thing he had done when he had entered the house as well. “Well, from now on It looks like we’ll get to know each other really well now wont we Masuki-Chan?” Inagi’s mood was in high spirits, he could feel it this time around, this time it was real. It was starting
The end of all life.
"Sure, we can study finals together." "Your mind is always wrapped up in school work Masuki.""Nothing wrong with that." Whispers were drowned out by the sound of a bell chime, school was ending. Yosu and Masuki walked together down twisted spiral staircases, to the ground floor, today was as uneventful as the rest. Masuki stopped to look at Yosu, he had black hair, light brown eyes, and he smiled a lot, that’s what he liked best about Yosu, was the fact that he could smile so freely, without any reason, Masuki wanted to be as cheerful. He had spent his life quiet. Shy, reserved, and without a single friend, until Yosu.
"I'll swing home first; there were a few things I wanted to show you." "Yeah, I have some things to do, go ahead." Masuki waved to Yosu as he bolted off. Yosu lived in a small, grimy trailer with his father, Yosu knew that he hated him, though he still couldn’t bring himself to hate his father, he might have been to family oriented. Yosu opened the door, his father was watching TV, Yosu had been holding in his breath. He walked past the chair, to get to his room, not a word out of his father, he retreated into his room and locked the door, feeling relieved. He grabbed the folder that he wanted to take to Masuki’s house, somewhat of a present for him, and walked back out to the living room.
“You need anything before I leave..?” Yosu asked his father in a quiet, dull tone, a grunt was his reply. Yosu shook his head and got a drink out of the fridge, “I’m going to spend the night at Masuki’s, that’s alright with you to isn’t it?” Yosu asked. “Get me a beer.” His father sounded hoarse. Yosu did as he was told, “I don’t care what you little faggots do, just get your grades up so you can get the hell out of my house.” Yosu nodded at the cold words, and turned towards the door, this was his father, he would just have to accept that fact. He opened the door, and went on his way to Masuki’s house.
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Home, Masuki wanted nothing more than a shower. He always liked them cold. Always. It felt nice, he hadn’t had much sleep recently, school work. Masuki set some clothes out for when he would be done, and he went into the small bathroom, turning on the cold water faucet, and stepping into the cold downpour. He closed his eyes, and in that state he began to relax, his forehead felt as though pulsating. In that comfortable darkness of his mind, he began to concentrate on all other senses, besides sight. Masuki could hear something over the sound of the shower, though only barely.
His concentration deepened, the sound was becoming clearer, louder. Nails, fingernails, it sounded like they were scratching a wet surface. Fingernails? Masuki felt a warm breath tickle its way up his neck. His eyes open, Masuki spun around, slipping in recoil to the slippery floor. He hit his head against the ledge of the tub, and landed half out of the shower, and onto the furry rug that covered the bathroom floor. Masuki groaned, rubbing his head, "Dammit..." He muttered, he concluded he was imaging things. All day looking at numbers on a board a few feet away, of course his vision was going to suffer, he thought about the problems to seriously. Yosu was right, his mind was always wrapped up with work, it’s why he always seemed so depressed
Stretching his arms out, joints popping. Masuki, drying himself off, watched his reflection in the mirror, he could see himself perfectly clear. Again. That screeching noise, Masuki turned slowly, the curtain was pulled all the way over, and he hadn’t left it like that, had he? He just fell out. He walked calmly to the curtain and pulled it back, peering inside... He saw nothing. Sighing, he let go of the curtain. Within that very instant, for just one second, Masuki could hear his own heartbeat against his chest, it sounded as though it was punching against his ribcage, and his entire body felt, tense. This lurching sensation, someone was in here with him, and they're slitting his throat over the bathtub.
Masuki's eyes widened, the pain burned like a thousand needles digging into the soft tissues of his throat to his stomach, then within that single second the entire world snapped back to him, and he heard his own choked scream gurgle from his bloody lips. His body fell limply into the shower, making a loud noise as his bare skin skidded against the wet, slippery surface. Blood was seeping from the wound, all over his chest, legs, and the floor. The other person in the room turned the shower off, Masuki's shaking hands lifted against the tiles, trying desperately to get up. That noise, Masuki thought, his fingernails splintering against the tiles in a panic for his life. He started to feel cold throughout his body, and then he started to feel nothing, numb. His breath came in small erratic pants, he was dying.
His eyes darted around him, he saw into the dark soulless eyes of the man who had done this to him, watching him with that melancholy expression. A dull grin laden on his face, as the blood spurted around the running water, rushing into the drain, his entire body was freezing, shaking. He couldn’t breath anymore, his lungs felt frozen, this was going to consume him soon. The feeling of its embrace was crushing over him, the embrace of sleep, eternal sleep, was forcing him into submission. One of his fingernails chipped a nail, as they screeched, smearing red blood across the once gray tiles. Masuki felt his own heart speed from thundering to withering, as he watched those eyes watch him stare into each other.
He was searching into those dark eyes, as if asking for some sort of reason, explanation. Why was he targeted like this? What had he done? Masuki chipped another fingernail as they pulled crumbling pieces off of the tiles, that noise still filling his ears as his body lurched, as though having a seizure. The man came closer, kneeling down, closer, so their faces touched softly, “What’s wrong child? Are you scared..? Do not fear death if that’s what you are, it will be many years before death takes you...” His elegant voice rolled off his tongue like a purr, those eyes seared into him, this man was far from human. “You will be caught in this moment for years to come, unable to escape or change your fate, like the dream that does not end…” Masuki choked on his own blood again, as the man laughed.
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Yosu, walked along the railroad tracks to Masuki's house, the shortcut was as amusing as it was useful, drunken fights, screaming hookers, you never knew with this tiny little piece of hell. Yosu turned suddenly as he heard a noise, he saw a homeless man punch another man in the face, he watched for a moment, idly wondering what they were fighting about. He shrugged it off, he had better things to do today that indulge on what the decay of society had to offer, and today he had something for Masuki.
Yosu saw Masuki's house and smiled, they had known each other for years. The apartments were nice here, Masuki got to live all alone in one, and Yosu enjoyed spending that loneliness together... Yosu knocked at the door waiting. Generally, he didn’t like people, but he made an exception. Masuki was just calm and agreeable by nature, he was hard not to get along with, since he was so passive about almost everything. Yosu wants to find what he's passionate about, so he had looked up a few things and printed out topics for them to read and also study, he would get Masuki to open up to him.
"Shower is running..." He said quietly as he walked into the house, locking the door behind him. "Well, well, came in after all, you must really want to see this guy." Yosu stood frozen in the small hallway, that icy voice was a mix between a purr and a deep growl. Yosu couldn’t see who it was yet, the wall obstructed his sight. Yosu walked to the end of the hall, on Masuki's couch was a tall man, long dark purple hair fell around his face and chest in the most bizarre style. They twisted and spiked around his head, long braids, and strands of encased hair fall around his face, and hips. The gradient of the color such an enriched color of purple, a plum-like color.
His eyes black with yellow slits in the middle, long fingernails twisted at the ends, his skin so pale he could almost be considered transparent. "So, you wanted your friend? Well sorry, wish I'd known that, I'd let you two have some time...”
"What the fuck does that mean?" Yosu asked with shaking hands, anger and hatred was boiling inside him. "He's taking a shower, I suppose you could have what’s left of the will in him." The man chuckled, Yosu turned, sprinting to the bathroom, tearing the door open. Masuki was in the tub, blood everywhere, Yosu ran his shaking fingers down Masuki's arm, finding his wrist, he waited, a pulse though faint. "His soul will belong to me when it leaves his body." The man’s footsteps echoed.
"What are you? Why are you doing this to Masuki?" Yosu yelled angrily. "Why? Well this body is nearly done for, too big for my taste, that cute one over there is perfect. Flawless. So it must be mine." Yosu glared at the man, Masuki was slipping away. Yosu pulled him out of the bathtub, "I’m guessing you won’t let me pass...?" Masuki was still but his shaking eyes looked back into his. "Something like that." Yosu nodded, "Thought so...You haven’t told me, what are you?" Those slitted eyes taking him in. "You...Did you love this boy or something?" He asked his eyes trained upon Masuki. "I just turned 15 a week ago." "....Oh was that your answer, or were you just dodging the question?" Yosu held Masuki to his chest.
"I know I need Masuki...Why can’t you find someone else?" Masuki was ice cold now, would he be able to save him? Yosu's chest heaved as his body shook, he didn’t know how to deal with this, would he be able to save, Masuki?.
"Poor fools."The man turned away, leaving them. Yosu starred into Masuki's eyes, the brightest shades of blue he'd ever seen, laced with tears. "Can you still hold on?" Yosu asked. His cold fingers digging into Yosu's arm, he couldn’t speak. "I'll kill him Masuki." Yosu was shaking with rage. Masuki’s fingers would tense, and tighten, then loosen, the cycle repeated every time he took in breath. Yosu was staring into those eyes, wondering what thoughts could possibly be behind them. “Yosu.....” Masuki’s voice was barely coherent, blood was now soaking Yosu’s clothes.
Masuki’s eyes stared into his, Masuki knew only fear, only pain right then. He wanted to tell Yosu to run, that that man was not a normal man, that he wasn’t human, that Yosu should continue to live. Masuki wanted to see him smile, he knew he wouldn’t, but that’s what caused them to be friends in the end. When they met, Masuki was going to tell him to go away, but he had never seen someone so carefree in person, he wanted to know him, and he was glad he got to know Yosu. Masuki’s body began shaking briefly, the seizures lasting a few seconds, then returning.
He held him, until the shaking stopped, and the light faded from his eyes. Yosu stood slowly, walking towards the door. "I'll kill him...” Yosu seethed, his throat felt dry. Masuki was gone, he would never see those eyes stare back into his, and he would kill that man for taking such a precious treasure.
"Oh, will you?" The voice he heard startled him. Yosu turned hesitantly, Masuki was standing, blood still spilling from his neck. "Masuki, what the fuck?" He stepped back, he just watched him die. Now he stood, naked and soaked with blood and water. "No, fool. I told you; once the boy dies his soul is mine." Yosu stared at the person who used to be Masuki, those innocent eyes now a dark steely color, his body almost gray tinted. "Masuki's...body is injured...You'll just die...”
"I'm a demon fool. It will take more than that."Yosu shook his head. "Those...Those kinds of things don’t exist." His voice cracked, tears in his eyes. "Awww, you miss your friend? Come give him a hug." The man in Masuki's body stepped forward and embraced him. "You aren’t Masuki anymore, get off...” Yosu growled grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away. "You'll break his heart though...” He snickered. "You want to know a secret..?" Masuki's body embraced him again, this time closer, "He is in here...A small...tiny piece of his soul, buried within...He's screaming...Telling you to run away...” He chuckled darkly; Yosu's body began to tremble.
"You wanted him, right? Have you ever had him?" Yosu glared at the question. "No you sick bastard. Masuki isn’t into the same sick shit you’re into..." He snarled. "Mmm...Is that so?" Laughing, the man left the bathroom. Yosu walked after him, "A...Demon...? Why here..?" Yosu's voice was soft. "My name is Inagi. I am here because I feel like it." Inagi pulled on pants, they were set out. "I’m...also meeting a friend."
"Inagi, you wanted me?" Yosu turned his head, a dark haired man, with glaring red eyes was towering over him, grinning like a madman. "Yes...Dear Kruzic, this boy...Yosu, he saw me take this body so I figured, you'd need a new one, kept him here for you...” Inagi's lips curled into a smirk. "How considerate." Kruzic chuckled, turning those glowing eyes onto Yosu. Yosu’s fists balled, and he swung at Kruzic, the man laughed before disappearing, Yosu stumbling forward, from putting his entire body into the punch.
He heard the man in his head, the voice echoed. “Hey there boy, don’t get to ahead of yourself now, small human boy, against two demons? Why don’t you just lay down and beg us to be quick.” Dark laughter filled his head. Yosu closed his eyes and shook his head in irritation. “I don’t care what you are...You...You guys killed Masuki...He was going to become my best friend, I know he was, what do you guys have against people anyway? Your just crazy fucking murderers, and that’s all you’ll ever be, doesn’t that piss you off?” Yosu was yelling in rage now. Inagi chuckled.
“Poor, poor fool...He really misses his friend though doesn’t he Kruzic?” Yosu heard them both laughing, though he still couldn’t see where Kruzic had gone. “It's almost like how we used to be, it’s almost sad to break them apart.” Kruzic didn’t sound serious at all, laughing in the middle of his sentence. “Well, poor fool, I guess it wouldn’t hurt…” Inagi had an eerie looking smile on his face, Yosu whipped around as he felt a hand trace along his spine, Kruzic had reappeared. “Not a bad body, I think I’ll enjoy it.” Yosu took another swing at the demon man, he dodged again, this time without disappearing, “Child, we don’t want to play with you.”
“Yosu!” Masuki’s voice choked out, blood spilling from his lips again. “Masuki?” Yosu looked at the violently shaking body of his friend, “MASUKI!” Yosu grabbed him by the shoulders, “You’re in there…I’ll get you out...Don’t worry…” Masuki’s hands clutched the front of his shirt, lifting his body up slightly, Yosu supported his back with his hands. “Yo...su...Yosu…...” Masuki started to pant again. “I'm here…Don’t worry…” Yosu said back to the frantic toned Masuki. “Yosu…Help…” His voice was soft, Yosu nodded. “Your forgetting boy, I’m taking your body.” Kruzic said, sneering.
"Fuck you, you think I'd let my body be-" Yosu screamed as something sharp ripped through his back. Yosu turned to see Masuki, no...Inagi's eyes. "Say goodnight, Fool, You have been deceived." The pain was unbearable, Masuki's once gentle eyes staring him down, knife ripping further across his chest. Kruzic watched with a smirk, "Nice body, I think I'll take it." Yosu hit the floor, shaking and coughing. "I'll show you what a demon really is...” Dark laughter filled Yosu's waning consciousness, he was smothered in what felt like acid, and terror consumed his mind. Inagi watched the possession conclude, the person who was once Yosu stood.
Inagi smirked at him, "What will you do now with your new body, hmm..?" Kruzic looked at him grinning, "First thought in my mind is to fuck you raw, but I think tonight I'm going to show this poor, confused human what a REAL demonic possession looks like." Kruzic's voice laced with excitement. "Well then, be my guest, I should patch up this body anyway." Inagi walked down the hall, "Hurry back." He chuckled. “Before I go...Though...I do want to see just how...Well this body is as a vassal...” Kruzic’s hands held Inagi firmly in place where he sat. “Oh, did you really?” Inagi chuckled, “Let me fix the body first, and then you can destroy it again, how’s that?”
“Well that sounds perfect, I have no objections…” Kruzic moved away from Inagi and started to tear through dressers looking for clothes that weren’t soaked in blood. Inagi wrapped the wound he had around his chest, “That should heal up fine.” He said in a bored voice. “What’s wrong Inagi?” “I’m hungry, when you get back lets go somewhere.” Kruzic nodded. “Anything you want to do is fine with me.” He pulled on clean, bloodless clothes. “It's time I take my leave.” Kruzic said walking towards the door. “Don’t be too long. I’m not patient.” Inagi said as he was leaving.
Kruzic was out the door and striding down the dusk tinted city, Yosu's memories told Kruzic exactly where to go. The house where former Yosu lived. The paint chipping away on the dirty green trailer. Kruzic had the bloody knife in his hand, the other opened the door. Yosu's father was sitting in a beat up recliner a cigarette's ash fell from the cherry onto the floor. "What your boyfriend dump you, you ugly little faggot..?" The hoarse voice grumbled. Kruzic walked up behind the chair, he leaned over next to the man's ear. "Naw daddy, I fucked his tight ass in, I just forgot to say I love you."
"What the fuck?" The man sputtered, Kruzic giggled and licked his ear, "I love you, papa...” He breathed hotly onto Yosu's father’s neck, his other arm coming around and stabbing him straight through the forehead. The man screamed his body tensing as he launched himself at his gun. He grabbed the old shotgun with shaking hands and fired it once into the ground before slumping against the wall and slowly sliding down to the floor. He stood there looking into Yosu's eyes, panic and fear on his face as he slipped away.
"Don’t worry. You'll like it where you’re going...Plenty of 'faggots' to kick around. Not sure how well you'll be against them though, they're rather instinctual." Yosu chuckled darkly, those where the last things his father heard before his life ended. Kruzic's happy smile lingered as he watched the blood seeping from the body, they trailed down the dirty dents in the floor to the wooden floorboards where they traveled along the curved indention, small streams of blood splitting off from there and soon the scene was a beautiful masterpiece in Kruzic's mind. The man that tormented Yosu, now he had his revenge.
Kruzic knelt down, taking a long drag from the cigarette that had fallen. Inside that raging storm of sin within Kruzic's soul, he could hear Yosu screaming out, the agony and the horror making him cry out again and again. Though Kruzic just laughed, and turned out the door and headed to where Inagi was waiting, for him to return. The darkening city began to glow yellow with the transition to night, no one was around barely a car on the highway, and he would have to put on some fresh clothes at Inagi's new place. Kruzic smiled, so it was to begin, soon.
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Inagi hummed to himself in a cheerful mood, he had to wash the blood off, since the wounds where all stitched up. He turned the knobs to boiling, the water’s steam fogged the mirrors before he even got in. The water was so boiling hot that it left searing red marks all across Masuki’s skin as it touched him, the onslaught of water burning into his flesh, Inagi sighed in relief, “This feels nice, doesn’t it Masuki? Oh wait, you liked these cold didn’t you, well, where I come from things are hot all the time you don’t mind do you?” Inagi continued the cheerful humming for the duration of the shower. Inside of him, Masuki was trapped, unable to die, unable to realize the situation, only feel.
Inagi finished, he turned to the mirror, Masuki couldn’t see his reflection in the glass, though in his current state, he might not have even realized that was him. Inagi strolled down the hallway, opening the fridge. “Oh, you like juice, good.” He grabbed a juice box and sat on the couch, which was the first thing he had done when he had entered the house as well. “Well, from now on It looks like we’ll get to know each other really well now wont we Masuki-Chan?” Inagi’s mood was in high spirits, he could feel it this time around, this time it was real. It was starting
The end of all life.