LASCIVIOUS BLOOD - 1/?

[deadlyscarlet]

LASCIVIOUS BLOOD - 1/?

Title: Lascivious Blood
Chapter: 1/?
Author:deadlyscarlet
Beta: fairy_melusina
Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst/ Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, Violence, Blood Fetish, Smut[in later chapters]
Pairings: Yuu/Kouyou for now
Bands: the GazettE for now
Characters: Kouyou, Yuu, Takanori for now

Synopsis: For Takashima Kouyou who has been forced into studying something he doesn't want to, life is worth not living. 
As days pass he does everything to destroy himself until he meets Shiroyama Yuu. Will Yuu free Kouyou from his miserable life or will only put an end to it.

Hello, everyone. Not only is this my first fanfic, but also my very first attempt in writing something. I am an amateur, but I hope to learn a lot more. Also, I would love to thank my lovely beta, if not for her this story would have remained in my diary. And also my sister who is the only member in my family who encourages all my weird decisions. I really hope you guys like it (^.^)

-KOUYOU-

I have never felt so calm in my life. The lake was beautiful. It was my favorite shade of blue and it seemed to spread everywhere. The places where the lake didn’t seem to touch, was enveloped with green vegetation. There was a gentle breeze gently caressing my cheeks and tousling my hair. It felt like nothing would go wrong.

The peace was short lived. An immense darkness spread all over. The heavens were thrown into a dance of lightening. Thunder was rumbling violently, and the gentle breeze turned into a destructive wind. The ground started shaking. I was afraid that there might be an earthquake approaching, so I tried to take flight. But there was a violent lurch beneath my feet, and I found myself flying. I was thrown into the lake. The lake was pretty deep and I couldn’t feel the riverbed under my legs. I tried swimming to the shore, but every movement only resulted in me being pulled in deeper. Trying to figure out what was happening, I turned around. A loud gasp escaped my lips, when I found a dark whirlpool spreading out in the centre of the lake. The whirlpool was pulling me towards it. Soon, I found myself being submerged into the water. The struggling and kicking only helped in me drowning deeper into the water. I saw the end approaching when the air in my lungs was replaced with water.

“Finally, I am free”, I thought as I headed deep into the black waters.

I got up screaming at dark space. I was heavily breathing and sweating profusely. I looked around as my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. When I was finally able to think straight, I realized that the dark space was nothing but my room. I was still in my bed, with my blankets on the floor. I looked at the electronic clock on my desk. It was still three in the morning.

 “Not again”, I groaned.

I should be pissed, but I wasn’t. This has been a regular for two years, always screaming at three in the morning. I dreamed about death as I was too much of a coward to die for real. I got out of bed sighing heavily, since I knew it was futile to try going back to sleep. I entered the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. It had a soothing effect on my eyes which were on fire. Toweling my face dry, I looked at the full length mirror. A dark haired, adolescent man stared back at me with chocolate brown orbs. I am tall, with a slightly slim profile. Not exactly lady-killing material, but I guess I looked passable.

By now, I was fully awake. It would be another three hours before my folks woke up, so I decided to kill time until it was time for college. I went into the studio I had created for myself. It was a minuscule room filled with paints, brushes, palettes and canvases. My only object of desire way back from childhood has always been art.

Setting up my canvas at the corner of the room, I concentrated on painting the lake in which I had almost drowned in my dream. As I started moving the brush on the canvas, my thoughts went back to my dream. The nightmare called TAKASHIMA KOUYOU.

Two years back, I remembered myself being a boy, happy with whatever I had. I went to school like every other teenager. When school was over, I hurried back to my studio and painted the hours away. Every moment was spent creating masterpieces of art, in order to hide my loneliness.

The Takashimas were best known in the country for the TAKASHIMA MEDICAL FOUNDATION. The current chairman was my father Dr. Takashima Ken. The only calling in life for a Takashima was to be a doctor and be employed in the family’s hospital. My mother Takashima Natsuko, like my father was also a doctor. She was the head of the Gynecology Department in the foundation. Even now I wonder if my father married my mother since he loved her or due to her doctor’s certificate in medicine. Every single conversation they have ever had as far as I can remember was hospital, surgeries, patients and medicine. More than love, it was an obligation to be together. For them their only world was the hospital. I wondered if they even remembered they had a son.

As a toddler, I did cry a lot due to the lack of love. My parents were never there for me. Nannies and baby sitters comprised most of my childhood. Even though I experienced hell, I still grew up to be a good mannered kid. I never complained and always stayed out of trouble. But sadly, my parents and I grew apart. The barrier between us became more solid and indestructible.

The day I finished high school, my life took a 180 degree turn.

“What the hell is this?” I cried in disbelief looking at the letter in my hands.

“Don’t you know how to read?” was the curt reply from my father.

“I can read darn it!” I yelled, tears threatening to fall any moment. “I asked why I got this damn thing.”

“Kouyou, you have been accepted into medical school,” chided my mother “It is one of the country’s best and you could be a great success in the future.”

“And you expect me to be all excited about this shit?” I screamed. I was resisting the urge to throw something at her “There is no fucking way; I am attending this damn school. I am joining an art college like I decided ages ago.”

“It is not your decision to make, boy!” growled my father. “Every Takashima has only one profession, to be a doctor. You will take over the hospital after I retire.”

“What the fuck?” I yelled “I don’t want to be like both of you. If every Takashima should be a doctor, I would rather throw my name awa…”

SLAP!

My father had hit me hard across my face. I could feel my cheek burning angrily. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, “Look here you ungrateful wretch,” he barked “I didn’t raise you all these years to hear you talk back at me.”

He released his hold on me and went back to his seat at the table.

“You will attend Med School like I decided”, he said dangerously. “Even if you leave home or drop your name, I will still make sure you will never set foot into Art College.”

I knew I had lost. I could see my entire life shattering, right in front of my eyes. The reason for me putting up with my parents’ negligence all these years was destroyed. Right now, I only loathed them.

“FINE”, I screamed. Angry tears were dripping down my cheeks. “You want me to go to that fucking hell hole, I will. Don’t ever think I will make you proud by doing whatever you want me to do.”

I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

Like my damn parents wanted me to, I attended Med School. It was a bad joke. Every class was a pain in the ass. Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, who needed that shit. Lab was a circus of lunacy. I ruined almost every cadaver in there. I made fun of all the lecturers and catcalled in the corridors. I never bothered studying either.

 I would have quit attending classes if not for my best buddy Matsumoto Takanori. Taka was short and cute; say that to him your head won’t remain on your shoulders. He was a total fashionholic with numerous piercings on both his ears. He had one of the dirtiest mouths in the world, but I loved him anyway. Taka who wanted to be a fashion designer, like me was forced into Med School. But then he didn’t rebel and chose to study. He did understand what I was going through and lent me a shoulder of comfort.

As days passed, I became worse. I got my ears pierced and turned a deaf ears to my parents protests. I stopped talking to both of them. I remained locked in my room whenever they were home. I went about the city in my bike, slept with numerous women whose face I didn’t bother to remember and got heavily drunk. My father covered up everything with his influence. My bad grades were ignored with money. None of the lecturers complained about me as they didn’t want to make my father their enemy.

The only one worried about me was Taka. He knew something was dying within me. He tried stopped me many times, but only failed miserably. To me, my life was not worth living anymore.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when I heard a soft knock at my door. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

 “Hey Kou, morning”, Taka said cheerfully, entering my studio.

“Yo!”

“Painting again?” he said looking at my canvas. “You really are good with your brush, but then it’s almost the only thing you are good at.” He laughed.

“Thanks”, I grinned at my buddy.

“Kou”, Taka looked at me worried. “You didn’t sleep again, did you?”

“Damn, is it that obvious?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah!” he said smiling slightly. “No offence meant, but you look like shit.”

“Thanks for the compliment”, I tried to laugh it off.

“It’s not funny, you are making me worry dude.” Taka frowned “My plate is already full as it is. Don’t become an unwanted helping.”

I didn’t want to worry him any further, so I kept my mouth shut.

Taka touched my shoulder lightly.

“Kou, why don’t you ask for help?” he said.

“Come on Taka, I am not unbalanced.”

“I know you aren’t, Kou”, Taka tried convincing me “I am just telling. Who knows you might find a solution. Why not give Shiroyama sensei a try.”

“You mean, THE SHIROYAMA SENSEI?” I cried out shocked.

Shiroyama Yuu was the new doctor who had joined the Psychiatry Department a few months back. On the day he joined, he became the hot topic of the college, with a large fan base comprising of female and male admirers, with lecturers to boot.

I haven’t seen him in person, but I have heard various descriptions of him from his admirers. From what I had heard he seemed to be an exceptionally beautiful male who was totally unreal. A living god, who could seduce anyone he wanted, both female and male alike. And also he was very nice to everyone which was a major plus point. He seemed to get a huge number of proposals, but he always kindly rejected them without hurting the other party. Since Shiroyama sensei was also in charge of counseling troubled students, he always had a huge crowd waiting outside his room. Students always with made up troubles waited in order to just talk to him. I almost felt sorry for the poor man for what he went through.

“I don’t know Taka, Shiroyama seems like a busy man”, I tried getting away “Besides he already has enough admirers, I don’t want to be added to the list.”

“Kou, I am not saying you are a fucking admirer.” Taka snarled “I am just asking you to talk to him, damn it.”

Uh-oh! The last thing I wanted was to be hit by his dirty mouth so early in the morning. Besides I knew he won’t let me off until I said yes, so I grudgingly agreed.

“Good, now get your ass of that chair” Taka grinned “We are getting late.”

I returned the grin and left the studio. I dressed up in my favorite jeans and purple Tee. Giving a last look in the mirror, I rushed down the stairs with Taka. I didn’t bother to greet my parents who were already at the table. While I hurriedly gulped down orange juice, Taka politely greeted them. Without bidding my parents goodbye, I left.

Classes were as usual a drag. We were having a seminar on Ophthalmology, which I never bothered to listen as usual. I didn’t try going back to sleep either since I know I would only wake up screaming. I lazily watched Taka take notes as the hours moved like a snail.

After what seemed like forever, classes for the day were over. I tried to run out, but was stopped by Taka’s death glare. I knew there was no escaping from him, so I simply cursed my luck.

Taka accompanied me to the Psychiatry Department. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me to take flight, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Come on, Kou don’t look like that.” Taka tried to ease my nervousness “From what I have heard, Shiroyama is a good listener. I am sure he will help you.”

I didn’t know what to tell, so I simply grunted. I could already feel my legs failing me.

We entered the Psychiatry Department, and found Shiroyama’s room. Since most of the classe weren’t over yet, there wasn’t much of a queue. I waited outside with Taka. I could feel my stomach clenching and unclenching painfully. I felt like throwing up. Taka tried to pacify me by cracking some jokes, but sadly it didn’t work.

Finally, it was my turn to go in. I tried to back out, but Taka caught hold of me and pushed me into the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I wanted to kill him for getting me into this situation. I looked around the room and saw it was empty.

“Um, Shiroyama sensei”, I called.

“Just a moment, will be there”, a voice as calm as spring answered.

I sat down, waiting for him. A moment later, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I nervously looked up and my mouth fell open. I could only stare at him. I would call him beautiful, but that word wouldn’t do him any justice. He had white skin, which seemed to glow in the room’s dull light. He had hair like black velvet, stylized and layered, falling gracefully on his shoulders. His eyes were as black as the dark sky, hypnotizing everything which came in contact with it. Cherry red lips, with delicious piercings on its right end. He was tall, with perfectly toned body, like it was sculpted out of stone. He was too beautiful to belong to Earth, an exact replica of an angel.

As I looked at him, I felt the deadly impact of a tornado of emotions. Emotions which I never thought existed within me. Warmth spread from my head to toe. Every cell in my body was screaming out his name. He was staring at me too, but I didn’t notice as my brain was too shocked to register anything. Time seemed to freeze. All I did was to stare and I kept staring.

Never once did I think that in the near future, this man will bring about the death of TAKASHIMA KOUYOU.

Next : CHAPTER 2

And there you go everyone, the end of the first chapter. Studying something you absolutely hate is the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to you. I experienced it T_T. All that I ever wanted to study was literature, but I was forced by my parents to study Engineering. I rebelled and I destroyed six years of my life. Not only was I suicidal, but also I lost my sanity. I hope when you guys have your own kids, you would never do the mistake Kouyou's parents make here. Well anyway, I hope I didn't bore you all . Love you all (^.^)

Comments

[deadlyscarlet.livejournal.com]

Thank u ^^ I m glad u like it..

Ya poor Kouyou even I was kinda crying when I was writing this chapter...

I will try posting chapter 2 as soon as possible..