Title: Life-long Friend [Junjou Mistake]
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dog_and_wolfTitle: Life-long Friend [Junjou Mistake]
Fandom: Junjou Mistake
Character/s: Junjou Mistake; Asahina/Isaka (Haruhiko)
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Prompt/s: 135. There will always be a monster.
A/n: For my Other Half,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thequeen451, because this is what we're good at, feelings and friendships. Which eventually leads to tears being shed.
He hears an unusual rustling outside. He knows there's something wrong, and with the increasing cases of incidents, he doesn't let this one pass. He gets out of bed, grabs the shotgun in their closet. And when Isaka sits up from the bed, asking "Where are you going, Kaoru?" His voice is raspy from sleep; Asahina reassures him and tells him he'll go check on their flowers.
This earns him an amused and sleepy smile, and he tells Isaka to go back to sleep.
It's dark, of course. The darkness seems never ending nowadays. But he knows his home, can feel his way downstairs and through the backdoor.
The moon shines eerily, and nothing seems to be wrong. He scans the area. The only thing out of place is a toppled over plant pot. He smiles, happy that it's not the one he loves.
He looks over the other plants, his finger not on the shotgun's trigger anymore. When he thinks all is good, is about to go back inside, he hears a heavy thump coming from their bedroom window.
He rushes inside, makes his way upstairs and-
Isaka lies on the floor, too pale. A shadow looms over him.
Asahina readies his shotgun, his finger trembling as he pulls the trigger, once, twice. The shadow moves too quickly, kicks him in the side, and he hits the wall with painful thump. He lands on his wrist in the wrong way, and he hears the painful crack of bones.
When he tries to get on his feet, he looks up and sees a face all too familiar. He is kicked once more, his face this time, and is held to the ground with his cheek pressed against the wooden floor.
The heel of the boot on his temple presses down harder. He feels blood dribbling down from his nose. His blood forms a small puddle and he can feel his cheek getting sticky with his blood.
"...You were always such a bastard,” Asahina chokes out through the blood in his mouth.
The moon shines, and with the rustle of leaves, comes the sound of hard bones being crushed.
Fandom: Junjou Mistake
Character/s: Junjou Mistake; Asahina/Isaka (Haruhiko)
From:
500themesPrompt/s: 135. There will always be a monster.
A/n: For my Other Half,
thequeen451, because this is what we're good at, feelings and friendships. Which eventually leads to tears being shed.He hears an unusual rustling outside. He knows there's something wrong, and with the increasing cases of incidents, he doesn't let this one pass. He gets out of bed, grabs the shotgun in their closet. And when Isaka sits up from the bed, asking "Where are you going, Kaoru?" His voice is raspy from sleep; Asahina reassures him and tells him he'll go check on their flowers.
This earns him an amused and sleepy smile, and he tells Isaka to go back to sleep.
It's dark, of course. The darkness seems never ending nowadays. But he knows his home, can feel his way downstairs and through the backdoor.
The moon shines eerily, and nothing seems to be wrong. He scans the area. The only thing out of place is a toppled over plant pot. He smiles, happy that it's not the one he loves.
He looks over the other plants, his finger not on the shotgun's trigger anymore. When he thinks all is good, is about to go back inside, he hears a heavy thump coming from their bedroom window.
He rushes inside, makes his way upstairs and-
Isaka lies on the floor, too pale. A shadow looms over him.
Asahina readies his shotgun, his finger trembling as he pulls the trigger, once, twice. The shadow moves too quickly, kicks him in the side, and he hits the wall with painful thump. He lands on his wrist in the wrong way, and he hears the painful crack of bones.
When he tries to get on his feet, he looks up and sees a face all too familiar. He is kicked once more, his face this time, and is held to the ground with his cheek pressed against the wooden floor.
The heel of the boot on his temple presses down harder. He feels blood dribbling down from his nose. His blood forms a small puddle and he can feel his cheek getting sticky with his blood.
"...You were always such a bastard,” Asahina chokes out through the blood in his mouth.
The moon shines, and with the rustle of leaves, comes the sound of hard bones being crushed.