A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

SENBU CHILD I APOLOGIZE bAd SD

"Describe a strawberry without using the words red, sweet, tart or juicy."

I like strawberries

they're probably my favorite fruit

mangoes are a close second though

mangoes are so good

The crowd gathers in stony silence to watch the child be taken up onto the large platform in the middle to be executed.

The word "monster" makes a hushed ripple through the room.

Not for the executioners, but the child himself.

The young brunette wears an impassive expression as he's lead onward, surrounded by six professionally trained men to protect not him, but the people around him.

He is too dangerous to live.

While straitjackets are never used, he finds himself confined in one anyway. He doesn't let it show, but having his arms so tightly restrained irritates him and makes him anxious.

He feels too exposed to the world with only his rather short shorts on and nothing else. The only perk of the straitjacket is that it covers his upper body, comforting him only the slightest bit.

His bare feet are close to bleeding on the gravel path, and it hurts him. Heavy manacles extend between his thin ankles, dragging on the ground as he shuffles along.

He's fifteen, hardly a child, but so small he comes off as one all the same.

At least, when he's calm.

An innocent little girl turns to her parents while pointing at him, asking, "Is that a monster?"

The words hurt more than he'd like to admit, but he repels it with anger instead.

He sends the family a vicious snarl that makes everyone who sees it stumble back in fear of him.

He's only angered more by this, but before he can do anything else, the guards are onto him, strapping a bite restraint mask over his face.

He screeches in protest until one of the guards grabs his throat, squeezing to the point he's about to pass out, but letting go just before and slapping him hard across the face to keep him awake.

The mask gets in the way of him feeling the strikes full force, but he understands the message.

Weak, he trips, falling to the ground and laying there helplessly with neither the mobility nor the motivation to get back up.

He's dragged to his feet anyway, forced to take step after painful step across the sea of people here to witness his death.

He thinks back to the little girl and wishes she wasn't here. She's too young, too pure.

Up onto the platform they go, and he's surprised to see Trickster, the man he'd lost his mind for.

He hadn't dared look up, but now he sees that the guillotine he'd supposed would be his death bringer is not set up.

Instead, a chair.

He's shoved into the chair, and strapped down so he can't escape it.

He can't look at the crowds, because all that's there is silent hatred. Trickster probably hates him too, so he can't look there. The sky is too bright, he hates it, and refuses to look there. To look down at himself only reminds him of what a monster he is.

He closes his eyes.

Several minutes pass, and then Trickster is talking to him, telling him to open his eyes.

He can never deny Trickster, and does as he's asked.

His eyes pool with tears, more so when he sees a mirrored expression before him, and the salty drop slips down Trickster's face.

He will not cry, not in front if Trickster. He can't.

He opens his mouth and Trickster places a strawberry inside after removing the bite restraint mask.

His mouth floods with the vibrant fruit's juice and flesh, sour and saccharine the same.

He swallows, and cries out.

Pain consumes him, he feels like he's on fire and freezing all at once.

No one restrains him this time when he screams, and keeps screaming from the agony.

Poison.

He howls his pleas for mercy, though he knows all good had abandoned him for his instability long ago.

He pleads for Trickster, and the blonde comes forth, leaning in so that his face is level with the tortured brunette's.

Leaning in to the younger boy's ear, he speaks quickly as he knows the child is running out of time.

"You're not a monster, Senbu darling."

Senbu's screams falter as his voice gives out and the poison spreads, weakening him significantly.

Not bothering to hide the fact that he's crying, Trickster leans in to kiss the dying brunette. "I love you, Senbu."

This is the last thing Senbu ever hears.

guys i actually tried wow