crime and punishment; (KuraiMiaka)
"let's do it" + "how do we?" + "ready, go" = suicide it's just not my kind of game, but i don't have a choice 'cause if i were to decline, i'd be cast aside and worth not a thing to you, not in your eyes
words: 474 (KuraiMiaka)
song used: Crime and Punishment (Amatsuki's arranged version)
AU: Corrupt
/Hey, if I agreed to try and hate you, wouldn’t you try to love the me that’s beyond caring about your feelings?/
“…what do you want?”
“Nothing…why do you always assume I want something?”
“Because you never willingly come and talk to me unless you want something.” his petite looking face formed an unpleasant looking grimace on his lips as he glanced over at the taller blonde, raising a single eyebrow. They hated each other, of course, why would he come over here just to be here?
That was preposterous.
“…hmph. I could fuck you up again instead, how does that sound?” he rolled his eyes with an irritated frown, leaning against a nearby tree with his arms folded together, occasionally dusting off his shoulders as he carefully observed the smaller blondes reactions and movements.
“Tch…whatever.”
/The “he” that needs you is now gone, “he’s” not here anymore. At all./
“Why should I care, anyways…you said you were gonna do it again sooner or later. Because you want me dead still, don’t you, hm…?” he glanced off to the side, blinking as his eyes slowly drooped to the ground, the faintest traces of hurt in the dull red and blue orbs.
/It hurts, you know?/
“Yeah, but if I killed you I wouldn’t have anyone to mess around with anymore…hmph.”
“…sure.”
“Tch, it’s true. Don’t go thinking I like having you around or anything…that’s stupid.” he huffed in an irritated type of tone, staring off to the side as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Your days are still fucking numbered…and have been ever since the day you first possessed Eri.”
“Whatever you say…Kurai.” he frowned again, rolling his eyes before shooting the blonde a cold, near emotionless stare.
/If only you had the ears that I have, then I would sing you a song from the bottom of my heart. But would you?
If only you had the heart that I have, then I would flood you with all the love that I have. But would you?/
“I’ll be waiting for that day, then. Because I don’t believe you in the slightest.”
“And why not, hm…?” the blonde glared at him before walking over, roughly gripping the shorter boy’s chin and tilting his head upward so that he would look him in the eyes.
“You don’t scare me.”
“I should.”
“But you don’t.”
/Today, I don’t need to reach your deafened ears, and I don’t need to try and fill your empty heart./
He frowned and released the boy from his grip, turning away as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “Whatever.”
“See…you could’ve done something there but you didn’t. Therefore…I don’t believe you.”
“Fuck off.”
“Tch.”
/All I need now is the agony I see upon your face, and that’s good enough for me, in the end…/