Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Returned to Dust ❯ Hell is Home ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: goth koneko 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.07.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 725 | Visits: 679 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.07.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 725 | Visits: 679 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Returned to Dust
Author: Goth Kitten (a.k.a. Techno Freako)
Spoilers: not too sure
Archive: yeah sure, just ask first
Feedback: Onegai? I crave feedback! (goth_koneko@hotmail.com)
Summary: Omi tries to commit suicide but Yohji gives him alternative.
Warnings: Rape, Suicidal tendencies, torture and I think that's it for now...
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This is my first fic okay, so be gentle...I was in a torturing mood when I wrote this so...^_^;
Tick tock. Tick tock. Omi stared at the clock impassively dreading when the shrill bell would scream. The day felt too short and night came too soon, he hated days like those, for he would return to hell. His home.
The bell rang, everyone piled out of the classroom talking about his or her plans for the March break, and Omi lingered in the classroom, taking his time to gather his things.
The teacher didn't even acknowledge him as he brushed by the desk. He felt so invisible, an outsider on the wrong side of the glass. He walked briskly down the halls, brushing away a stray strand of hair behind his ear, pushing through the crowd, and ignoring the whispers as he passed.
The walk home was uneventful as usual but every step he took he felt a cold fear, sending chills down his spine.
Omi opened the door to the apartment, creaking it open a creak to see if he was home. Smoke still lingered in the air like fog indicating he must have left not too long ago. Feeling a sense of relief Omi opened and shut the door, rushing to the kitchen for a snack. Grabbing a tootsie pop, he paused at the answering machine, which blinked one. Pressing the button Omi listened.
"Hi Omi! It's Ken, listen I'm sorry for the remark yesterday, I really didn't mean it. So, to make up for it I was thinking you and I could...Gods, this is going to sound like a date but...go to dinner and a movie? Or whatever you want to do ok? Ja ne!" End of messages.
Dinner and a movie? That sounded nice anything to get away from his father was nice actually. Smiling, Omi dialed Ken back unfortunately getting the machine. Must be at soccer practice. Omi thought. Beep. "Um...hi Ken. I do forgive you about the other day and I do accept your dinner and movie date. Call me back please, ja ne."
Just as Omi put the phone down, the door slammed open, and his father carrying a 6 pack and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Omi shrank back in fear as he shut the door and dropping the six packs on the ground. "You're late." He spat nearing the frighten boy.
"Gomen, it won't happen again." He apologized shrinking to the floor.
Persia smirked cruelly, unfastening his belt. "Yeah, pretty boy you know what I'm gonna do to yeah, don't you?" He gripped the boy's shirt, ripping the material in half and throwing him on his stomach. He lashed the belt out on Omi's back, buckle first, whipping him repeatedly, leaving cruel red and bloody marks on his white skin.
Omi cried out in pain begging. "Please stop! Otoosan please!" As usual his cries were ignored and the whipping increased.
He cried and pleaded even once the beating was done, not really though. He felt a callused hand strip away his pants and boxers, groping his groin roughly.
Omi whimpered. Struggling to get free from those rough hands he hated this, he hated his father, he hated himself for being so weak and...gay. His father penetrated him, Omi screamed for him to stop but only got a hard slap in returned. The man thrusted into him fast and roughly, feeling his own pleasure but Omi felt like he was being ripped into two. Persia climaxed, releasing his seed into Omi and pulling out.
Buckling up his pants Persia spitted. "That's all you'll feel you little fag. Pansies like you know only sex and getting fucked, not love or any of that bullshit." He turned and walked away leaving Omi lying on the floor.
Omi thought he ran dry of tears however more came steaming down. "I wish I were dead."
Whew, now that was harsh and poorly written. I couldn't resist that Omi torture for some reason.
Author: Goth Kitten (a.k.a. Techno Freako)
Spoilers: not too sure
Archive: yeah sure, just ask first
Feedback: Onegai? I crave feedback! (goth_koneko@hotmail.com)
Summary: Omi tries to commit suicide but Yohji gives him alternative.
Warnings: Rape, Suicidal tendencies, torture and I think that's it for now...
.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is my first fic okay, so be gentle...I was in a torturing mood when I wrote this so...^_^;
Tick tock. Tick tock. Omi stared at the clock impassively dreading when the shrill bell would scream. The day felt too short and night came too soon, he hated days like those, for he would return to hell. His home.
The bell rang, everyone piled out of the classroom talking about his or her plans for the March break, and Omi lingered in the classroom, taking his time to gather his things.
The teacher didn't even acknowledge him as he brushed by the desk. He felt so invisible, an outsider on the wrong side of the glass. He walked briskly down the halls, brushing away a stray strand of hair behind his ear, pushing through the crowd, and ignoring the whispers as he passed.
The walk home was uneventful as usual but every step he took he felt a cold fear, sending chills down his spine.
Omi opened the door to the apartment, creaking it open a creak to see if he was home. Smoke still lingered in the air like fog indicating he must have left not too long ago. Feeling a sense of relief Omi opened and shut the door, rushing to the kitchen for a snack. Grabbing a tootsie pop, he paused at the answering machine, which blinked one. Pressing the button Omi listened.
"Hi Omi! It's Ken, listen I'm sorry for the remark yesterday, I really didn't mean it. So, to make up for it I was thinking you and I could...Gods, this is going to sound like a date but...go to dinner and a movie? Or whatever you want to do ok? Ja ne!" End of messages.
Dinner and a movie? That sounded nice anything to get away from his father was nice actually. Smiling, Omi dialed Ken back unfortunately getting the machine. Must be at soccer practice. Omi thought. Beep. "Um...hi Ken. I do forgive you about the other day and I do accept your dinner and movie date. Call me back please, ja ne."
Just as Omi put the phone down, the door slammed open, and his father carrying a 6 pack and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Omi shrank back in fear as he shut the door and dropping the six packs on the ground. "You're late." He spat nearing the frighten boy.
"Gomen, it won't happen again." He apologized shrinking to the floor.
Persia smirked cruelly, unfastening his belt. "Yeah, pretty boy you know what I'm gonna do to yeah, don't you?" He gripped the boy's shirt, ripping the material in half and throwing him on his stomach. He lashed the belt out on Omi's back, buckle first, whipping him repeatedly, leaving cruel red and bloody marks on his white skin.
Omi cried out in pain begging. "Please stop! Otoosan please!" As usual his cries were ignored and the whipping increased.
He cried and pleaded even once the beating was done, not really though. He felt a callused hand strip away his pants and boxers, groping his groin roughly.
Omi whimpered. Struggling to get free from those rough hands he hated this, he hated his father, he hated himself for being so weak and...gay. His father penetrated him, Omi screamed for him to stop but only got a hard slap in returned. The man thrusted into him fast and roughly, feeling his own pleasure but Omi felt like he was being ripped into two. Persia climaxed, releasing his seed into Omi and pulling out.
Buckling up his pants Persia spitted. "That's all you'll feel you little fag. Pansies like you know only sex and getting fucked, not love or any of that bullshit." He turned and walked away leaving Omi lying on the floor.
Omi thought he ran dry of tears however more came steaming down. "I wish I were dead."
Whew, now that was harsh and poorly written. I couldn't resist that Omi torture for some reason.