Title: Red
Characters: Chikusa Kumi, Yoshikuni Tsuchiya
Genre: Angst, major-Gore
Summary: Kumi, what happened?
A/N: It's only coincidence if your name is similar to the characters. Kumi's a girl & Tsuchiya's a guy, if you don't have common sense in Japanese names (: *whacked* & when I mean major gore, it's really major gore. I think I'm really twisted these days, since I'm writing all these kind of fics.
Enjoy.




The metallic liquid dripped down, staining the white marble floor scarlet. "Tsuchiya." The most innocent face was on Kumi's lips, and horror etched throughout Tsuchiya's face. Across Kumi's once flawless wrist, a huge gash ran across her soft skin.

Tears rolled down her face, as she collapsed onto the floor. Rushing towards the fallen girl, Tsuchiya took off his shirt, trying to stop blood from flowing. The smile was still there on Kumi's lips, and her penknife was still in her hand.

"She can't have you. You're mine." The next thing, he felt the sharp metallic edge grazing his wrist. It was a deep gash, and Tsuchiya felt himself losing consciousness. "Kumi, I'm sorry. I love her. I'm sorry for fooling you. Sorry." A laughter broke out, and Tsuchiya looked at the girl dumbfounded.

Kumi was beautiful. Perfect. Her long black hair framed her petite figure, bringing out the glow in her brown orbs. Those mesmerizing eyes would captivate you, and how her soft lips would move when she talked. She's perfect.

However, the Kumi in front of him was someone he didn't know. The Kumi he knew was gentle and kind, wearing that soft smile on her lips when she greeted someone, and easily embarrassed. She's was an introvert, never a daring type.

The Kumi in his arms was now the exact opposite. "Do you think I'll let her have you?" With her remaining strength, she pushed him onto his back, straddling the boy on his stomach. A smirk grazed her lips as she traced the contours of Tsuchiya's body with the blade of the penknife.

"We'll be together." With that, her penknife dug into Tsuchiya's chest, and a gasp could be heard escaping the boy's lips. Pulling it out, Kumi hugged the fading Tsuchiya tightly. "I love you so much. Do you know that?" Tears continued to flow.

Pulling herself back up to her feet, she placed Tsuchiya's body on her bed slowly. Fingers traced his peaceful face, and the temperature difference was now so obvious.

For a long time, no one heard from Tsuchiya or Kumi. One day, Kumi was spotted on the streets and she was asked if she had contacted Tsuchiya.

"He's with me. Forever."

Back at her apartment, the stench of a rotting corpse was overwhelming. Kumi just twirled around in her room, placing a gentle kiss on Tsuchiya. "Mine."

Labels: one-shot, original story

Title: Red
Characters: Chikusa Kumi, Yoshikuni Tsuchiya
Genre: Angst, major-Gore
Summary: Kumi, what happened?
A/N: It's only coincidence if your name is similar to the characters. Kumi's a girl & Tsuchiya's a guy, if you don't have common sense in Japanese names (: *whacked* & when I mean major gore, it's really major gore. I think I'm really twisted these days, since I'm writing all these kind of fics.
Enjoy.




The metallic liquid dripped down, staining the white marble floor scarlet. "Tsuchiya." The most innocent face was on Kumi's lips, and horror etched throughout Tsuchiya's face. Across Kumi's once flawless wrist, a huge gash ran across her soft skin.

Tears rolled down her face, as she collapsed onto the floor. Rushing towards the fallen girl, Tsuchiya took off his shirt, trying to stop blood from flowing. The smile was still there on Kumi's lips, and her penknife was still in her hand.

"She can't have you. You're mine." The next thing, he felt the sharp metallic edge grazing his wrist. It was a deep gash, and Tsuchiya felt himself losing consciousness. "Kumi, I'm sorry. I love her. I'm sorry for fooling you. Sorry." A laughter broke out, and Tsuchiya looked at the girl dumbfounded.

Kumi was beautiful. Perfect. Her long black hair framed her petite figure, bringing out the glow in her brown orbs. Those mesmerizing eyes would captivate you, and how her soft lips would move when she talked. She's perfect.

However, the Kumi in front of him was someone he didn't know. The Kumi he knew was gentle and kind, wearing that soft smile on her lips when she greeted someone, and easily embarrassed. She's was an introvert, never a daring type.

The Kumi in his arms was now the exact opposite. "Do you think I'll let her have you?" With her remaining strength, she pushed him onto his back, straddling the boy on his stomach. A smirk grazed her lips as she traced the contours of Tsuchiya's body with the blade of the penknife.

"We'll be together." With that, her penknife dug into Tsuchiya's chest, and a gasp could be heard escaping the boy's lips. Pulling it out, Kumi hugged the fading Tsuchiya tightly. "I love you so much. Do you know that?" Tears continued to flow.

Pulling herself back up to her feet, she placed Tsuchiya's body on her bed slowly. Fingers traced his peaceful face, and the temperature difference was now so obvious.

For a long time, no one heard from Tsuchiya or Kumi. One day, Kumi was spotted on the streets and she was asked if she had contacted Tsuchiya.

"He's with me. Forever."

Back at her apartment, the stench of a rotting corpse was overwhelming. Kumi just twirled around in her room, placing a gentle kiss on Tsuchiya. "Mine."

Labels: one-shot, original story