Series: East BL Circus
Title: puppet show
Fandom: Plastic Tree (Ryuutarou / Akira)
Chapters: Oneshot
Gender: yaoi, drama, lemon
Language: ENG
ol Author: Midori [bluescat_girl]
Disclaimer: None of the little men Pura mine, but I have my eye on Akira;)
puppet show
"Towards the sky beautifully blue and lonely,
extend my hands it is everything.
I mix with air and, in response, my mind becomes weak.
I do not understand. "
remember when looking for that tiny window still meant something to me, I could see freedom one day be able to recover. Now, look, feel and how that freedom taken away only makes fun of my misery across the thick wall.
At this time, not even want to leave my imprisonment, to be honest, the outside I'm afraid. I fear that world yet unknown to me after this time. He has made that issue out of this dark but oddly cozy room. Perhaps not exactly welcoming the term to use in this case, might feel that way only by the familiarity of many years without seeing more than these four walls stained with a black blight . Anyway, I'm more than used to this place. I learned not to look beyond the thin air that flows into the room, the dirty windows of my longed-for freedom before, what has been completed forging in my interior.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I can still close my eyes and spread my hands to the ceiling in order to remember what it feels like to fly. How stupid, right? He tells me that this is not just a silly dream teens, because the outside world will end with me. "Ryuu-chan, your mind is too weak to withstand the world" . I think I'm imprisoned in this place only for my sake, but also I think my mind has gradually weakened over time. I can not remember what it was before, I can not remember whether or not I had a happy childhood, I can not even remember if this is my real name. My reality is this has been created for me. Should be grateful, because not everyone is fortunate to have someone to make a reality as. I wonder ... Luck? "This is really lucky?
I do not give more than two passes and something is already pulling my ankles to keep me away from the door. At first, I can tell by the multiple scars, which may tie iron must be quite painful, but now I can not feel anything and just limit myself to run his fingers caressing the pain remains in my skin. Without realizing it, staring, I know my hand is going through the floor, gently picking every sense of cruelty that he has left lying. Sometimes I wonder, why me? What was it that attracted you to me? "I take care of you" . I shudder to remember his hands on my skin, so pale from lack of sun. It occurs to me see my bare hands, rolling his eyes over my legs to reach my feet, and I never saw anything so foul, so horrible. Did I always like that? Was this what he saw in me?
I hear how the lock opens, but the sound is so distant that I do not know if my mere imagination that makes me hear it. I keep looking at the dirt that I can never get out of my skin, because it is so stagnant that neither the white purity could clean minimally. The door closes and I feel a few steps closer to me. Instinctively, Return, crawling into the darkest corner. I against the wall and the metal of my ropes almost can dig into my skin. I have no fear of him. I only fear what we know and what comes next, he recorded a fire within me to make sure never to forget.
These hands are caressing my skin surface, and I, what I can do about it? The moans escape my lips in the form of sighs because my voice has almost no strength to get out. I do not look at him, I can not see his mocking smile. After so long, I should have used to their smiles, their friction, his voice ... but no, he is the only thing I still can not bear. I can feel one of his hands runs through my body from my legs to stop on my cheek. It is a cool touch, I've never felt this warmth that I can barely even remember the past. His breath on my face left a faint kiss on my forehead. And not even close my eyes. I know that this world was made for a puppet like me.
-Ryuu-chan, with his hands as clean and different than mine, raise my face to watch me with those eyes of superiority, are you sad today?
lowered his eyes and just refuse his head slowly. "Just ... devastation ". A vague memory comes to my mind to see how he kneels at my side. The first time we met, took the same position now as a smile he handed me my child alone. "Are you sad?" . I grabbed one wrist and went to these irons that bound my ankles, with the view away to the side, forced him to touch the cold metal.
- What do you mean? Perhaps ... Do you want to release you?
That voice, so thus mocking tone used, told me that my request was denied again. Still, only once nodded curtly and returned his hand to my cheek. Why could not get a warm touch? Maybe a puppet does not need something as ephemeral as the warmth of a touch, or feeling a kiss. How would I need them, if not even remember having regard? In my reality as created, it hurts inside, but I can not mourn for it but I try. And again, my body is attracted to his mark in his selfish possession. My head now rests on your shoulder while watching a dead end in a vacuum. I feel his heart beating against my back and in a careless, inhale the sweet aroma so different from mine. I raise my dirty hands, so white skin, carrying with me over and willing to compare them. Observe how different are the hands of a puppet and theirs. Interlace your fingers with mine while around me in a hug, forgetting a vacuum kiss on my neck. Sometimes I wish I could feel them, even if his kisses.
"I do not talk to me, Ryuutarou-intended, gently stroking my hair with his lips as he spoke. I do not look. Have I done anything to treat me this way?
The whispers in my ear and not me cause the slight tingling they used to. Again, I deny slowly without saying a word, and in a blink, I let my eyelids drooping eyes not to see. I would like to disappear his touch so easily.
I remember there was a time in their presence did not bother me, even longed for the time when his skin touched mine, but ... I can not say that my mind does not make up those memories.
"You know, Ryuutarou, I can not let go," his embrace grew louder around me, but I try to feel it stop. The outside world would kill you. People would hate you to be pure because there is nobody out there like you.
"Nobody like me" . How many times I had said this, many Sometimes I hated not having an equal. Being someone only makes me feel special, just give me a reasonable explanation aims to why I am here only to cast me. For someone unique. But is this a good thing or a bad thing? I've never known how to distinguish right from wrong without any doubt. I do not know if I'm good and he's bad, do not know if I am wrong.
daily dilemmas continue going around in my mind, breaking it, laughing at her and, while, him as their puppet masters me and makes me his will and desire. My hands, caught between their own, are forced to caress the skin so clear and his clear, so devoid of all the darkness that covers the mine. Again I feel how I am not worthy to do such an act, because I am too different from him, too impure for him. But nothing I can do against their will, having created this world for me, he asked me more than these few minutes alone.
-Ryuutarou, thank you for that day when I was alone in that park.
Was it a park? My mind was unable to recall this fact, we only saw him in front of me with a smile, impossible to define. He is the only thing I've learned the past dozen years, cares for me and does not allow me harm. But he does not realize that fear and rubbing his eyes hurting me.
Of all his being, I fear your eyes only, because I never know how they look at me, I do not know what they mean their looks. While trying to talk with words, I know if you look into your eyes can tell me different things that her lips dare not utter. So, I try to look away from your eyes, because I feel threatened by ignorance. I wish I had read.
Thus, in this position, her hands now around my slim waist and his lips again dare to kiss my skin, burning with pain that I no longer feel. His fingers deep into my clothes but I can stop it, because I do not care what I do, and it forces me, now my body is asking for it as if it were a drug.
There were days when I dreamed that he no longer pertenecíay the only thing capable of burning my skin was the sunshine of freedom. Do not know why he longed so much freedom if it is something totally forbidden for me. I guess that's why.
Liberty. Freedom. I do not know why I remember that term if the majority of my mind has erased my past. I know that freedom is on the outside, those leaves that fall from the trees at certain times of year.
Lost in my thoughts, I wake up and realize in a moment that I am lying on the floor, facing the ceiling which so often afraid that fell on me. I feel his hands down my legs, my thin, dirty and battered legs. He does not deserve to touch someone like me with skin like mine, but even so, I know he just touches my skin, I just kiss me. It is a comfort, no joy. In fact, I do not know what to feel to it. Just leave me now while he goes through my body that long, dirty shirt that just might cover me, making me stretch my arms to get it out. I know watching me, her eyes burning me in the wound and then the touch of his hand the soothes with its chill.
-Ryuu-chan, my little Ryuu-chan. Does your fragile beauty does not fade?
kisses me again and again and again. "Beautiful ... I". I raised his arms to make our skin from rubbing. How soft is your skin. His arms, his face, his chest. I walk on it with fingers and my gaze pursuit. "Beautiful skin is the" . I'm always lost in it, and my empty eyes are deselected only for a second. My hair goes through his fingers while kissing miss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
-Lie.
sigh when my back touching the cold floor again, watching his silhouette is in front of my eyes. His clothes are noiseless fall to the ground and I know what goes on. My body also craves.
feel your body falling gently over me so that his hands down my bare chest. I moan and I know he thinks it's lovely, really do not know why I do it. Meeting uncomfortable that my legs have to go around his waist as he holds my hips with his hands, making your nails are driven at the same time I feel how he enters me. I think that hurts, or at least that's what happened at the beginning. Now ... now I do not care. My body moves up and down and I know my breathing quickens causing many groans to be expelled from my lips. I can also hear yours. And my name.
-Oh ... Ryuu-chan ...
I know. I should not but still well, I do. I cling tightly to his arm because, if I do, I feel overwhelmed. He groans and moans. And she kisses me and whispers in my mouth, increasing the pace of the dance. And I moan and kiss him. And my eyes are closed, I could hear my name out of his throat hoarse with stabbing the liquid inside. It's over. It ended once again. Sale
inside me almost without realizing it and I see him lying beside me, with your breathing, sweating. I know you see me, he always does, and I know what I say now.
-Ryuu-chan, do you want? Because I love you.
seat without uttering a word. Sonríey He comes to me to surround myself with are his arms. Spend one of your hands down my cheeks and she takes a liquid that seemed to be there.
- My little Ryuu-chan cry?
"Mourn?" . This clear liquid poured from my eyes without my knowing what it was, but he wiped the back of his hand as often slip down my face. I do not sorry, I was not. I never knew how I should feel after this. I think I feel something inside me but now there is only a void.
got up from my side, but not before giving me a kiss on the lips again, and I lay there, while volvíaa feel the weight of the chain on my ankles. Before you get out of his mouth came out a few words unintelligible to me.
I just hope that he comes back, and my body asks for it. I'm still in this reality forged for me, which I do not want to escape, I think that freedom once wanted and now I am afraid. And I think about it ... it ... Akira ...
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