- Title: Dihydrogen Monoxide
- Author: Meicdon13
- Pairing(s): Gojyo x Hakkai
- Rating: PG
- Summary: Hakkai tells himself that it's just
water. And he's drowning in it.
- Website: http://meicdon13.livejournal.com/
- Warnings: self-destructive behavior
- Notes: Thanks to TwinStar for the beta and to
frickin_cheng for pointing out my idiocy.
There were hands on his shoulders and he fought against them, trying to break
free.
His head was underwater and his knees were sinking into the soft mud of the
riverbank. His assailant was shielding him from most of the downpour but Hakkai
was still soaked to the bone, his clothes wet and clinging to his skin.
The hands on his shoulders were insistent and the brunet reached up with one of
his own hands to attempt to push them off. His lungs were burning with the need
for air and his chest was pressed against the tops of his thighs.
His eyes were open and he could see dark blurred shapes swirling past him,
rushing along with the river's flow. The rain fell harder, feeding the river,
making it swell, threatening to flood the area. He saw bubbles as they escaped
from his mouth and nose. Precious oxygen.
It's just water, he told himself, fighting against the hands. The rain fell
harder, slanting now as a strong wind began to blow as well. The murky depths
of the river were brighter for a moment as lightning struck overhead. The hands
were still on his shoulder. Hakkai couldn't push them off.
Water. Water used for bathing, for drinking, for cleaning. It was just water.
Water falling from the sky, driving him mad, pounding in his ears, masking the
drip-drip of blood onto the floor, waking him up in the middle of the night
with wet eyes and a scream clawing its way out of his throat—
It was just water and he was drowning in it. It was stealing his oxygen,
flowing into his lungs, the debris stinging his eye.
Water falling from her eyes in the form of tears, tracing the soft curves of
her cheeks, making her eyelashes seem longer, making her beautiful green eyes
shine in the darkness of the dungeon, mixing with her blood on the floor as it
dripped from the ceiling—
Dimly, he realized that the rain had become a mere drizzle. The hands were
still on him and he continued to struggle to break free but the fight seemed to
have been washed away. By the time the drizzle had stopped, Gojyo finally
managed to pull Hakkai out of the river.
The redhead looked at him with something in his eyes that Hakkai didn't want to
understand. He moved his hands down from Hakkai's shoulders to the brunet's
arms and squeezed gently.
Water on Gojyo's face and he wasn't sure if he was crying or not.
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