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Hadaka Shitsuji Drabble 01 - I Love You
Apr. 15th, 2019 08:40 pmPost Sakuma's True Ending | Ending 21 - The President's Afternoon.
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It’s a truth that beats in Sakuma as steady as his heartbeat.
“I love you.”
When his body stings and his eyes ring with tears, it’s true.
When he’s too lowly to deserve his master’s affections, it’s still true.
When he sees the way Maeda cracks, slowly as pavement, and he can hear the soft “perfect” that his master whispers in his heart, it’s true.
When his master witnesses his humiliation at his body’s reactions, prods those on, it’s true.
When his heart aches for his fellow’s pain and jealousy eats at him, it’s still true.
He spent decades learning mathematics, language, etiquette, history. This is truer than any of that.
When he looks out the window and confirms that the weather is excellent, the sky a clear blue, he does not internalize it the way he accepts his inner truth. Every part of him has been prepared and emptied in the vain hope it could contain something so profound, so sacred. He’s still overfull of the revelation of it all.
He cannot take his master’s heart and nestle it next to his own always, but his master thought of something else to keep with him always.
He tries not to let it drive him to his knees the way his master’s voice does, but he’s weak and perverted. Some part of his mind knows that Maeda loves him that way.
And that’s what makes the truth more beautiful than painful- Maeda loves him back, leaves marks of it all over, tells him in a thousand little ways.
It’s amazing.
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It’s a truth that beats in Sakuma as steady as his heartbeat.
“I love you.”
When his body stings and his eyes ring with tears, it’s true.
When he’s too lowly to deserve his master’s affections, it’s still true.
When he sees the way Maeda cracks, slowly as pavement, and he can hear the soft “perfect” that his master whispers in his heart, it’s true.
When his master witnesses his humiliation at his body’s reactions, prods those on, it’s true.
When his heart aches for his fellow’s pain and jealousy eats at him, it’s still true.
He spent decades learning mathematics, language, etiquette, history. This is truer than any of that.
When he looks out the window and confirms that the weather is excellent, the sky a clear blue, he does not internalize it the way he accepts his inner truth. Every part of him has been prepared and emptied in the vain hope it could contain something so profound, so sacred. He’s still overfull of the revelation of it all.
He cannot take his master’s heart and nestle it next to his own always, but his master thought of something else to keep with him always.
He tries not to let it drive him to his knees the way his master’s voice does, but he’s weak and perverted. Some part of his mind knows that Maeda loves him that way.
And that’s what makes the truth more beautiful than painful- Maeda loves him back, leaves marks of it all over, tells him in a thousand little ways.
It’s amazing.
