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alcesverdes) wrote2013-10-03 04:28 pm
alcesverdes) wrote2013-10-03 04:28 pm
Entry tags:
[Free!] Dark fic
Fandom: Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
Wordcount: 520
Rating: R
Characters: Nitori AiichirÅ, mentions of Matsuoka Rin
Pairing(s): Nitori -> Rin
Genre: Dark fic
Warning(s): Stalking, obsession, heavy implications of horrible, horrible things.
Could anyone ever understand what to hear his name from Rin's lips did to him?
Nitori tried his best not to show how truly overwhelmed he was by it. Not in front of the team, anyway. Perhaps later, when they were alone.
Rin.
Rin.
Rin. Rin. Rin. Rin.
He had been calling him that in his head for the longest time. Now he could say it out loud. They were now on first name basis. How happy he was! Everything around him looked brighter and brighter every breath he took.
Nitori walked alongside Rin to the dorms that night. Rin kept talking about the relay, about how he felt swimming with the Iwatobi team. Nitori didn't mind. He felt honored to be the one Rin confided to. He was secretly delighted to have been chosen as his confidant.
Yet...
While Nitori tried to be supportive, he wished Rin would change the subject to what Nitori knew he truly wanted to say. But he'd wait. Because he knew the words there in Rin's heart, pushing their way through, waiting for the right time.
So he waited.
And waited.
*
In all honesty, Nitori expected that Rin's obsession with the Iwatobi Swim Club would disappear soon after the competition. Instead, their bond seemed to grow stronger. Not only that, he was also getting along better with the Samezuka Team. He talked to everyone. Laughed with everyone. He still talked and laughed with Nitori, but it wasn't the same.
Nitori felt less and less special each passing day.
Still, he tried to put on his best smile for Rin, hoping one day he would understand how Nitori felt. Then, he would change his ways and everything would be just as before.
He tried. Until he couldn't do it anymore.
One night, the rest of the team, Rin included, went out to "have some fun". Nitori excused himself with a tummy ache. That hadn't been so far from the truth. Recently, every time he say Rin "having fun" with others, his stomach ached. It was so unfair. And infuriating.
Once they were gone, Nitori took out a small chest from his closet. He unlocked it to look at the pictures inside. All of them were of Rin. Only of Rin. Nitori had cut out everyone else.
The pictures taken in secret were the ones Nitori liked best. They showed Rin's best side, that caring part of him he hid whenever someone commented on it.
Nitori traced Rin's features on a few of them. He was starting to get desperate. It was all so terrible and unfair and...
An idea came to his mind. Granted, it wasn't a new one, but he pushed it aside after toying with it. Back then, he thought that wouldn't be necessary. But now...
Now, he put the chest aside after locking it. He got up and picked up his keys and some money. A rented computer would be best for this, he thought. It would be best if no one could trace him from a private message in an underground forum about substances one could buy in dark alleys...
Wordcount: 520
Rating: R
Characters: Nitori AiichirÅ, mentions of Matsuoka Rin
Pairing(s): Nitori -> Rin
Genre: Dark fic
Warning(s): Stalking, obsession, heavy implications of horrible, horrible things.
Could anyone ever understand what to hear his name from Rin's lips did to him?
Nitori tried his best not to show how truly overwhelmed he was by it. Not in front of the team, anyway. Perhaps later, when they were alone.
Rin.
Rin.
Rin. Rin. Rin. Rin.
He had been calling him that in his head for the longest time. Now he could say it out loud. They were now on first name basis. How happy he was! Everything around him looked brighter and brighter every breath he took.
Nitori walked alongside Rin to the dorms that night. Rin kept talking about the relay, about how he felt swimming with the Iwatobi team. Nitori didn't mind. He felt honored to be the one Rin confided to. He was secretly delighted to have been chosen as his confidant.
Yet...
While Nitori tried to be supportive, he wished Rin would change the subject to what Nitori knew he truly wanted to say. But he'd wait. Because he knew the words there in Rin's heart, pushing their way through, waiting for the right time.
So he waited.
And waited.
*
In all honesty, Nitori expected that Rin's obsession with the Iwatobi Swim Club would disappear soon after the competition. Instead, their bond seemed to grow stronger. Not only that, he was also getting along better with the Samezuka Team. He talked to everyone. Laughed with everyone. He still talked and laughed with Nitori, but it wasn't the same.
Nitori felt less and less special each passing day.
Still, he tried to put on his best smile for Rin, hoping one day he would understand how Nitori felt. Then, he would change his ways and everything would be just as before.
He tried. Until he couldn't do it anymore.
One night, the rest of the team, Rin included, went out to "have some fun". Nitori excused himself with a tummy ache. That hadn't been so far from the truth. Recently, every time he say Rin "having fun" with others, his stomach ached. It was so unfair. And infuriating.
Once they were gone, Nitori took out a small chest from his closet. He unlocked it to look at the pictures inside. All of them were of Rin. Only of Rin. Nitori had cut out everyone else.
The pictures taken in secret were the ones Nitori liked best. They showed Rin's best side, that caring part of him he hid whenever someone commented on it.
Nitori traced Rin's features on a few of them. He was starting to get desperate. It was all so terrible and unfair and...
An idea came to his mind. Granted, it wasn't a new one, but he pushed it aside after toying with it. Back then, he thought that wouldn't be necessary. But now...
Now, he put the chest aside after locking it. He got up and picked up his keys and some money. A rented computer would be best for this, he thought. It would be best if no one could trace him from a private message in an underground forum about substances one could buy in dark alleys...