Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Tears ❯ The sound of dripping water. ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: imtinyteeth 
Many thing that happen behind closed door in the heat of passion will remain lock away. However sometime the morning sun shines on them exposing their truths for other to see.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.10.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 539 | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
Many thing that happen behind closed door in the heat of passion will remain lock away. However sometime the morning sun shines on them exposing their truths for other to see.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.10.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 539 | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
DISCLAIMER- I do not own the show nor the characters so wonderful scripted.
A/N- ..This is done completly in third person.
*Drip*
A young man floats in tub three-quarters full of cooled water. His red hair floats behind him like ribbons of slow flowing blood. His piercing emerald eyes stare blankly toward the ceiling.
*Drop*
His leg is draped over the porcelian's edge. Tiny streams of evorporating droplets glide down his shin and calf. A single lonely droplet falls into small puddle already formed.
*Drip*
The once stills waters begins to lap over his bare chest dancing around his pronouced nipples as his body slides lower. It rises pasts his chin seeping between his partially opened lips.
*Drop*
The hyrodenized oxygen flood his mouth. He slips even lower. The water cascades over his alabaster forehead, swirling over unblinking eyes washing them like delicate stained glass windows.
*Drip*
The tip of his nose disappears under the water. The back of his head softly bumps the bottom of the basin making the water slosh on last time, before settling into a gentle peak and valley rocking motion.
*Drop*
Three small bubbles excapse from his nostrils and dance quickly to the surface popping miliseconds after being touch by the air. The last barley visible bubble rolls lazily out, clinging to the egde. It reluctently floats to the top.
*Drip*
A dog barks as the Mailman sneaks past it in atempts to deliever his mail. The wind sings and dances through the newly bloomed leaves.
*Drop*
The sunshine glows through a single paned window. It's warm contest light is filtered through a beautiful flowering plant hanging from the ceiling.
*Drip*
The flittered moring star's light whisper over the shoulder of a lone figure and is reflected off a mirror. The woman stands in front of the mirror. The front of her white nightgown clings to her body. The water flows madly down her sagging arms as her body shivers uncontrolablly.
*Drop*
She does not see her quivering lips, or her tear stained cheeks, or her red puffy eyes in the mirror. She can only see the words engraved in soap covering it.
*Drip*
The faint smell of wild flowers bomarded her senses as she reads the words once again. Touching each word gently with her damp finger tips praying they were only a nightmare.
*Drop*
She slams her eyes shut and falls to the cold wet floor. She shakes her head violenly as if tring to erase the words burnt into her mind. She crawls over to beautifully perfect human and sobs like a child on his still chest.
*Drip*
The words ..... 'I am sorry, I am just so tired of being perfect.' The last words of Minamino Shuiichi are slowly washed away as the drops of water stagger down the mirror like falling tears.
*Drop*
*Drip*
*Drop*
*Drip*
A/N- ..This is done completly in third person.
*Drip*
A young man floats in tub three-quarters full of cooled water. His red hair floats behind him like ribbons of slow flowing blood. His piercing emerald eyes stare blankly toward the ceiling.
*Drop*
His leg is draped over the porcelian's edge. Tiny streams of evorporating droplets glide down his shin and calf. A single lonely droplet falls into small puddle already formed.
*Drip*
The once stills waters begins to lap over his bare chest dancing around his pronouced nipples as his body slides lower. It rises pasts his chin seeping between his partially opened lips.
*Drop*
The hyrodenized oxygen flood his mouth. He slips even lower. The water cascades over his alabaster forehead, swirling over unblinking eyes washing them like delicate stained glass windows.
*Drip*
The tip of his nose disappears under the water. The back of his head softly bumps the bottom of the basin making the water slosh on last time, before settling into a gentle peak and valley rocking motion.
*Drop*
Three small bubbles excapse from his nostrils and dance quickly to the surface popping miliseconds after being touch by the air. The last barley visible bubble rolls lazily out, clinging to the egde. It reluctently floats to the top.
*Drip*
A dog barks as the Mailman sneaks past it in atempts to deliever his mail. The wind sings and dances through the newly bloomed leaves.
*Drop*
The sunshine glows through a single paned window. It's warm contest light is filtered through a beautiful flowering plant hanging from the ceiling.
*Drip*
The flittered moring star's light whisper over the shoulder of a lone figure and is reflected off a mirror. The woman stands in front of the mirror. The front of her white nightgown clings to her body. The water flows madly down her sagging arms as her body shivers uncontrolablly.
*Drop*
She does not see her quivering lips, or her tear stained cheeks, or her red puffy eyes in the mirror. She can only see the words engraved in soap covering it.
*Drip*
The faint smell of wild flowers bomarded her senses as she reads the words once again. Touching each word gently with her damp finger tips praying they were only a nightmare.
*Drop*
She slams her eyes shut and falls to the cold wet floor. She shakes her head violenly as if tring to erase the words burnt into her mind. She crawls over to beautifully perfect human and sobs like a child on his still chest.
*Drip*
The words ..... 'I am sorry, I am just so tired of being perfect.' The last words of Minamino Shuiichi are slowly washed away as the drops of water stagger down the mirror like falling tears.
*Drop*
*Drip*
*Drop*
*Drip*