Other Fiction
by Kichigai
Author: Becca
Archive(s): Here, there, wherever...(kichigai.topcities.com/doll.html)
Summary: I have no effing clue.
Disclaimer: I don't own shizzit.
Warnings: This is scary, disturbing, badly written and it's short. Whoo. Anyone out there wanna be a 13 year old's muse?
Naw. I didn't think so.
(Thanks are to the wonderful CLAMP ladies because I worship them *_*)
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He stared upwards towards the ceiling, eyes unfocused, unseeing.
Always, the doll is obedient.
He shivered and flinched away at the soft caress against his cheek.
Always, the doll obeys.
Gentle, reminiscent of a lover’s touch. Gentle, mockingly so.
But the doll does not feel.
He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly so very cold. He twisted in the sheets to look at the other, eyes unreadable.
The doll can live only in the past.
He turned away again. He felt broken, surely. His eyes burned but no tears would come.
For the doll never looks outward, but only within.
They would.
The doll cannot change its destiny.
He heard the faint flick of a lighter and saw the line of smoke that followed.
The doll will never question its fate.
Something ached, deep inside of him. There was always the physical pain. It wasn't as if it had ever been easy. Only after he was finished did the other ever look, truly look, at the green-eyed young man.
Only to admire his toy; his empty little shell.
The doll is accepting of the truth in another’s arms.
He was emotionally scarred, he supposed. After all he had been through, who wouldn’t be? He felt dirty and pained...and absolutely perfect. Twisted really, how delicious the pain was when he wanted it. The feeling of being incomplete was the only constant in his life. He would always be alone.
The doll loves unconditionally.
And he was starting to like it that way.
The doll loves blindly.
He felt the tears slip down his cheeks. He let out a small dry sob before covering his mouth. He was weak.
The doll will always love others more.
He met Seishirou’s mismatched gaze with his own as the older man brushed away his tears. He tried to move away but was pulled into a tight embrace.
But one day the doll may break.
He struggled for a moment before reveling in the meager warmth it offered. There was no love to any of it. There never was. If the other had any feelings to reciprocate in the first place he probably would've.
But he certainly didn't have feelings.
The doll will shatter and the pieces will not be put back together again.
Even as he pulled the cigarette from Seishirou’s lips and took a drag the tears were falling freely.
The doll loves unconditionally.
As soon as he had set it down in the ashtray his lips were caught in a single kiss. Slow but passionate in it’s intensity. So many silent promises that meant nothing.
Always, the doll is obedient.
Nothing at all.
Always, the doll obeys.
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So...what do you all think? O.o