Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tender Sugar ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Summary: The little something I delight.
And the white sugar gently hides me.
Oh, the sweet sugar saves me.

Author's Note: Not really much to say on this. ;D I was really bored. I began writing this story at 12:26 a.m. because it suddenly came into my mind from listening to one of my favorite songs. Anyway, this is once again a one-chapter story about one of my OWN characters (well, the ones I always used). It's actually a SONG FIC. This is probably my second one; the first one I did was done a few years ago and was based off one of Linkin Park's songs. So, yeah… this story contains Hikari - The retarded drug addict and Hikaru - The retarded drug addict's love interest slash drug addict's love enemy (I don't know what I'm talking about. XD) Read the disclaimer so you don't go somewhere and try to sue me, mmkay? D:

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Akira Yamaoka's Tender Sugar at ALL. I DO OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. THEY ISH MINE. DX NO STEALY.

Warnings: :o drug usage, profanity, lime. (Not lemon, but LIME.)

TENDER SUGAR

She found herself drowning a little.

Drowning far down.

Not in water, but in euphoria, peace, instant serenity.

And all because she sniffed something up her nose. God, did she ever feel jittery right now. She felt like bouncing off the walls, skipping around, screaming at the world at the top of her lungs, twirling in circles and imagining that she was in a fairy tale land, and walking along the sidewalk trying her best not to step on the crack, for fear that she would ACTUALLY break her mother's back. Yep, she was that crazy tonight.

That fucking crank. (A/N: Crank is pretty much another word for high.)

That night she had partied hard. She had partied so hard that she felt her head starting to hurt and her body starting to give out on her. Her body was covered in sticky, cold sweat that had been the reminisce of her constant wild dancing. The odor of cigars, beer, sex, and nearly every smell you could think of was plastered against her clothes and skin.

I run,

I fall,

what ripped away,

check my body,

was it body or soul?

Hikari paused in her ever so hyperactive, disorderly pattern of footsteps. She found herself gazing up in the dark sky.

The sky filled with stars.

White.

White enough to remind her of the delicious sugar she had sniffed into her system. She felt the elation overcoming her once more, and then happily and unmanageably she began skipping her way through the road. Running over various rocks, stepping in gum, kicking at rocks and stepping into the cracks in the road.

La.

La, la.

Her mind was pretty much nothing at the moment. All brainpower was gone and replaced with euphoria. Her excitement abounded so high she couldn't contain herself and hence she let a few fits of laughter past by her cherry lips; she nearly fell over trying to contain some of her composure (to no avail because her brain was pretty much nothing but mashed peas at the moment.)

Shit.

I'm so fucking messed up.

I can't even skip right.

Fuck.

Another small giggle passed by her lips.

So fucked up.

The darkness fades,
Fades to the light,
Disappearing now,
Disappears from the night.

She placed her hand up against her mouth and took another slight step forward, and then she looked over her shoulder with a devious look on her face.

Nothing was there.

Hikari turned back again to look forward, and then turned around once more as if she sensed a presence standing behind her, but once again the only thing there was air, road, houses, and the sky. But, somehow she was so amused that she began scuttling along the road.

Laughing, shaking her head, and having her hands cupped around her mouth.

So funny.

Her feet carried her a few more feet and then they stopped her in the middle of the road. She didn't know why they did, but maybe they did it for an important reason she thought. Hikari paused, twisting her body from side to side, and then rocking back and forth. She couldn't seem to stop moving for a second.

She wanted to keep moving.

Moving towards nothing.

And then she her the slightly, audible sounds of footsteps.

She turned to the side and then blinked a little.

And all these nightmares I've wandered as a child
and the morning always came,
it came too late.

“Hikari?”

She only blinked and started giggling like crazy.

It's Hikaru, its Hikaru, HIKARU, HIKARU-

“… Hikari? What's up with you? You hardly laugh…”

Hikaru, holding the umbrella over his head because it was pouring down, stepped towards Hikari and grabbed one of the hands that were covering her mouth. Apparently, she was so crank that she hadn't even realized that it was pouring down raining at the moment.

So crank she hadn't even noticed the raindrops falling above her and shattering softly upon her head, drenching her with clearness.

“Hey, Hikari? You okay?”

Hikari only replied with this strange, slightly scary giggle that kind of made Hikaru's skin crawl.

Gah, she really needs to stop… All that… All those drugs are going to make her go mental. What the hell am I talking about? She has already WENT mental.

“Hikari, it's raining right now? Don't you realize that? And your walking in the rain, and you're DRENCHED. You look like a lost puppy who got tar underneath its eyes.”

The looking like a lost puppy that had tar underneath its eyes was just another way of saying that-

Her eyeliner was running down her face.

“Puppy… I love puppies. I eat them for breakfast.”

Hikaru stared at her for a moment.

Then shook his head, placing his hand over his face in exasperation.

She is SO FUCKED UP.

What made my mind forget,
Forget to hide?
Could the nightmare be awake?
I don't know.

One thing he could do was just leave her out there to wonder endlessly until she got back to her senses; maybe that would teach her a lesson if she ran upon something bad?

And another idea was to grab her and take her into his house. Like he usually did when he saw her walking along the road or something (mentally stable or not). He just wished that nothing bad came out taking her IN the house; the last time he did she nearly broke something.

“Come on, Hikari. Let's go to my house.”

“Your house?”

“Yeah, my house?”

“Your house-?”

He finally just grabbed at her hand and started walking towards his house, holding on tightly because he was afraid she would suddenly come back to her normal senses and pull away from him like she always did. Amazingly, she followed along with him whistling a silently tune, turning her head side-to-side, and hopping slightly.

Hikaru tried wondering how her parents didn't even realize she was continuously taking drugs. Maybe she did it away from home so much, that by the time she got back home she was completely normal again. Or maybe she only took certain drugs she had gotten use to over the days of taking of them.

When he opened the door the house, he placed Hikari on the couch.

“Stay here.”

She only stared at him.

“I'll be RIGHT BACK, just STAY HERE.”

He began stepping backwards towards the stairs, and then seeing that she wasn't going to move, he turned around and went upstairs to his room to get another pair of clothes for her.

She was soaked.

In or out?
Up or down?
Never know, it's an illusion.

He made his way downstairs again.

Expecting to see an empty couch.

But, instead he still saw Hikari sitting there, staring off in space.

Silently, he sauntered over to her and placed the clothes in her lap. Hikari blinked and stared down at the clothes as if it had been her first time ever seeing them in her life.

“Uh, can you change your clothes?”

“I dunno, can you?”

Obviously, she wasn't in a state of mind where she could answer things without either mimicking or saying something stupid, which only meant that Hikaru could either wait until she fell asleep to change her clothes, make her keep those clothes in hopes that they would dry and she wouldn't be sick in the morning, or somehow make Hikari take her own clothes off and then he would put the dry ones back on.

All the ideas seemed to be cons to Hikaru.

Mostly because he was a boy.

A GROWING BOY.

And growing boys can have very, polluted minds at times.

A nice boy like him was no exception.

“Hikari, CAN YOU TAKE OF YOUR CLOTHES RIGHT NOW?”

Hikari blinked for a moment.

A glare of amusement passed through her eyes (Hikaru saw it), and then a devious little expression appeared over her face.

“You want me to take of my clothes?”

Hikaru felt a lump in his throat arising.

“Uh, y-yes-?”

Oh god, this was about to turn into something naughty. He just had that feeling rising again.

The rising actions towards when he was raped violently by someone who was REALLY, REALLY high.

“Oh, trust me. I can take my clothes off.”

Hikaru groaned mentally.

He already wanted to kill himself.

'Round and 'round,
on and on,
Everyday spins my confusion.
Not again, not again, not again!

As she began to pull her shirt over her head, Hikaru turned around looked the other way, trying to save himself a few pints of blood and another hard on. That was kind of hard since he could hear the shuffling of her clothes as she pulled them off. He had to keep telling himself not to turn around yet; or kept telling himself that maybe she would be able to put her own clothes on. Because the last thing he wanted to do was clothe someone…

A girl for that matter.

“DONE!”

Hikaru immediately threw the dry clothes over his head. He hoped that she was sane enough to realize that she was supposed to change into them. Apparently, she was. Because as soon as they fell in front of her, he heard her lean down (she head rubbing up against the back of his leg) and then she heard the shuffling of clothes once more.

This time, her turned around to see if she was dressed.

She was; and had actually put on the right clothes also.

Thank god, he thought, I swear if I would have to fix those clothes…

“Uh…”

Hikaru blinked.

Bedtime?

Hikari looked like she would pass out at any second now.

“Let's go to sleep.”

Hikaru slowly took her hand into his and walked upstairs. She didn't confine or anything, and seemed to follow him like a little girl. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought? Before he knew it, he had lied Hikari down in the bed and lied down next to her, pulling the covers over them both.

Was it really going to go this smoothly?

Hikaru gazed at Hikari.

She was just staring up at the ceiling silently, as though there was something up there special.

Like something was waiting for her.

He gazed at her in wonder.

Something about her was… beautifully mysterious?

This dream, I can't awake.
What is real? What is real? What is real?
It's getting hard for me to take.
What I need, what I need, what I need,

He felt himself instantly blush.

DAMN.

He closed his eyes, trying his best to drift off into a slumber. For a while, he actually did.

But then suddenly he found himself opening his eyes.

He didn't know why, but he usually on woke up when something was going on somewhere else in the house. Blinking, he sat up slowly, placing one of his arms to the side and leaning against the bed; leaning on the left side of the bed. And then, he noticed something.

The weight on the bed wasn't really wasn't right, which only meant that- Hikaru quickly gazed down beside him and saw that the bed was empty. Hikari had been lying right there just before he had fallen asleep. His mind went into a panic after noticing this.

DAMMIT.

I KNEW IT WAS TOO EASY.

TOO EASY.

He scrambled out of the bed, not even bothering to put on his bedroom shoes, and then made a made dash out of his room. Looking around, he decided to look upstairs first, since he could hardly hear a thing. (Or maybe he was in such a panic he could only think of one thing.) The first place he thought of looking in was the bathroom, because the last time she mysteriously disappeared in his house was in the bathroom, where he found her popping pills like mad.

He barely made it before she popped the fourth one in her mouth.

But this time, unfortunately, she wasn't there. There was nothing there but the darkness and the air; which only made Hikaru worry even more. His house was kind of big, and it sometimes took him a while to find his own dog.

Then again, how did he even know she was in the house anyway?

Oh god.

Why did I even think about that?

But in his silent thinking state, he heard something. Hikaru went completely silent and closed his eyes (usually something that made him concentrate better), and listened closely to the nearly inaudible sounds. At first, it seemed like whining. It kind of reminded him of his dog at first, but he remembered walking out of the room seeing him lying in his doggy bed.

And then the whining turned into small sobs.

Crying?

And it sounded as if it were coming from downstairs somewhere.

Let's check downstairs, genius.

He walked to the top of the stairs and slowly descended down them.

A little somethin' I rely
and the white sugar gently hides me
Oh the sweet sugar saves me,

it's the room that confines me

Hikaru placed is foot on the floor below the last step on the stairs and looked around. The noise had gotten louder, and he had definitely identified it as crying. But, it was coming from the kitchen since he didn't see any sign of Hikari in the living room. (Except for the dripping wet clothes he had left there on the floor; he should have put them in the dryer before he had walked her upstairs.)

He walked into the kitchen.

And blinked when he saw Hikari crouched in a ball underneath the table.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, and she was rocking side to side, back and forth a little. Hikari seemed to be whispering something to herself, something that Hikaru could barely understand. It was like she was trying to console herself, but was failing miserably. She obviously didn't notice his presence, because she continued to sob and cry to herself.

Hikaru immediately ran over to her, crawling underneath the table with her. Gingerly, he placed his hand on her back, rubbing it softly. He really didn't know what else he could do at the moment; she was crying so hard that it scared him a little. Dammit, what's wrong all of a sudden? Leaning over her a little, he bit his lip, and then finally lead the words pour from his mouth.

“What's wrong? Tell me?”

No response.

Only choked sobs and writhing from side to side.

“Hikari…?”

He reached down and tried to turn her so that she was lying on her side. She turned on her side when she was softly pushed. Her eyes were closed, and the eyeliner that had once been dried on her face was now wet again, making her look like a dark woman in mourning. She was still crying as if she no one was there beside her. Hikaru, being the nicest he could, wiped the dripping eyeliner off her face and around her eyes so it would run down her face anymore.

“Hikari…”

He called her name once more.

And it finally seemed to get her attention.

Her eyes slowly opened, and then her eyes centered on him. Hikari gave him this forlorn, miserable look that made his heart skip a beat a little.

“Hika…-”

Hikaru sighed and shook his head.

“You know, you really need to stop. You're going to happy at first, and then you're going to be sad. You know if you keep doing this, your sadness will get WORSE.”

Hikari slowly sat up. She wiped her eyes, and then stared up at Hikaru with this blank expression. Hikaru stared back in complete silence, blinking once in a while.

And then she made one small movement. She was on her hands and knees before him, her mouth partly open a little as she stared into his eyes. Hikaru felt himself getting slightly flustered.

Cute, plump pink lips.

Deep, green eyes.

Black hair that reached down to her shoulders that was slightly messy, but somehow still tantalizing all at once.

Grah.

I think I feel myself beating.

Confines me,

sweet sugar
yesterday back and forth,

broken door no longer opens

She moved one arm forward so that her hand leaned against his thigh. Her eyes took on more of a sensual glazed look; Hikaru was startled a little. She's having mood fluctuations. GOD. NO.

“Hikaru…”

He gulped.

“Y-Yeah-?”

And then her other hand settled on his thigh; and Hikaru happened to be staring down at her, getting a nice view down her shirt. That weren't small like the use to be; months ago, they were nearly non existent, but now…

But now…

The weren't HUGE, but they were…

A pretty good size now.

Hikaru's eye twitched, and then he averted his gaze by look at one of the legs of the table.

“Hikaru…”

STOP CALLING ME.

“Hikaru…”

Not listening. Not listening anymore.

“Hikaru…”

He felt pressure against the waistband of his pajama pants.

And it was like an instant reaction; Hikaru went scrambling back from underneath the table and crashed up against the stove, grabbing the sides of it and lifting himself up. Gasping a little, he looked down breathlessly at Hikari who was looking up at him with an equally startled expression on her face.

Gah, no… Maybe I just thought I felt that.

“Hikaru… Why did you move back?”

Hikaru gulped silently and then began breathing a little bit more normally. He was speechless at the moment; it felt as though his throat was extremely dry, like he hadn't drank anything in a few days. He tried to speak, but nothing would come. Nothing at all.

She once again crawled towards him silently, slowly and looked up at him. She didn't really speak much herself, but he saw her biting her own lip, kind of like she was suffering from agonizing pain because she was trying to hold something back. This time, Hikari's gaze wasn't on him, but was on something else. He really didn't know, but he tried his best to see what she was staring at to intently.

Looking and staring hard enough, he realized that she was staring down below his waist…

He gulped pretty hard at this.

And then he saw something that freaked him out pretty well.

And probably confirmed what she was staring at.

She gave one gaze up at him, and then down at what she was staring at and then slowly licked her lips; like she was hungry for something.

Oh-

Breaking down, need it now,

mother's sugar always loves me
not again, not again, not again,

this dream I can't awake

And then suddenly she sprung towards him, wrapping her arms around his waste. Screaming in denial, Hikari fell to the side onto the floor, nearly hitting his head on the chair. Gasping loudly and startled half to death, he looked down at Hikari; whose face was pressed up against his crotch area.

He felt himself mentally cry.

-SHIT.

“HIKARI, HIKARI, NO-!”

She had practically pulled down the waistband of his pajama pants already. Resisting, he placed his hand on her head quickly and tried to push her head away. Struggling, nothing seemed to worked. It was as if she was glued in the place her body had fallen. Biting his lip and gritting his teeth, he quickly got up on his elbows and began scooting back quickly.

“DAMMIT, NO-!”

As fast as he could, he scrambled to his feet and began moving backwards. Hikari had a death grip on him and nothing seemed to work. Yelping, he ran against the wall of the kitchen, hitting his shoulder up against a counter. Wincing silently, he opened one eye to peer down at Hikari. She had her hands up against the wall, her arms outstretched, and her body pressed up against his legs.

He was trapped.

Her teeth were digging into the waistband of his boxers. He turned his head to the side, squinting his eyes a little. He gasped silently for a moment and then felt himself slowly losing his mind as he felt himself being exposed to the cold, blistering air of the house.

He looked down.

And surely enough, his manhood was hanging out of his pants.

“H-H-HIKARI, NO-”

He moved his body to the side, but to no avail. Without even straining herself, she grabbed him forcefully by the hips and turned him back so his lower back and his bottom smacked up against the wall again.

He had lost this battle. Most definitely. Even though he hated to deny it. He really didn't even want this.

At all.

But god, even the cold air felt great on himself all of a sudden.

He only wondered what it would feel like when someone was SUCKING IT.

What is real, what is real, what is real,

it's getting hard for me to take
what I need, what I need, what I need,

a little somethin' I rely

“Mine.”

That was the only thing he heard before he felt something run against the tip of his manhood. Writhing, he bit his lip and slammed his hand down on the counter for a moment. Calm down, calm down… He let fast, uncontrollable breathes come past his lips.

“Crap…”

Curiously, he opened one eye and peered down at her. Hikaru felt himself getting weak at the knees as he saw her lapping gently and slowly at the tip of his cock; the only thing he do was lean his head back so that he was looking up towards the ceiling. Oh god, oh god, oh god-

Another loud gasp escaped past his lips when he felt this fiery heat around his manhood. He was beginning to lose it. He placed his hand on Hikari's head and once again tried to push her head back.

“Gah… Stop.”

He bit his lip as he felt her suck.

“DAMMIT, s-s-stop-”

Another suck, another moan.

“Gah… Hikari, I hate you so much…”

For a moment, his grip on Hikari's head tightened and then slowly, his hand only became a limp object on the top of Hikari's head. She had ultimately won the battle.

Oh god.

I'm being raped.

By a girl.

I think I just lost all dignity.

And the white sugar gently hides me

Hikaru pretty much let things flow along from there. With his hand on his head, now pretty much guiding her with every movement, Hikari moved her head back and forth continuously; it felt like forever as he stood there with his head facing the ceiling and his mouth hanging open.

He felt himself getting weak at the knees as she sucked madly, like she was trying to suck out every inch of cum that was within him. Hikaru writhed and twitched side to side as he felt himself floating on Cloud 9.

God.

He was starting to reach it.

Finally.

Hikari's paced quickened and she held onto his hips because he had began to buck them unconsciously. It was to the point where Hikaru was practically hitting up against the back of the wall; so hard that the things on the counter had started to teeter a little.

Can't think.

About to-

Oh the sweet sugar saves me

And then he came so fast that he didn't even sense it coming.

The only thing that came past his lips was a loud moan, and then a drained groan. Hikari pulled her head back, and it was like Hikaru hadn't even came at all. It was like she had managed to drink all of the cloudy, clear substance before it even was able to come out.

“…mnn…”

Hikaru slid down the wall slowly, gasping for air. Hikari hence had sat down on her knees and began wiping the small traces of semen off of her face. He peered one eye open to watch her lick away at the substance slowly, and then tuckered out, he closed his eyes and leaned his head to the side.

Well, that was something that I didn't bargain on.

It's the room that confines me.

Lol. Holy shiznit. XD Like I said, this was a LIME, which means that there is something sexual in the story, but not exactly sex. Xx So… yah, end of the story. See ya around people. Do you realize that you read OVER 11 pages? XD