Skip Beat - Inner Demons
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squeaklingsTitle: Inner Demons
Wordcount: 349
Fandom: Skip Beat!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Alluded to noncon. Very beta, unfinished. Spoilers to chapter 152.
Summary: Tsuruga Ren is losing control.
A/N: This isn't finished/polished, and I might just scrap it altogether, but it's been floating in my head since yesterday so I had to get it down.
Tsuruga Ren is always in control. Years of hard work and discipline molded him into the perfect gentlemen he shows the world. With the exception of a certain young lady, nothing cracks his composure.
But he can’t control his dreams. Not since this new, dark role shook “Ren’s” foundations. Not since her and the lingering feel of warm cheeks. She’s always there now, huge smiles and blushing cheeks, one moment fierce and the next so terribly gentle. But it’s never Ren there with her.
Kuon lives in his dreams, freed from the reins “Ren” traps him with, unhindered by discipline and the public eye and fed by the dark desires his new role brings up. Sometimes he still has the heart of the young, curious Kuon that met a small crying girl in the woods outside Kyoto. Only in his dreams now she’s not a child, and she’s soft and warm and willing. He wakes from those dreams racked with guilt and desire, but he’s come to welcome that feeling.
He can live with guilt.
But then there are the other dreams, full of dark desires and the Kuon of four years ago—no, the Kuon he would have let himself become had Takarada not intervened. She’s still soft and warm but never willing, but he always convinces himself she’s just acting. That’s how Japanese girls are, always pretending to be modest and shy. He’s had quite a few before, and wasn’t that how they always acted in those movies his father hid under the bed?
Those mornings he leaves his room with his covers thrown and his slippers against the far wall. His clothes lie strewn across the floor as he nearly throws himself into the freezing cold shower, fists pressed tightly against the tiled walls and his nails digging into his palms.
He’s cracking, and he knows it.
It’s one of those mornings when he receives a call from Takarada and a request to meet him in Shibuya, and for once Ren welcomes the chance to live out his new role and let his darker feelings show.
Wordcount: 349
Fandom: Skip Beat!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Alluded to noncon. Very beta, unfinished. Spoilers to chapter 152.
Summary: Tsuruga Ren is losing control.
A/N: This isn't finished/polished, and I might just scrap it altogether, but it's been floating in my head since yesterday so I had to get it down.
Tsuruga Ren is always in control. Years of hard work and discipline molded him into the perfect gentlemen he shows the world. With the exception of a certain young lady, nothing cracks his composure.
But he can’t control his dreams. Not since this new, dark role shook “Ren’s” foundations. Not since her and the lingering feel of warm cheeks. She’s always there now, huge smiles and blushing cheeks, one moment fierce and the next so terribly gentle. But it’s never Ren there with her.
Kuon lives in his dreams, freed from the reins “Ren” traps him with, unhindered by discipline and the public eye and fed by the dark desires his new role brings up. Sometimes he still has the heart of the young, curious Kuon that met a small crying girl in the woods outside Kyoto. Only in his dreams now she’s not a child, and she’s soft and warm and willing. He wakes from those dreams racked with guilt and desire, but he’s come to welcome that feeling.
He can live with guilt.
But then there are the other dreams, full of dark desires and the Kuon of four years ago—no, the Kuon he would have let himself become had Takarada not intervened. She’s still soft and warm but never willing, but he always convinces himself she’s just acting. That’s how Japanese girls are, always pretending to be modest and shy. He’s had quite a few before, and wasn’t that how they always acted in those movies his father hid under the bed?
Those mornings he leaves his room with his covers thrown and his slippers against the far wall. His clothes lie strewn across the floor as he nearly throws himself into the freezing cold shower, fists pressed tightly against the tiled walls and his nails digging into his palms.
He’s cracking, and he knows it.
It’s one of those mornings when he receives a call from Takarada and a request to meet him in Shibuya, and for once Ren welcomes the chance to live out his new role and let his darker feelings show.
