Sound of Tinkling Bells from Far Away
Sound of Tinkling Bells from Far Away
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'>TITLE: Sound of Tinkling Bells from Far
Away
PART: One-Shot
Drabble
DISCLAIMERS:
The series I’m referring to does not belong to me… ^_^ only this weird story
does.
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Sound of Tinkling Bells from Far Away
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> He
couldn’t do anything but rock himself to forced tranquillity.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Forward...
Backward...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Forward...
Backward...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Voices
were repeating familiar words like an evil mantra inside his head... his
thoughts alive as a small figure lay unbridled on the floor... sore-looking...
unrecognisable... untouchable...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> He
stared blankly at the white walls of his room, trying to stop hungry memories
from depleting the last of his sanity, trying to stop the sound of pleasured
moans reverberating in his brain... trying to muffle the sound of tiny bells
tinkling far, far away, haunting in their melody... altogether too frightening
in their tenacity.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> But
whatever he did, the sound reached him... ringing in his ears as he rocked...
style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'>
style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Forward...
Backward...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Forward...
Backward...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> The
singing of the bells continued, even louder now that he was gripping unexpected
softness... wet... warm... almost comforting that he did not think twice about
squeezing it to his heart’s content.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> It
was addictive; just the feel of it... and it was so, probably because it was the
only time the bells stopped ringing and silence reigned again... but not
without the noise that came from sudden intakes of precious breath...
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sty'mso'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> He
could hear it... someone was calling him.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> His
mind tried focusing on the tiny filigree of sound emanating somewhere near him.
It was familiar... so familiar... and somehow, it managed to annoy him, his
hands repeatedly gripping that existing softness – but now with more force...
too forceful in fact that he could hear the bells once again...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> The
ringing... it never ceased as he moved...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> It
never stopped and he could do nothing but rock himself to forced
tranquillity... rocking himself to face the inevitable outcome of what he had
been doing for the past five days of his life.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Then,
a thought came unbidden inside his mind.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> What
had he been doing these past five days? Slowly, he faltered, eyes
widening even further, the golden irises transforming into nothing more than a
point at the centre as memories of a particularly irritating being surfaced
into his thoughts.
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Loud...
boastful... incompetent...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Those
were the words he could hear as his hands suddenly itched to touch something
more than softness... they wanted to touch something coarse... somet
ti
tickling... above the eyes... the brows connected by tiny hairs that made the
whole seem like one...
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loser... and utterly...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'>
style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> His
thoughts halted as he recognised the voice... they were his, weren’t they? His
mind was beginning to wander nall all the time being smothered by haziness he
did not understand...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> His
heart sped up, as if trying to run away from him... threatening to burst out of
his mouth in a sudden surge of nausea... He had to keep it in; he knew... he
did not want to die without knowing what had happened to him for the past five
days...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\pan pan style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'> Two
s... Tennis... expert... experience...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Words
surrounhim him again... trying to render him deaf...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Hurts...
Bakemono... Stop it... Help...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Stop
it...
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style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'>
style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-IE\'> Whose
voice was it that cried out those words? They sounded familiar... almost like
the one he could hear calling him a while ago... calling him... and calling him
still... that voice...
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an evil mantra inside his head... his thoughtsn mon more alive as he looked
down, golden gaze connecting with the pained black of the small figure that lay
unbridled on the floor... sore-looking... but now recognisable... and very much
touchable...
driven through like the crucified Christ... blood...
hands let go of the softness and began stroking matted strands of silk...
delighting as he withdrew with his fingers covered with seemingly saturated
paint...
Five days ago... five days... what had happened within those five days?
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stale smell of cigarette smoke and slightly burnt flesh assaulted his sensitive
nose...
nothing...
sound of the bells ringing almost unceasingly in his ears... and in all ways...
haunting.
to forced tranquillity.
louder at every forward push of his body...
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Oh. My. God. I didn’t just do this, did I? O.o
Okay kids, time to face the monsters... this is an Akutsu/Horio.
Heh-heh... never think I’m that crazy enough? Heh, think again. XD