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Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,721
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Young Boy Don't Cry
Young Boy Don’t Cry By: Christina Aguilera (only I put boy in place of girl)
Young boy don’t cry, I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall. Young boy it’s alright, your tears will dry and you’ll soon be free to fly. When you’re safe inside these arms, you tend to dream of a place where nothing is harder than it seems. No one ever wants to bother to explain the pain of heart ache life can bring, what it means.
When there is no one else, look inside yourself. Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within. Then you’ll find the strength that will guide your way. You’ll learn to begin to trust the voice within.
Young boy don’t hide, you’ll never change if you just run away. Young boy just hold tight, soon you’re going to see your brighter days. Now in a world were innocence is quickly claimed, it’s so hard to stand your ground when you’re so afraid.
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold, when you’re lost outside look inside to your soul. Life is a journey, it will take you anywhere you choose to go. As long as you’re learning you’ll find all you need to know. Be strong; hold on, no one can tell you, you won’t make it. You know that I am talking to you.
Young boy don’t cry, I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall.
Tsuzuki couldn’t help but let his mind wonder toward his love Hisoka and the time when he told him that he would be there for him when things got bad. Now he was helplessly tied up being a play thing for the one man he hates! Then he had to watch as he raped his love again. He closed his mind to me and let it drift to where Hisoka may be. He saw him crying in their bed. He wished he could touch him. If he couldn’t touch him physically he would touch his mind and heart.
He took Hisoka to the place where he comforted him when he was upset about me raping him. He held him in his arms and let Hisoka tell him everything, “It hurt so bad Tsuzuki. I begged and begged for him to stop but he wouldn’t listen to me,” Hisoka spoke as he cried into Tsuzuki’s chest. “I didn’t know what was happening, when I tried to run he was too fast and pounced on me, sending me to the ground. Before I knew it he had all my clothes off. While he raped me he carved this curse into my body,” he traced it with his fingertips still crying as he spoke to Tsuzuki.
“Hush now my darling, it’s alright. I’m here for you now,” Tsuzuki assured the broken lad, taking his fingers and kissing the tips. “I will protect you from him. Don’t worry.” He lifted his chin and gave him a kiss.
He watched as Hisoka smiled in his sleep and Tsuzuki was pleased.
I watched as Tsuzuki fell into these visions, his face looked so lovely, but I couldn’t see his purple eyes which he must keep open. I let him rest while I painted his lovely body. What a lovely body it was. It was crafted so well. I will admit I will never be able to do him justice unless I put some of his blood on the canvas. I may just do that to seal the painting when it’s finished, then it may seem more alive. That is what I thought back in the first year I had to keep him tied up a lot and still do.
You can never trust angels. They can trick you, five years is nothing to an angel. It may as well be five minutes. Though Tsuzuki has become more obedient which is good, I am pleased with him. Though as I’ve said before, it was fun playing with him and spanking him. I loved to hear him scream. Sometimes I still spank him just so I can hear him.
“Open those beautiful eyes, my love,” I whispered to him as I pat him on the face. He let out a shaky breath, his purple eyes fluttered open, my heart skipped a beat. So lovely, so beautiful, oh how could I paint these? I don’t think there is any color purple that could match his eyes. He had a tear when he woke, I kissed it away. “Did you have a nightmare my love?” I asked in his ear then nibbled on it some.
“I’m not telling you,” he snapped. Very well, I just wanted to paint those eyes. I sat back down at my stool and gazed at his eyes then began to paint them the best that I could. It really isn’t good enough when it comes to my beloved.
Young boy don’t cry, I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall. Young boy it’s alright, your tears will dry and you’ll soon be free to fly. When you’re safe inside these arms, you tend to dream of a place where nothing is harder than it seems. No one ever wants to bother to explain the pain of heart ache life can bring, what it means.
When there is no one else, look inside yourself. Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within. Then you’ll find the strength that will guide your way. You’ll learn to begin to trust the voice within.
Young boy don’t hide, you’ll never change if you just run away. Young boy just hold tight, soon you’re going to see your brighter days. Now in a world were innocence is quickly claimed, it’s so hard to stand your ground when you’re so afraid.
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold, when you’re lost outside look inside to your soul. Life is a journey, it will take you anywhere you choose to go. As long as you’re learning you’ll find all you need to know. Be strong; hold on, no one can tell you, you won’t make it. You know that I am talking to you.
Young boy don’t cry, I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall.
Tsuzuki couldn’t help but let his mind wonder toward his love Hisoka and the time when he told him that he would be there for him when things got bad. Now he was helplessly tied up being a play thing for the one man he hates! Then he had to watch as he raped his love again. He closed his mind to me and let it drift to where Hisoka may be. He saw him crying in their bed. He wished he could touch him. If he couldn’t touch him physically he would touch his mind and heart.
He took Hisoka to the place where he comforted him when he was upset about me raping him. He held him in his arms and let Hisoka tell him everything, “It hurt so bad Tsuzuki. I begged and begged for him to stop but he wouldn’t listen to me,” Hisoka spoke as he cried into Tsuzuki’s chest. “I didn’t know what was happening, when I tried to run he was too fast and pounced on me, sending me to the ground. Before I knew it he had all my clothes off. While he raped me he carved this curse into my body,” he traced it with his fingertips still crying as he spoke to Tsuzuki.
“Hush now my darling, it’s alright. I’m here for you now,” Tsuzuki assured the broken lad, taking his fingers and kissing the tips. “I will protect you from him. Don’t worry.” He lifted his chin and gave him a kiss.
He watched as Hisoka smiled in his sleep and Tsuzuki was pleased.
I watched as Tsuzuki fell into these visions, his face looked so lovely, but I couldn’t see his purple eyes which he must keep open. I let him rest while I painted his lovely body. What a lovely body it was. It was crafted so well. I will admit I will never be able to do him justice unless I put some of his blood on the canvas. I may just do that to seal the painting when it’s finished, then it may seem more alive. That is what I thought back in the first year I had to keep him tied up a lot and still do.
You can never trust angels. They can trick you, five years is nothing to an angel. It may as well be five minutes. Though Tsuzuki has become more obedient which is good, I am pleased with him. Though as I’ve said before, it was fun playing with him and spanking him. I loved to hear him scream. Sometimes I still spank him just so I can hear him.
“Open those beautiful eyes, my love,” I whispered to him as I pat him on the face. He let out a shaky breath, his purple eyes fluttered open, my heart skipped a beat. So lovely, so beautiful, oh how could I paint these? I don’t think there is any color purple that could match his eyes. He had a tear when he woke, I kissed it away. “Did you have a nightmare my love?” I asked in his ear then nibbled on it some.
“I’m not telling you,” he snapped. Very well, I just wanted to paint those eyes. I sat back down at my stool and gazed at his eyes then began to paint them the best that I could. It really isn’t good enough when it comes to my beloved.