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Shards of Sanity 「PRIVATE RP」 Phanto feat. Saga


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Harukami's words weighed on his heart until his heart could take the crushing weight no more.

 

Sadly, he whispered, "Never?"

 

Does that mean he will never see his companions again? Nagasawa? Even Tracy, he wished to see again. What it meant, he had no idea.

 

He turned his head to the side, and clenched around the other man's intrusion. "Come, Masato. Finish. Please."

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He didn't want it this way; if he was to fuck him like an animal completely, he'd have used other methods. His voice gathered all the pain he felt from inside,

- No.

 

He refused. And once he did, he pulled out. It was painful to have his member aching to come but still controlling urges. So his mental sickness wasn't the lack of mind control, one to wonder.

 

With a retreat, he got off the table not even a glance he threw over Lou,

- Told you to never come in the library.

 

Mumbled as guilty note, he left the floor to get himself relieved in the bathroom. And he didn't worry whether Lou would escape or not. The house was locked with fingerprint-pass-control, which obviously was only Haru's fingerprint. Besides, it was night and in the mountain - not very smart to roam during the cold Spring season outside.

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His muscles screamed in agony as the man pulled out of him. He could hear the man moving about but after he put himself in a fetal position, he couldn't see him.

 

Wait, he couldn't see him. He had to get out of here.

 

Hsin stood up, much too fast on shaky weak legs, gone numb from abuse, lost his balance and went down like a tonne of bricks. There was a thud as he hit the floor, and then a groan of pain and exhaustion. He hit the floor with his fist, tears falling silently from closed eyes. The man was right, he should've run when he had the chance. Now he'll never let me go, he thought.

 

Too soon.

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Once he finished and took a shower, letting the thoughts escape with the running water, Haru wrapped towel around waist. With a quiet step he got out the bathroom, glancing over the stairs. Had he to check on Lou? Or he had to just be one of the pretenders?

 

A deep exhale, he reached to rub the bridge of his nose. His long hair dripping water over his board back and his firm chest. It was better to leave the other alone, so he headed to the kitchen to pour some wine.

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He heard running water and he wished it was for him. He wanted to wash away the smell of him, the shame and degradation. Right now he wanted to wash himself away.

 

He crawled for a yard or so before the darkness engulfed him. And he let it.

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The rest of the night he spent it in the guest room, alone in the dark with a glass of red wine.

 

Feel what? Your loneliness? Your desperation?

 

Like a broken record it played in his mind. It was a bull's eye. A slight chuckle ironically escaped him as his chin lowered down to gaze into the red liquid.

 

For a second there he started thinking something, but a frown pushed it back in his mind. A solid gulp, he finished his wine at once and rose from the chair to find his pillow. The heat and the pain in his chest were fighting, so he preferred to sleep this night away just as he got out of the shower.

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Hsin awakened and stood after a struggle. Conveniently, a long mirror was before him and recognised not the man reflected in it.

 

The Hsin in the mirror was feral, wild looking. Gazelle was the word that came to mind. A Gazelle with bloody thighs, crimson running down toned legs, that were barely carrying their owner.

 

He seemed to be transfixed, unable to look away from the mirror. Or the Gazelle in the mirror. Or should it be butterfly?

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The morning was foggy and cold, as to be expected in the mountains after all. He frowned under the weight of his forearm; sleeping only with towel on and wet hair, not very smart especially when a doctor. Haru had a plenty fair headache as rose from the bed to glance over the bare windows. Ah, it has snowed just a bit, just to cover the beautifully green with frosty veil.

 

He sneezed to reach for the night bed-table, pulling the small drawer his hand found some cold-pills. The worst thing that could follow after the intense night he had. He flicked two pills into mouth to swallow them dry. Speaking of which, he left Lou in the library.

 

With a glance towards the door, he had to dress first.

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Hsin felt something between his legs, both wet and dried. He stirred on the floor, where he had slept with his head on a make-shift pillow. The very shirt that binder him.

 

He was both cold and hot. Shivering and all but sweating. He hugged himself and tried to close his eyes again, to drown out the still-lingering pain.

 

He hadn't closed his eyes a second, before his heard the lock turn.

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The long haired male slowly made his way up to the library, wondering if the other was still there or went in some random room, to hide. After all the rooms could be locked from inside, so it sounded pretty legit to be so. However, once he stepped into the library, his dark pupils widened a bit.

 

So that meant to break a butterfly, he thought.

 

Lou looked awfully pale, shuddering and sweating. Blue eyes lowered to down, watching the thighs trembling under the traced of dried blood. He made a few firm steps to catch the male by the hand,

- Are you out of your mind?

 

What a question, actually, 'who said it'. Haru inhaled a deep one, to gather his thoughts. Sleeping on the floor with not treated inner wound and sweating while cold and pale - not needed to be a doctor to do the math. Masato lowered his torso to 'cup' the male off the ground in his arms. First was first, the bathroom.

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He had nothing to say, so just carried him to the bathroom; still with arms tightly holding him up, he flicked the tap running to fill the tub. It was the best to bathe with herbs in instead of soap or bathtub bubble-maker body shampoo.

 

He lowered down to put the male inside the warm water, then reached for the drawer under the sink; it was more like connected to the wall under the sink, one had to stare to see it was actually a bath-drawer. He had stored oils and herbs inside; he picked a mixture of herbs, aloe vera, buckthorn and some tea tree herb. With the male inside the tub he spilled the dried leaves inside the tub. Another reach, he took a soothing oil from the drawer to pull his sleeve up - not explaining at all what he was to do.

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The water was gentle and warm on his skin, but his backside was on fire the second the water hit it.

 

He watched the other man. "What are you doing?"

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With a glance over the man, he debated over to tell or not. Especially what he had to do wouldn't be well welcomed by Lou.

- Just don't move around. - he flicked the tap open of an odd looking bottle and spilled quite some over his palm. With a gentle shift he sank the arm inside the water between Lou's legs.

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The water took to waves as Hsin backed away suddenly, ignoring the pain. As he kicked back to back away, his leg caught Harukami's forearm between his foot and the porcelain tub.

 

"What is that?"

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With a stoic expression, he bluntly stated (kind of literally) on the question,

- Oil.

 

With a shift of his wrist he forced his arm to get away from the "trap" and frown. Now the oil was for too long in the water, it had to be applied right away. He sighed and looked over the male,

- Get up.

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Haru lifted his chin up as he was crouching down, his blue eyes stared at the beautiful body before him. So bossy, the other seemed.

 

The long haired male was not up to argue, so he passed the bottle up to the other.

- Go ahead.

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Despite the command-like sentence, it was adorable how Lou wanted so called 'personal space'. Haru chuckled weakly, his headache not really allowing him to take on some jerk-like manners.

- What now? Shying? I am a doctor as you know. - a reasonable statement.

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"Doctor, muderer, rapist, sociopath. Call yourself what you will. Do it, I will. And you will not watch."

 

Shying? Oh yes. The only people that touched him there, or anywhere intimate, he fucked until the couldn't walk the next day. Except…

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With a reach with wet hand to pinch bridge of nose, he rose up to enter the bathtub.

- Doctor, yes.

 

He grabbed Lou's arm to take the bottle,

- Murderer, yes.

 

Agitated by Lou's words he forced the male against the wall, having his back turned to him,

- Rapist, yes.

With a lean to reach an ear from behind,

- But don't you call me a sociopath, Lou. I do feel, even more than you. I feel pain so damn well that it turned me into what I am today. - the tap of the bottle was flicked to pop into the water as the oil ran down the male's back slipping in between the butt's cheeks.

- Now, may I? - he ran his hand against the back to gather the still sliding herb oil and middle finger slipped between the firm ass of the man.

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"You may not." He pressed his back to the cold tiles in the wall.

 

Hsin took a deep breath and said hesitantly. "Defiant nature is a defining feature of all that is beautiful. Debasing it will make it nothing. You will have nothing, if you do it. Taking away the things that make an image unique, it is no longer that image. The b-butterfly is wingless, beauty-less, and… useless."

 

He hoped the man was rational and logical enough to see that. He meant none of it, but he didn't want that man's touch. He did not want the kick while he was down.

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True words, in fact, too sense-filled. With ease in his cold eyes, Haru fell silent. Partly guilty, but yet the other refused to understand Haru..; why Haru had to try and understand? Egoistic and selfish, all humans were. He glanced down, nothing but professional-mode could be seen on face. He really switched to being a doctor. With his finger he made a smooth prob to insert the oil.

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He breathing was ragged and fearful. He allowed the man, although he contemplated hitting the man, but the Hsin knew it wouldn't be wise.

 

"Masato, d-did your uncle ever touch you?"

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