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Apr. 24th, 2009 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaByakuran smiles when Shouichi's nails scrabble at his wrists, scratching hard enough to almost draw blood. Shouichi gave up flailing at his face long ago, knowing he couldn't reach. Byakuran had always loved having longer limbs than Shouichi. "Just let it go Shou-chan." Blood smudged Shouichi's cheek, smoke and dust smudging his forehead. "You're the last one."
Tsuna's blood spot was still growing, slowly encroaching on Byakuran and Shouichi's intimate situation. The blood soaks into Shouichi's hair, slides under his head and down his neck. Byakuran's fingertips can feel the blood. Byakuran notes that Shouichi's lips are turning a distinctive blue color, and that his struggles are growing weaker and weaker, beginning to cease. Daisy's lingering over Gokudera's mangled body, asking his stuffed animal if he wants new ears. Maybe some new hair. Kiykou and Zakura are sitting down on some stairs, trading a cigarette back and forth.
Byakuran loosens his grip, and Shouichi's body, starved for air, automatically takes a breath, than another, and another, and Shouichi's breathing evens out, even though his eyes fill with panic. The bruises on his neck are a deep purple, edged in yellow and green.
"Not quite finished, mmm, Shou-chan?" Shouichi coughs, weakly, he lost the ability to answer two squeezes ago. "Let's try this again then!"
Tsuna's blood spot was still growing, slowly encroaching on Byakuran and Shouichi's intimate situation. The blood soaks into Shouichi's hair, slides under his head and down his neck. Byakuran's fingertips can feel the blood. Byakuran notes that Shouichi's lips are turning a distinctive blue color, and that his struggles are growing weaker and weaker, beginning to cease. Daisy's lingering over Gokudera's mangled body, asking his stuffed animal if he wants new ears. Maybe some new hair. Kiykou and Zakura are sitting down on some stairs, trading a cigarette back and forth.
Byakuran loosens his grip, and Shouichi's body, starved for air, automatically takes a breath, than another, and another, and Shouichi's breathing evens out, even though his eyes fill with panic. The bruises on his neck are a deep purple, edged in yellow and green.
"Not quite finished, mmm, Shou-chan?" Shouichi coughs, weakly, he lost the ability to answer two squeezes ago. "Let's try this again then!"
