Challenge – Yama Pair Shorts: 063 Charcoal
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Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 033 Charcoal
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1550
Summary: Sho remembers. Satoshi snaps.
WARNING: (from this chapter onwards) for themes dealing with death, violence, jealousy, revenge, and obsession.
Note: Because Peter Pan wasn’t always a good boy, and Captain Hook wasn’t always so grown-up and villainous.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
In hindsight, Satoshi knew he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively the night he kicked Jun out of Waku Waku. Then again, he also knew that Sho wasn’t supposed to remember Jun anymore, so why did he?
Why weren’t things around here going the way Satoshi wanted them to? The way that they always did and should—?
“Where’s Jun?”
“Who?”
“Stop fooling around Satoshi and tell me what you did!”
“What did I do?”
“Where’s Jun?! Why doesn’t anyone remember him?! Why isn’t he here?!”
“Who?”
His nose had twitched rather violently then, and for a second he was almost afraid Sho would catch him at his lie. But the boy was too far gone in anger to notice any of his unwitting quirks when he’s being less than honest with his words; the few of them he would manage to say, would even bother saying to back up his ruse.
And while he would admit his poker-faced act almost completely cracked under the pressure of Sho’s impassioned screams, the trembling undertones of fear in his roommate’s voice posed a much bigger challenge of keeping his tongue from sticking right out and literally tasting the air between them.
Because the thrill he felt at that very moment reminded him all too well of the day he had his first taste of ice cream. He had been four, and the delightfully new sensation of the cold, sweet treat melting in his tongue and sliding down his throat, left sharp traces of tormenting bliss in his mouth that he had dreamt about for days, weeks, months on end.
He couldn’t quite decide yet what flavor of ice cream would best fit Sho. It also did cross his mind to try and lick the boy to find out, which would’ve probably just made the boy a lot angrier, and Satoshi a lot less able to hold himself back.
Why had Sho not forgotten Jun anyway? Unlike the rest of the boys in Waku Waku, Sho remembered. If anything, he was remembering more. And Satoshi could never allow this. He could never bear to lose Sho the same way he did his Aunt Matsuko—
“Where are you going, Sho-chan?”
“I’m getting out of here! This place is insane! I don’t wanna be here anymore!”
“No.”
“Let me go, Satoshi!”
“No!”
“LET ME GO!”
“NO!”
It had just been a spark of thought, as soon as they found themselves at the top of a flight of stairs leading down to the lobby, to the front door that had only been opened once since Sho came here.
It was just a spark that quickly burst into a compulsive need to show the boy what he could do, how much he’s willing to do, to keep this place from falling apart. To keep himself from falling apart.
But he did hold that thought back. Wrapped his fingers around it as hard as he did around Sho’s wrist. He did try to tug Sho away from the edge, his own voice hitting the first note of a shriek. He sounded desperate, scared, pleading, and so very unlike himself—
“Stop. Struggling. Dammit! Sho-chan! Please. Just. Calm down!”
Sho’s proud gaze glistened with tears that spoke of both fear and defiance. It only made Satoshi’s heart tremble even more.
But he hardly had time to dwell on this for in that same second Sho also took that one step back.
And in his utter surprise, Satoshi had let go.
He had let go...
And watched with a keen mixture of horror and fascination as Sho fell backwards; the startled boy’s eyes growing rounder, lips forming around a scream that didn’t quite make it through, hands reaching out desperately for a lifeline that Satoshi didn’t even bother extending—
He just stood there and watched, holding his breath in anticipation of Sho’s body hitting wood, shoulder first, the impact accompanied by a pained grunt. A breathy sob. The subsequent thud-thudding of a heap of groaning flesh bouncing down the rest of the steps gave the entire spectacle the punch it needed to finally put a smile on Satoshi’s lips.
He was almost sorry when it ended. When the sudden quiet took his smile away and there was just Sho spread out like a discarded ragdoll at the bottom landing, eyes now closed, lips slightly open to let out and let in what little breath he had left, his right arm twisted in such an awkward angle, it was a surprise it had managed to stay on at all.
The commotion that followed brought Satoshi’s mind back to himself. To that part of him that cared the most for Sho’s well-being more than anything.
He gasped and remembered he had been holding his breath only when Shibata-san grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall. “What did you do, Satoshi?!” the distraught woman snarled in his face. “What did you do?!”
“I... I didn’t! We were just talking! I didn’t—I didn’t mean to... Oh my god! Is he okay?!” He sobbed and he stuttered and he screamed the moment Okada-sensei rushed pass with Sho’s body hanging limply in his arms. He shrugged himself out of Shibata-san’s hands, violently and with a sharp warning glare that made the old woman cringe and pull back without another word.
Nobody dared to question Satoshi about what happened. Not Okada-sensei who, though rather reluctantly, brought Sho to the room that they shared. Nor did Tamori-sensei let out a squeak as he thoroughly checked on Sho, calmly assuring everyone that this and that weren’t broken, at least as far as he could tell.
“His arm’s in pretty bad shape, though,” he mumbled as quietly as though he was afraid it might upset Satoshi.
“Fix it,” was all Satoshi said, his jaws set so hard on the nippy command that every adult in the room, as well as the boys peering in from the door broke out in a muted chorus of apprehensive gulps.
The pathetic sounds weren’t lost on Satoshi, but he did not once take his gaze off of Tamori-sensei’s steady hands as the diligent doctor and the equally conscientious art teacher quietly worked on immobilizing Sho’s arm for the time being, with bandages and the pair of heavy sticks Okada-sensei had briefly rushed out to get from his workshop.
Satoshi also did not miss Sho’s soft groans, the pained creases that appeared on the boy’s brows as his consciousness wavered between gripping stupor and a rather stubborn struggle for wakefulness that was never entirely won.
“This should numb up the pain and keep his arm from swelling,” the doctor patiently explained as he poked a syringe into Sho’s arm. “I’ll keep a close watch on him until he wakes up—”
“I’ll do it,” Satoshi quipped, throwing everyone a look that none-too-subtly screamed ‘get out’. “I’ll do it. Just... leave.”
“I’ll need to check on him again once he’s awake—”
“I know. I’ll call you.”
For a moment, Tamori-sensei looked like he wanted to say something more, but the old man relented with a deep sigh and instead began advising Satoshi on what he should watch out for, making the boy promise three separate times to call on him right away if anything came up.
A couple of hours had already passed since. It’s already evening in Waku Waku and everyone else who did not belong in this room had already scurried off to do their own stuffs someplace else.
Whether or not they would talk about or even think about what happened hardly bothered Satoshi like it normally should.
Not when everything he was at the moment, and everything else he wanted to be through all the moments next, had been anchored on the bandaged hand he had been clutching in varying degrees of affection and possessive claim for hours past and for hours more.
He reached up and brushed Sho’s fringes off his forehead, to better see the subtle lines that appeared on it whenever he squeezed the boy’s hand a little too tightly to make sure that Sho was still here and was not losing himself to that other world in his mind again. The way he almost did on the night Satoshi made Jun disappear.
He cherished every subtle frown, every muffled groan, every shudder and jerk of limbs and flesh he could feel in this small fiber of his reality where he felt the most connected to Sho. The boy he now knew was the missing part of his soul, beyond the touch of their hands, skin to skin. Beyond this bed and beyond this room.
Even beyond all of Waku Waku—
“You’ll stay here with me, Sho-chan. You’ll stay here with me forever.”
Sho stirred then sighed, as though hearing the words and knowing just as well that there was nothing he could do about this now.
Satoshi smiled at what he took to be the boy’s wordless submission. Giving Sho’s hand another squeeze, he began humming a strange tune, one he had just created out of the unbroken beats of the clock above their heads, and the way his calm heartbeat struck each second with matching precision—
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Next >>>>>
***I hardly know where my head is these days, but I’m sure it’s been on stranger planes. xp
***I am sorry this is taking forever. But I’ve already got the rest of this all laid out so I’ll be focusing on updating this first, then I’ll work on finishing up Sugar & Salt afterwards. I know where that one’s going, too. :)
***I have a feeling I might eventually fall flat on my face with this, but hey! As long as anyone’s still interested, I’ll just keep on going. All loose ends will eventually be tied, of course. But at this point, I’m still not sure if they’re gonna be tied beautifully or not-so-beautifully.
***Thank you very much for reading~! <3
Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 033 Charcoal
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1550
Summary: Sho remembers. Satoshi snaps.
WARNING: (from this chapter onwards) for themes dealing with death, violence, jealousy, revenge, and obsession.
Note: Because Peter Pan wasn’t always a good boy, and Captain Hook wasn’t always so grown-up and villainous.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
He didn’t mean to send Sho tumbling down the stairs, but he also didn’t regret it.
In hindsight, Satoshi knew he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively the night he kicked Jun out of Waku Waku. Then again, he also knew that Sho wasn’t supposed to remember Jun anymore, so why did he?
Why weren’t things around here going the way Satoshi wanted them to? The way that they always did and should—?
“Where’s Jun?”
“Who?”
“Stop fooling around Satoshi and tell me what you did!”
“What did I do?”
“Where’s Jun?! Why doesn’t anyone remember him?! Why isn’t he here?!”
“Who?”
His nose had twitched rather violently then, and for a second he was almost afraid Sho would catch him at his lie. But the boy was too far gone in anger to notice any of his unwitting quirks when he’s being less than honest with his words; the few of them he would manage to say, would even bother saying to back up his ruse.
And while he would admit his poker-faced act almost completely cracked under the pressure of Sho’s impassioned screams, the trembling undertones of fear in his roommate’s voice posed a much bigger challenge of keeping his tongue from sticking right out and literally tasting the air between them.
Because the thrill he felt at that very moment reminded him all too well of the day he had his first taste of ice cream. He had been four, and the delightfully new sensation of the cold, sweet treat melting in his tongue and sliding down his throat, left sharp traces of tormenting bliss in his mouth that he had dreamt about for days, weeks, months on end.
He couldn’t quite decide yet what flavor of ice cream would best fit Sho. It also did cross his mind to try and lick the boy to find out, which would’ve probably just made the boy a lot angrier, and Satoshi a lot less able to hold himself back.
Why had Sho not forgotten Jun anyway? Unlike the rest of the boys in Waku Waku, Sho remembered. If anything, he was remembering more. And Satoshi could never allow this. He could never bear to lose Sho the same way he did his Aunt Matsuko—
“Where are you going, Sho-chan?”
“I’m getting out of here! This place is insane! I don’t wanna be here anymore!”
“No.”
“Let me go, Satoshi!”
“No!”
“LET ME GO!”
“NO!”
It had just been a spark of thought, as soon as they found themselves at the top of a flight of stairs leading down to the lobby, to the front door that had only been opened once since Sho came here.
It was just a spark that quickly burst into a compulsive need to show the boy what he could do, how much he’s willing to do, to keep this place from falling apart. To keep himself from falling apart.
But he did hold that thought back. Wrapped his fingers around it as hard as he did around Sho’s wrist. He did try to tug Sho away from the edge, his own voice hitting the first note of a shriek. He sounded desperate, scared, pleading, and so very unlike himself—
“Stop. Struggling. Dammit! Sho-chan! Please. Just. Calm down!”
Sho’s proud gaze glistened with tears that spoke of both fear and defiance. It only made Satoshi’s heart tremble even more.
But he hardly had time to dwell on this for in that same second Sho also took that one step back.
And in his utter surprise, Satoshi had let go.
He had let go...
And watched with a keen mixture of horror and fascination as Sho fell backwards; the startled boy’s eyes growing rounder, lips forming around a scream that didn’t quite make it through, hands reaching out desperately for a lifeline that Satoshi didn’t even bother extending—
He just stood there and watched, holding his breath in anticipation of Sho’s body hitting wood, shoulder first, the impact accompanied by a pained grunt. A breathy sob. The subsequent thud-thudding of a heap of groaning flesh bouncing down the rest of the steps gave the entire spectacle the punch it needed to finally put a smile on Satoshi’s lips.
He was almost sorry when it ended. When the sudden quiet took his smile away and there was just Sho spread out like a discarded ragdoll at the bottom landing, eyes now closed, lips slightly open to let out and let in what little breath he had left, his right arm twisted in such an awkward angle, it was a surprise it had managed to stay on at all.
The commotion that followed brought Satoshi’s mind back to himself. To that part of him that cared the most for Sho’s well-being more than anything.
He gasped and remembered he had been holding his breath only when Shibata-san grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall. “What did you do, Satoshi?!” the distraught woman snarled in his face. “What did you do?!”
“I... I didn’t! We were just talking! I didn’t—I didn’t mean to... Oh my god! Is he okay?!” He sobbed and he stuttered and he screamed the moment Okada-sensei rushed pass with Sho’s body hanging limply in his arms. He shrugged himself out of Shibata-san’s hands, violently and with a sharp warning glare that made the old woman cringe and pull back without another word.
Nobody dared to question Satoshi about what happened. Not Okada-sensei who, though rather reluctantly, brought Sho to the room that they shared. Nor did Tamori-sensei let out a squeak as he thoroughly checked on Sho, calmly assuring everyone that this and that weren’t broken, at least as far as he could tell.
“His arm’s in pretty bad shape, though,” he mumbled as quietly as though he was afraid it might upset Satoshi.
“Fix it,” was all Satoshi said, his jaws set so hard on the nippy command that every adult in the room, as well as the boys peering in from the door broke out in a muted chorus of apprehensive gulps.
The pathetic sounds weren’t lost on Satoshi, but he did not once take his gaze off of Tamori-sensei’s steady hands as the diligent doctor and the equally conscientious art teacher quietly worked on immobilizing Sho’s arm for the time being, with bandages and the pair of heavy sticks Okada-sensei had briefly rushed out to get from his workshop.
Satoshi also did not miss Sho’s soft groans, the pained creases that appeared on the boy’s brows as his consciousness wavered between gripping stupor and a rather stubborn struggle for wakefulness that was never entirely won.
“This should numb up the pain and keep his arm from swelling,” the doctor patiently explained as he poked a syringe into Sho’s arm. “I’ll keep a close watch on him until he wakes up—”
“I’ll do it,” Satoshi quipped, throwing everyone a look that none-too-subtly screamed ‘get out’. “I’ll do it. Just... leave.”
“I’ll need to check on him again once he’s awake—”
“I know. I’ll call you.”
For a moment, Tamori-sensei looked like he wanted to say something more, but the old man relented with a deep sigh and instead began advising Satoshi on what he should watch out for, making the boy promise three separate times to call on him right away if anything came up.
A couple of hours had already passed since. It’s already evening in Waku Waku and everyone else who did not belong in this room had already scurried off to do their own stuffs someplace else.
Whether or not they would talk about or even think about what happened hardly bothered Satoshi like it normally should.
Not when everything he was at the moment, and everything else he wanted to be through all the moments next, had been anchored on the bandaged hand he had been clutching in varying degrees of affection and possessive claim for hours past and for hours more.
He reached up and brushed Sho’s fringes off his forehead, to better see the subtle lines that appeared on it whenever he squeezed the boy’s hand a little too tightly to make sure that Sho was still here and was not losing himself to that other world in his mind again. The way he almost did on the night Satoshi made Jun disappear.
He cherished every subtle frown, every muffled groan, every shudder and jerk of limbs and flesh he could feel in this small fiber of his reality where he felt the most connected to Sho. The boy he now knew was the missing part of his soul, beyond the touch of their hands, skin to skin. Beyond this bed and beyond this room.
Even beyond all of Waku Waku—
“You’ll stay here with me, Sho-chan. You’ll stay here with me forever.”
Sho stirred then sighed, as though hearing the words and knowing just as well that there was nothing he could do about this now.
Satoshi smiled at what he took to be the boy’s wordless submission. Giving Sho’s hand another squeeze, he began humming a strange tune, one he had just created out of the unbroken beats of the clock above their heads, and the way his calm heartbeat struck each second with matching precision—
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Next >>>>>
***I hardly know where my head is these days, but I’m sure it’s been on stranger planes. xp
***I am sorry this is taking forever. But I’ve already got the rest of this all laid out so I’ll be focusing on updating this first, then I’ll work on finishing up Sugar & Salt afterwards. I know where that one’s going, too. :)
***I have a feeling I might eventually fall flat on my face with this, but hey! As long as anyone’s still interested, I’ll just keep on going. All loose ends will eventually be tied, of course. But at this point, I’m still not sure if they’re gonna be tied beautifully or not-so-beautifully.
***Thank you very much for reading~! <3
