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writetomyheart2014-02-15 03:56 pm
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[Team One] no matter how far you run, the darkness will follow
i have no idea what this is, i just wanted demons and dark fic. the fujikita was a plus.
"Persuade me?" Kitayama says incredulously. His voice hikes up an octave at the ridiculousness of the idea. "You want to persuade me to join you?" He stares at the demon that stands before him, Fujigaya, he said his name was, who does nothing but smirk right back.
"Sure," Fujigaya says with a shrug. He seems incredibly pleased with himself, that he has the Kitayama tied up and in his possession. "Why not? You'd be our greatest weapon."
Kitayama growls in the back of his throat, baring his teeth as if he's some wild dog read to attack. Fujigaya laughs in his face, head tipped back. "I'm not a tool."
Crouching down to his height, Fujigaya rests his hands on Kitayama's knees, practically leering at him in delight. "Oh, Hiromitsu--can I call you that? It seems more...personal." He tilts his head just a bit, eyes never leaving Kitayama's face, calculating. "After all, regardless of your answer you and will be spending a lot of time together."
Kitayama tries to thrash against his binding, pulling at the ties around his wrist even though he knows it's useless. The rope digs into his skin harshly, burning it where he twists his arms and cutting off his blood flow. Fujigaya only finds his struggle amusing, laughing softly under his breath.
"Give up, Hiromitsu. You are helpless."
The problem is that Kitayama already knows this, but he can't just let himself give up and not try. Demons do make mistakes and he refuses to admit defeat when there's a small, tiny chance that this Fujigaya could have fucked up somewhere. It's not entirely over until Kitayama is dead and bleeding, rotting in hell, or possessed as well. He'd prefer the former, but demons aren't known for taking things that humans want into consideration.
"Why me?" He asks darkly, still struggling. "Why not one of the other billions of people on this planet?"
Fujigaya actually smiles at that, licking his lips. His eyes flick to dark, black, endless pools for a second before going back to normal. The sight never sits right with Kitayama, even now it makes him shudder internally. "Because," Fujigaya says. His hands are disgustingly warm of Kitayama's thighs, making him shift, trying to escape the touch. "You are the perfect one for this. If anyone could ruin the lives of others, slowly take apart someone's soul it would be you. You, Hiromitsu, would turn it into an art."
Kitayama has to squeeze his eyes shut and breathe in through his nose. It's all lies, everything Fujigaya says. He is a demon, it's part of his plan to get into Kitayama's head to make him break. He knows this, but some smaller, weaker part of him wonders how right Fujigaya is and it makes him sick to his stomach.
"Just think about it, the feeling of warm, thick blood on your hands." Fujigaya stands and makes his way around Kitayama, resting his hands on Kitayama's shoulders and squeezing. "I know you enjoy it, watching as the blood leaves the body, draining slowly through the folds of the flesh, the gaping holes you've created."
He grits his teeth. "No," Kitayama hisses. "You're lying."
The smirk on Fujigaya's face is loud in the room and he hear feel the brush of lips against his ear. "Am I really?"
Yes, Kitayama wants to say. You're a dirty liar and you will never, ever win. But he can't, his tongue is too thick in his mouth, because he knows that some part of him does enjoy it. Some sick, demented part that will never be normal, that he can't possibly justify. "Fuck you."
Fujigaya cackles and squeezes his shoulders tightly before letting go and stepping back. "How about you think about it? There's no one here to interrupt us after all. And I have all the time in the world." He rounds Kitayama, standing before him once more, hand places casually in the pockets of his jeans.
A small through passes through Kitayama's head. Is this Fujigaya's actual body, or is it just some poor fucker who got caught in a cross fire. Some body that Fujigaya possessed. Or is it that this person, the body, is actually the one called Fujigaya and the demon just has some name that he doesn't wish to share. It's an inane, pointless though, but Kitayama can't help it or the other thoughts that it leads too. If he were to say yes, what would be come of him? Of his body? He would be no better than Fujigaya, just another disgusting creature trapped in the darkness that lives to spill blood.
"Persuade me?" Kitayama says incredulously. His voice hikes up an octave at the ridiculousness of the idea. "You want to persuade me to join you?" He stares at the demon that stands before him, Fujigaya, he said his name was, who does nothing but smirk right back.
"Sure," Fujigaya says with a shrug. He seems incredibly pleased with himself, that he has the Kitayama tied up and in his possession. "Why not? You'd be our greatest weapon."
Kitayama growls in the back of his throat, baring his teeth as if he's some wild dog read to attack. Fujigaya laughs in his face, head tipped back. "I'm not a tool."
Crouching down to his height, Fujigaya rests his hands on Kitayama's knees, practically leering at him in delight. "Oh, Hiromitsu--can I call you that? It seems more...personal." He tilts his head just a bit, eyes never leaving Kitayama's face, calculating. "After all, regardless of your answer you and will be spending a lot of time together."
Kitayama tries to thrash against his binding, pulling at the ties around his wrist even though he knows it's useless. The rope digs into his skin harshly, burning it where he twists his arms and cutting off his blood flow. Fujigaya only finds his struggle amusing, laughing softly under his breath.
"Give up, Hiromitsu. You are helpless."
The problem is that Kitayama already knows this, but he can't just let himself give up and not try. Demons do make mistakes and he refuses to admit defeat when there's a small, tiny chance that this Fujigaya could have fucked up somewhere. It's not entirely over until Kitayama is dead and bleeding, rotting in hell, or possessed as well. He'd prefer the former, but demons aren't known for taking things that humans want into consideration.
"Why me?" He asks darkly, still struggling. "Why not one of the other billions of people on this planet?"
Fujigaya actually smiles at that, licking his lips. His eyes flick to dark, black, endless pools for a second before going back to normal. The sight never sits right with Kitayama, even now it makes him shudder internally. "Because," Fujigaya says. His hands are disgustingly warm of Kitayama's thighs, making him shift, trying to escape the touch. "You are the perfect one for this. If anyone could ruin the lives of others, slowly take apart someone's soul it would be you. You, Hiromitsu, would turn it into an art."
Kitayama has to squeeze his eyes shut and breathe in through his nose. It's all lies, everything Fujigaya says. He is a demon, it's part of his plan to get into Kitayama's head to make him break. He knows this, but some smaller, weaker part of him wonders how right Fujigaya is and it makes him sick to his stomach.
"Just think about it, the feeling of warm, thick blood on your hands." Fujigaya stands and makes his way around Kitayama, resting his hands on Kitayama's shoulders and squeezing. "I know you enjoy it, watching as the blood leaves the body, draining slowly through the folds of the flesh, the gaping holes you've created."
He grits his teeth. "No," Kitayama hisses. "You're lying."
The smirk on Fujigaya's face is loud in the room and he hear feel the brush of lips against his ear. "Am I really?"
Yes, Kitayama wants to say. You're a dirty liar and you will never, ever win. But he can't, his tongue is too thick in his mouth, because he knows that some part of him does enjoy it. Some sick, demented part that will never be normal, that he can't possibly justify. "Fuck you."
Fujigaya cackles and squeezes his shoulders tightly before letting go and stepping back. "How about you think about it? There's no one here to interrupt us after all. And I have all the time in the world." He rounds Kitayama, standing before him once more, hand places casually in the pockets of his jeans.
A small through passes through Kitayama's head. Is this Fujigaya's actual body, or is it just some poor fucker who got caught in a cross fire. Some body that Fujigaya possessed. Or is it that this person, the body, is actually the one called Fujigaya and the demon just has some name that he doesn't wish to share. It's an inane, pointless though, but Kitayama can't help it or the other thoughts that it leads too. If he were to say yes, what would be come of him? Of his body? He would be no better than Fujigaya, just another disgusting creature trapped in the darkness that lives to spill blood.
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