Ship: Mizuki &/ Shuusuke, Mizuki/Yuuta, Yuuta &/ Shuusuke Fandom: Prince of Tennis Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: Intentional Scars Word Count: 489 words
The original ending was Shuusuke taking over as the figure of Yuuta's worship, dishing out controlled doses of pain and happy-ever-incest but it seemed TOO CRUEL to Yuuta so this happened instead.
***
“Hello.”
A shadow falls over the rose bed and Mizuki looks up, one hand still curled around the trowel.
There’s a boy there, one who isn’t in the St. Rudolph’s uniform and who is definitely not one of the Brothers. How did he get down in the secret vaults?
“Hello,” Mizuki answers, setting the trowel down and rising to his feet. “How did you get down here?”
“My brother told me the way when he realized you weren’t coming for him,” the boy says, so polite and pleasant that Mizuki doesn’t know why there’s such a chill crawling down his back. This must be Shuusuke, the genius brother that Yuuta has such a complicated relationship with. Has Yuuta sent him with a message?
Shuusuke’s blue eyes are as cold as a dying star as he continues, “And then he killed himself.”
“...I’m sorry to hear about Yuuta’s death,” Mizuki says after a stunned second. “If he had only been more patient, I would have come for him once I graduated --”
The flare of pain on his cheek is followed by the hard clash of stone against his shoulderblades as Shuusuke shoves him back against the wall. His head smacks back against the stone so hard that his vision goes black for a second. When his eyes clear, the first thing he sees is Shuusuke’s unyielding gaze.
“You killed my brother,” Shuusuke says and in his eyes burns the same flame that Mizuki sees in his own. “Don’t blame him for not being patient. You taught him to hurt himself. You made him believe it made him clean. And then you made him believe that you weren’t rescuing him because he wasn’t clean anymore.”
“Devout,” Mizuki corrects automatically, wishing he still had the trowel. At least then he’d have a weapon.
Shuusuke cracked Mizuki’s head against the stone again and this time, Mizuki felt the wetness of blood start to trickle down the back of his neck.
Silence might be the best choice here.
“You will never deceive anyone again.”
Shuusuke throws Mizuki to the ground and straddles him; metal gleams in one hand and Mizuki has just enough time to recognize it as a knife before the world goes black.
*
Mizuki can’t see the scars afterwards but he can feel them. They radiate from his eyes in ugly lines, they spell words over his face. LIAR. TRAITOR. DECEIVER.
It’s done in neat lettering, perfect tidy lines of accusation that go all over his body.
The Brother that had found him naked and bloody in the secret garden had at first thought he was dead.
Dead might’ve been better, Mizuki thinks as he makes his way down the halls of St. Rudolph.
Dead, he would have been a martyr but now…
The Order of St. Rudolph’s will end this year. When his skin bears such a warning, he will not be able to find more converts.
Shuusuke was right; Mizuki will never again charm anyone as he did Yuuta.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A1, M
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: Intentional Scars
Word Count: 489 words
The original ending was Shuusuke taking over as the figure of Yuuta's worship, dishing out controlled doses of pain and happy-ever-incest but it seemed TOO CRUEL to Yuuta so this happened instead.
***
“Hello.”
A shadow falls over the rose bed and Mizuki looks up, one hand still curled around the trowel.
There’s a boy there, one who isn’t in the St. Rudolph’s uniform and who is definitely not one of the Brothers. How did he get down in the secret vaults?
“Hello,” Mizuki answers, setting the trowel down and rising to his feet. “How did you get down here?”
“My brother told me the way when he realized you weren’t coming for him,” the boy says, so polite and pleasant that Mizuki doesn’t know why there’s such a chill crawling down his back. This must be Shuusuke, the genius brother that Yuuta has such a complicated relationship with. Has Yuuta sent him with a message?
Shuusuke’s blue eyes are as cold as a dying star as he continues, “And then he killed himself.”
“...I’m sorry to hear about Yuuta’s death,” Mizuki says after a stunned second. “If he had only been more patient, I would have come for him once I graduated --”
The flare of pain on his cheek is followed by the hard clash of stone against his shoulderblades as Shuusuke shoves him back against the wall. His head smacks back against the stone so hard that his vision goes black for a second. When his eyes clear, the first thing he sees is Shuusuke’s unyielding gaze.
“You killed my brother,” Shuusuke says and in his eyes burns the same flame that Mizuki sees in his own. “Don’t blame him for not being patient. You taught him to hurt himself. You made him believe it made him clean. And then you made him believe that you weren’t rescuing him because he wasn’t clean anymore.”
“Devout,” Mizuki corrects automatically, wishing he still had the trowel. At least then he’d have a weapon.
Shuusuke cracked Mizuki’s head against the stone again and this time, Mizuki felt the wetness of blood start to trickle down the back of his neck.
Silence might be the best choice here.
“You will never deceive anyone again.”
Shuusuke throws Mizuki to the ground and straddles him; metal gleams in one hand and Mizuki has just enough time to recognize it as a knife before the world goes black.
*
Mizuki can’t see the scars afterwards but he can feel them. They radiate from his eyes in ugly lines, they spell words over his face. LIAR. TRAITOR. DECEIVER.
It’s done in neat lettering, perfect tidy lines of accusation that go all over his body.
The Brother that had found him naked and bloody in the secret garden had at first thought he was dead.
Dead might’ve been better, Mizuki thinks as he makes his way down the halls of St. Rudolph.
Dead, he would have been a martyr but now…
The Order of St. Rudolph’s will end this year. When his skin bears such a warning, he will not be able to find more converts.
Shuusuke was right; Mizuki will never again charm anyone as he did Yuuta.