So here it is. The last part. The end of the fic. I hope you'll enjoy it. 10 points to the person who can figure out why I picked the flowers I did for the titles.

Rating: NC 17 for language and adult contents.

Pairing: Aoi/Uruha

Comments: Based on Alice Cooper's song "Poison". Words in italics are the lyrics.

Synopsis: What happens when love and hate are mingled?

Disclaimer: None of this is real. I don't own anyone, least of all these guys. All made up in my head.



Part 3. Dandelion heart.


One look could kill


The people we pass on the street hardly give us a glance. Just a man giving his drunk friend a helping hand. Not too unusual. You're leaning heavily on me and your weight is slowing my steps. A cold wind sweeps past us and the night is turning chilly, even though it's still only late Summer. The street lights sparkle in your hair, coloring it with the neon colors, enchanting me. I love how it shines right now. even though it's the most beautiful in the morning light. You squint against the light and mumble something incoherent as we stumble along the way.
A steady stream of cars pass us and the sound of car horns and squeeling brakes are deafening at times, but it fades as we make the turn into the street where my apartment is located.

”Wh-here -hick- are we, Aoi?” You look at me through half-lidded eyes, your speech slurred.

”Schh, Uru-chan. We're almost at my place. You had too much to drink, and now I'll take care of you, my love.”

”Oh?! You're such a damn good friend, Aoi-san.”


You grin drunkenly at me and sway a little, almost bringing the both of us to a fall. I manage to keep my balance and stop you from falling out of my arms. A few more steps bring us to the front door of the apartment complex. My neighboor is blasting music again and the people living above me are deaf as posts so they don't complain, as usual. Usaually I would bang on my loud neighbor's door until the sound would stop, but tonight the noice serves me perfectly. The fourth apartment is empty, since the wall fell out in the last eart quake, giving me all the space and muting factors I could ever want.

My pain, your thrill

You lean heavily against the wall, slowly sliding down as I fumble a little with my key and then finally get the door open. When I turn around to fetch you, you're sitting on the floor staring at your hand and giggling. I roll my eyes and take your hand in mine.You turn your face to look at me, a puzzled look on your face.

”Aoi-san, am I drunk? I feel weird. Like I'm not drunk but still dizzy.”

”Uru-chan, you're drunk, stupid. Now, on your feet. We have to get you into bed so you can sleep away the alacohol and wake hung-over and nice in the morning.”

”Ok.”

You grab my hand and I haul you onto your feet. You sway dangerously and loose your balance, causing the both of us to fall into a disgraceful pile on my hallway floor. Laughing I get both onto our feet. I can tell you are close to passing out. Maybe I overdid the drugs but they are serving their purpose. I know they won't harm you. Make you dizzy and give you one hell of a headache when they wear off, but not hurt you in any way. I wouldn't harm you, well, not for life at least. Maybe some thin, almost invicible scars and cuts, but nothing more. Yes. There will be scars. Beautiful cuts, marking you as mine forever. Always mine, my angel. My beautiful Uruha. My Uru-chan with hair like gold and eyes dark as the night.

How I long to see those eyes look at me with need and fear, want and screaming pain.

How I long to kiss your lips, bloodied and bruised. Red like the blood in your veins.

You fall over again, and I'm knocked out of my thoughts. I need to get you into the room before you either pass out or shake of the effects of the drugs.

”Uru-chan, my love. We need to get you to the bed before you pass out, angel.”

”Why do you keep saying that, Aoi-san?” I can hardly hear what you're mumbling now, your speech is so slurred and you fight to keep your eyes open.

”What do you mean, Uru-chan?”

”Uru-chan! I'm not a little girl, Aoi.”

”Gomen, love.”

I want to love you, but I better not touch

My room is dark, only lit up by the light from a distnt street light peeking through the curtains. I don't dare to turn the lights on, not even for you, in case it would scare you. I guess the sense of danger would still work in your drunken state and I don't want to hurt you. Not yet.
I'm happy no one has had a reason to go into my room. Anyone doing that would have fled and then reported me to some place or other. Stupid people. They would never understand the beauty of of blood on a wall or the wonderful whimpers and screams of a person in agony.

I let you drop onto the bed and you loose consiousness as soon as you land on the covers. I take off your shoes, black and silver with red stripes. The ones Reita gave you for your birthday. You shouldn't be wearing those. Someone might think you are his. But you don't. You are mine, angel. Only mine.
My beautiful Uru-chan, golden haired and dark eyed. Lips soft as Heaven's feathers. Skin like ivory, shining like moon light.
I slowly remove your shirt, gently as not to wake you, touching, caressing the skin as it's revealed. You purr softly and push into my touch, a tiny smile on your lovely lips. I can hardly wait until those lips are colored red with your blood.

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much

I have to mark you as mine, my love, and you will learn to love the pain. Pain shows you that you are still alive.
Your pants follow your shirt and shoes onto the floor and I slowly caress your gorgeous legs. Only leaving you in your boxers I gently pull you out of the bed and carry you over to the far end of the room, to the wall adjacent to the window. Dungeon cuffs are built into the wall, the height leaving whoever is in the cuffs hanging with the toes barely touching the floor. I guess a short person, like Ruki, would be hanging only in the cuffs, not reaching the floor at all. You, being a little taller, stand with half your foot on the floor once you are secured to the wall. You are hanging like an 'X', your head lolled to one side, a little line of drool staining your shoulder.
I stand before you for a while, just watching, adoring you. The I turn around and walk over to the bedside table. I pick up the syringe laying there and weigh it in my hand. The I sit down on the bed and wait for you to wake up.

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins

I must have dozed off for a moment because I'm suddenly startled awake by you calling my name. I take a moment to focus, then look at you.

”Aoi? What's going on? You know, this isn't funny!”

”It's not meant to be funny. Well, not that much at least.”

I grin slowly and walk up to you. You seem to be annoyed, flexing the muscles in your arms against the uncomfortable angle they are placed in. You seem to be having trouble to focus and I guess it's because of the blistering headache the drugs sometimes cause. Your squinting against the light confirms my thought.

”Hold on and I'll give you something for that hang-over of yours.”

”Aoi, wait!”

You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison

I just ignore you and go to the bathroom to get some painkillers and a glass of water. The I go back into the bedroom, turning on the light on the way. I can tell you are getting annoyed by the look you are giving me, annoyed and a little frightened, but I guess I would be too if I was in your position. I don't understand why you would fear me though. I haven't done anything, yet.
You glare at me as you down the pills, then furl your brows, trying to think through the head ache.

”What are you doing, Aoi-san? Why am I hung up like this? It hurts.”

”You are asking too many questions, my love. Don't you understand? You are mine now. My pretty little toy. Almost too pretty.”

”Aoi-san - ”

”Shut up! Toys don't talk. They are only there for you to play with. I don't have use for a defect toy.”

”Aoi, I - ”

”I said, shut up!”

In an instant my knife is in my hand and I cut an angry red line across your cheek. You gasp in shock and pain before turning to look at me again, something akin to fear in your eyes. That look of your is almast as addictive as those gasps of yours.

”Now look what you made me do, Uruha. You made me loose my temper. That wasn't suppose to happen.”

I stare at the red line on your cheek, at the red drops multiplying on your pale skin. Cuts in the face bleed so wonderfully. I stick my tongue out to taste the blood running down to your chin but you move away from me.

”Don't do that, angel.”

I want to love you, but I better not touch

I place the knife against your throat, preventing your movements, and lick at your wound once again. Your blood is sweet with an iron tang, and it is highly addictive. I step back to look at you then make two shallow cuts on your chest. You hiss at me from the sting then cry out as I sink my teeth into one of the cuts, located right over your left nipple.

”You're making too much noise, Uru-ai. Keep it down.”

”Aoi, why are you doing this? What has happened to you?”

I just ignore your annoying questions, lapping at the other red line on your chest. Your blood tasste so good and your pained whimpers are music to my ears. I wonder how you will sound if I would put you through real pain. The strain on your arms and shoulders and the cuts I have dealt you are merely a nuiciance, nothing more.

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much

Suddenly you seem to get an idea and before I can react your head hit mine in a very painful way and I fall to the floor. Angered I stand up again, glare at you (you glaring back) and put my hand around your throat, then hit you hard in the gut. You curl up as much as the cuffs will let you and you gulp for air when I remove my hand. I pick up the knife from the floor and force your legs apart with my foot. I press myself against your body and start to lick your neck, slowly sinking the knife into your thing, drawing a pretty deep line up to the hem of your boxers.
I grab a piece of your hair to jank your head back, then change my mind and softly caress your wounded cheek instead. The look in your eyes has turned from annoyed to one of pain and fear.
I plant a quick kiss on your lips before biting down on your neck hard enough to draw blood. You cry out again and that's when I realize the music has stopped at my neighbor's. I flinch a little at your pained whimpers, then turn my own stereo on. The Moonlight Sonata is carried through th air at high volume and I hum along for a while.

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You slump in your bonds, a picture of beautiful defeat. Your golden hair is highlighted with your blood as it is sweeping down to your chest, golden strands tickling your suspended arms. My heart is racing as I watch your chest rise and fall with every pained breath you take, air hissing in your throat.

”Please, stop.” Your whisper is barely audible.

”I have to mark you, angel. Don't you understand that? I have to make sure everyone knows you're mine.”

I gently lift your chin and look into your beautiful eyes. I slowly peck your lips before kissing you deeper.

”Scream for me, angel. Just one more time.”

I don't want to break these chains

I step away and gaze upon your gorgeous body. The sun is rising, announcing the morning. Your angelic hair is shimmering in the first rays of light. I draw away the curtains and look out at the dawn. The song is drawing to the end of its third run and I turn around as the last notes fade away.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door.

Poison
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins

”Why did you do that for, my love?! Anyone else's pain is on you now! No one will have you if I can't!”

With those words I ram the knife into your hand, nailing to the wall. You scream in pain just as my front door is broken down.
Kai and Reita barge into the room, followed by two police officers.

”Aoi, what - ” Kai's face is one of shock, while Reita's is just a grim mask.

I pull out the knife and step closer to you.

”Aoi, get away from Uruha. Now!

I just smile, then stick the knife into your side, swiftly, before launching at Kai. One of the police men fire at me and I can feel the bullet go right through m. I throw myself out of the window, fallinginto a dumpster, dead to those who are watching.
I see them carry you away, your incoherent mumbling becoming weaker and weaker. Then everything becomes dark and warm as I feel the life leaving me.

It's poison I don't want to break these chains

The nurses caring for you smile at me, just another cute friend of yours coming to visit. One of them grab my shoulder and say some words that are suppose to be comforting, but nothing can soothe my mind now that you can't be by my side anymore. Now that the beautiful smile has vanished from your lips. Now that the sparkle is gone from your eyes.
I step up next to your bed and stand there watching you for a while. I could watch you like this forever, but sadly I don't have the time. The idiotic people of the band I once belonged to thinks me dead and that illusion is what makes it possible for me to see you now.

”Uru-chan, my angel. You don't belong here, moron. Get well and come back to me where you belong.”

I smile down at you and nod my head when suddenly a glimpse of recognition is lit in your eyes, just before they turn big and beautiful with fear.
I kiss you forehead, caress your cheek, then I go to find a vase.
I fill the vase with water and put the flowers I brought in it. Lilies. White lilies, white as the one I gave you long ago, on the day when you found me out.
When I leave the hospital I can hear you screaming and people rushing to your room.


- The End -

 

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