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Quatre Winner I Beat the 8 Robot Masters
Age: 37 Joined: 03 Jul 2005 Posts: 162 Location: Wandering the universes in search of a good story to write
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:44 pm Post subject: Perceptions; OT - Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka PoV, ANGST, PG-13 |
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Carthesis rocks. After a bad day at work, nothing's better than letting your frustrations bleed away through ficcage.
Yami no Matusei SO isn't Rockman.exe, but there are interesting possibilites when it comes to crossovers. But it was either Forte or Hisoka, and I chose Hisoka cause Forte just would seem overdone.
So... here it is. Enjoy~
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Warnings: PG-13 for a reason. Imagery could be disturbing to some people.
Notes: Poor Hisoka~ *huggles* It'll be okay in the morning... Oh, and Tsuzuki x Hisoka wasn't meant to be implied. Tsu's just very tactile and cares lots for Hisoka.
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The moon is red again tonight. Blood red. Things are happening to people tonight, innocent people, that will most likely land them into a file on my desk in the morning. I look up at that red moon and see myself. I see an innocent being turned angry and hurtful by no fault of his, and in turn harming others.
I remember the first time I saw the moon's true face. How could I forget, when that night my life became a living hell until I finally, gratefully, slipped into death's embrace and was greeted kindly.
Then again, I did forget. My demon, my tormentor, made me forget, made me believe that it was because I was different, that I was a demon, that the gods had struck me with a curse that dragged me down to death and beyond.
But I am a demon. How could I possibly be human? No person could treat their human son the way I was, beaten and caged and told that if it weren't for family traditions I'd be nothing but a heap of dust, something thrown away at infancy and left to rot, forgotten by all but the insects that got nourishment from me, and even then, when there was nothing left of me, leaving me in my barren grave.
This thought does not horrify me as it might some. It is simply a fact that I acknowledge.
Since the night the moon showed it's bloody face to me, I've been wondering whether I would truly have been better off. Would it have been better, I've thought, to have died before realizing that I was a demon? That I was a monster cursed to feel the thoughts of others, to know that they think of me only as a monster, something that, had things turned out differently, would be nothing but a minor note in the book of the dead?
I watch the moon, these thoughts swirling around my head, and feel someone approach. I latch onto that person, drinking in their emotions hungrily, and turn my head to watch them.
"Hisoka?" they speak up tentatively.
"Tsuzuki," I answer neutrally, carefully keeping my face blank even as I take his emotions into myself. This is the monster I am, but he can't know it. I don't want to drive him away. He's the only one in my life after death that knows even a little about who I am.
"Are you okay?" he asked timidly. His emotions leak off him in waves, and I feel his concern for me being drawn in by my inhumanity, becoming part of me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask quietly, looking back up at the moon. I fancy that I see the deaths of those innocents in its face, and, even as I mourn, the inhuman part of me is noting the positive effects of death.
With those people gone, there will be less people to feed, meaning more food for everyone else. The same with clothing, with shelter, with almost every aspect of life.
"We know... he... isn't dead. And when that happens," he paused, indicating the moon, "he's up to something."
I looked over into inhuman violet eyes, and wondered. Did he know I wasn't human? Did he know that, while I insisted that he was human, moreso than most other humans, I myself was not?
"He'll come to us," I said. "We shouldn't worry until then."
I said it so casually it startled Tsuzuki. He gnawed on his lower lip. Without warning I found myself trapped in his embrace, as he'd come up behind me when I turned my attention back to the moon. He pinned my arms at my sides, his own reaching around my stomach, and rested his head on mine.
With touch comes more than feelings. I see into his heart, see how he views me, and I'm shocked to find that he constantly compares himself to me, seeing how we measure up to each other, and that, on the humanity scale, I rank far higher than he.
"Baka," I say, even as I settle into his arms. "You're the most human of us all."
I meant it.
"No, Hisoka," he says firmly. "You are. You show us that, no matter what we endure, we can come out of it a whole person. We just have issues," he added lightly.
For now, I choose not to argue, preffering to hide from the truth within that warm embrace. Tsuzuki doesn't say anything else, and I feel the belief behind his words.
If Tsuzuki believes it... then maybe I will too.
The moon's face is no longer clouded with anger, shining onto the cherry blossoms around us with chilly silver beams. _________________ Avatar made by me in paint. Whoo
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Age: 37 Joined: 18 Mar 2005 Posts: 3089 Location: The AfterMath. Otherwise, New York City.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 2:29 pm Post subject: |
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...wow.
Although I know nothing of the characters in this fic (at least nothing outside of reading this), I am quite amazed with the level of profundity that you put in your imagery. The blood red moon was an especially gripping image, and to put it simply, I was amazed at the level at which the emotions were expressed--the manner of hatred and forlorness of being rejected.
Great job, Quat. \o/ _________________ Today, these three players are after Big Bucks! But they'll have to avoid the Whammy, as they play the most exciting game of their lives! From Television City in Hollywood! It's time to 'Press Your Luck!'--Rod Roddy
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Jean Net Police
Age: 37 Joined: 31 Oct 2005 Posts: 428 Location: North Vancouver, BC, Canada
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 3:46 pm Post subject: |
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Nice little fic. I like your writing style, it's easy to read but not overly simple. _________________ deviantART / Live Journal / Yaoi Gallery |
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Mugen.exe The Original Amish Technogeek!
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Quatre Winner I Beat the 8 Robot Masters
Age: 37 Joined: 03 Jul 2005 Posts: 162 Location: Wandering the universes in search of a good story to write
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:13 pm Post subject: |
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Sorry, Mugen. This is a one-shot. Most of my angst stuff is ^^;;
But glad everyone liked ^__^. _________________ Avatar made by me in paint. Whoo
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