A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Hecking Senbu

"Write a scene that starts with a bag of fingerling potatoes and ends with a yellow sports car."

heck

i just finished a book called We'll Never Be Apart by Emiko Jean 

it wasn't the best book ever

but holy shit the end got me  

Senbu had been good lately.

It all unraveled thanks to a bag of fingerling potatoes.

He'd been admitted here rather than being arrested for murder due to his mental instability. It's been almost a month, and he's been making progress until today.

He's sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, subdued as usual. A delivery man with a sack of fingerling potatoes passes him, the coarse burlap brushing against his shoulder.

His gray-brown eyes constrict and he lurches back awkwardly, clutching the bench he's sitting on hard enough to the point of turning his knuckles white.

Fury built up inside him is set alight and starts to spark and finally explode like a thousand fire flowers inside him.

With a hellish screech, he leaps onto the table, glaring at the oblivious delivery man. Eyes narrow, Senbu flings himself at the man, knocking him over easily and sending potatoes plummeting to the ground.

He's not done though. He's so sick of this, of being locked up like this with gentle doctors and techs who are supposedly there for his protection. He's sick of playing the good little patient, he's not getting anything from it. He's sick and broken, and no rainbow of pills or army of doctors and therapists can ever fix him.

He claws viciously at the innocent man's face until he finds a hold. Blue hair tangles in his fingers and he yanks it out, keeps coming back for more, revels in the man's agonized screams.

He doesn't care about the other screaming patients, he doesn't care if they're scared.

He's screaming louder than any of them.

The man is trying to fight him off, but the attempts are weak. He knows the small brunette on top of him is anything but rational.

Senbu's hands grab the man's throat with a strength of all metals combined and reinforced too. The man's face is turning an unhealthy purple, his desperation clear as he tries to throw Senbu off.

Several techs attempt to hold the small brunette, but he's putting up a fight, one hand still at the innocent delivery man's throat.

It takes almost fifteen techs to hold Senbu down, and even then he's still hissing and kicking and screaming. A few techs are assigned to each limb, pinning it down.

Senbu can see that he's losing. He's starting to pipe down, his former rage subsiding. He whimpers pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes.

He looks so small, so fragile, so childlike, but the techs know better than to let go of him.

A nurse with long, cherry blossom colored hair sedates him. He looks up at her pleadingly, his sight blurry with the drugs entering his system and the tears beginning to fall. He mumbles his sister's name, the nurse reminds him of her. She apologizes, saying that if he's good he can see his sister one day.

His senses are hazy as they drag him away from the cafeteria. Vaguely, he hears a voice he hasn't heard since before he was admitted here.

He knows that voice.

He loves that voice.

"Trickster-sama?" the name tumbles out, distorted and sleepy in his current state. Whatever dose of sedative they gave him wasn't too large, as he'd seemed to have spent his burst of infuriated energy.

His sense of helplessness had contributed to the heavy feeling on his mental and physical being.

Hearing Trickster's voice lifted the dense veil, and suddenly all that matters is that he finds Trickster. Wrenching himself out of the grip of the shocked techs, he sprints towards the man he loves.

"...Senbu's state has been improving so..."

He chuckles to himself at the snippet he hears the doctor telling his beloved. Still, he throws himself into Trickster's arms, drugs still fighting against his sudden energy and motivation. He's starting to lose to them, but as long as he has Trickster-sama...

"Senbu...?"

"Trickster-sama... don't let them take me away! Stay! Stay! Stay!"

He clings to Trickster, his everything, the only thing he has to cling onto where everything else failed him, even his sanity.

He feels the techs trying to pry him off, but he refuses to be moved.

"No! He's mine! Don't touch him, don't, don't don't!"

He kicks at the techs wildly, tears pouring down his face. He won't be separated from his Trickster-sama, he can't be.

"Trickster-sama, don't let them take me! I don't wanna go to the White Room! Trickster-sama please! Please don't go!"

He pleads with the blonde, and Trickster sighs. "It's not my decision, darling."

Senbu wails, still begging. They'll put him in the White Room for his outburst, he doesn't want to.

A dark, windowless room, completely padded.

He can't handle it, but it's his punishment for his disruption in the cafeteria, he knows it already.

Instead, they take him to a room he doesn't remember well, if he's been there. Another round of sedative is running through his system, and he doesn't bother to fight it.

It only dawns on him now that his reward for playing the good patient was getting to see his beloved Trickster-sama.

He's laid on a hospital bed of some sort, but his wrists and ankles are strapped down. Who knows what he'll do once the drugs drain from his system?

Idly, he wonders if he'll ever get to kiss Trickster in the backseat of the blonde's yellow sports car like they had done for so long, when he was "normal."

He sobs quietly until he sinks into a dreamless sleep, hiccupping and murmuring Trickster's name.

**shrugs**

Liar Dance is good

Len's Liar Dance is also good

DECO*27 is good in general so