Urban theory
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Category:
+S through Z › Tenchu
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,147
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Tenchu, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Breathe!
Urban theory: chapter 2 (song-fic-chapter)
Breathe with me
Alcohol, running in human veins as hectically as the sound waves destroyed their hearing. Smoke, more accurately, nicotine pressed down to their throats ruining their lungs. Requirement for something as uncontaminated as oxygen wasn’t wanted among them to clear confused minds. It was tight, for someone with a clear head; pressing.
Rikimaru wasn’t one to get anxiety over this. This was his escape. Get away form too much thinking, seeing, feeling and over all being alive still. This was pure simplicity if not his heaven as long as the lunacy of his brain continued in this darkness.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane
The mass that Rikimaru was in moved almost in unison or so it seemed when you were between the shadow and glow. Why wasn’t everything as easy as it was in here, he thought. Clear phase of life, that would make you want to form the lucid matching moves seeking for perfection.
This night he spent alone. He didn’t know really how he had made that decision to come alone in a bar as he usually had at least few of his friends with him. That what he was; a friendly guy who came along with everybody, even with strangers he thought to know after few minutes of talk. Couldn’t be alone simply because he wouldn’t exist if anyone didn’t make him feel he wasn’t just a delusion of his own twisted existence.
He had slipped out like a child with out permission. Planned it well unconsciously and succeeded.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
The bass flow through his body and he felt him self dancing faster. Not completely sensing his psyche attaching to the flesh. Not that he failed out in any of his moves, which endured to be his only purpose. If it was his purpose, he had to do it good, real good, to feel good.
Alcohol purred and blurred his brain but sure it left him eyes to see. Sad mirror images of himself, people like him, yet so different from inside. Right now they seemed to have the same goal. They were the one and the same. Who cared about them? Fools cared about one another or strangers. Inside didn’t matter here.
He didn’t want to be aware of any intelligence that might have still been hiding in his head after the killing doze of liquid drug.
Music slowed down for a moment and forced him to do the same. How heavy his limps felt, he realized. How long had he been here, he didn’t know. He had left his watch home. He could tell the music was starting to speed up. Something in him tried to say no, but the other part didn’t want to hear it and he let the flow take him away again.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Words echoed to his ears and to his knowledge but he couldn’t anymore comprehend what were the words saying. The beat resonated over the floor to his feet and kept him on the move. He could feel how his body ached for every budge he made. In some level he acknowledged all of it what was going to happen soon if he didn’t stop.
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
For a second he heard things from a far, but then suddenly his hearing came back and he felt a bit clearer.
Come play my game I’ll test ya
It wasn’t maintaining sensation of clarity. Lights flashed in a perfect timing to annoy him and make him hallucinate. Would his body fail him at last, he wondered off in a place inside his head and closed his eyes for a second. The room was going around in circles and he fought to keep his consciousness. But he couldn’t stop. Stopping wasn’t an option, no way, he couldn’t, he mustn’t, and it was out of the question. Stopping would make everything go back to black as it had been.
So it wasn’t an option. Why his body wouldn’t fail already, why this had to still continue, he thought. Why did he have to keep on going? Why couldn’t he just die tonight?
Psycho-
The once happy beat bounded in his head painfully provoking him. Continuance was torturous. Would the end be bliss then? Would he find out? He wanted to find out.
-somatic addict insane
For some reason he recognised one of the dancers who’d been dancing there quite a long time. He had come closer. Rikimaru looked at his blue eyes but he didn’t look back at his thought they were now dancing separate but together.
He liked the offer as he felt it easier to keep in rhythm as he had something to focus on. The music had taken a slow turn. He wasn’t drunk, not in Rikimaru’s eyes, just plain cute, even as he was a blond. And somewhat familiar.
“You seemed a little tired? Thought you wouldn’t mind if I dance with you?” The man said and partly shouted.
“…Don’t mind at all…” He shook his head.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
For a minute there everything had turned slow and he’d seen it. Pictured himself laying dead on the floor. Film in his head had nearly been cut. It’s been so long since that has happened to me, Rikimaru thought. Who was this man? Rikimaru decided not to make the first move or even the second. He had come here to be alone in a crowd, not alone with someone.
He had a little control over him self.
Breathe with me
The rhythm flew trough him whole and placid again. He considerate to forget about tomorrow as it wasn’t very likely that tomorrow would remember this moment. Idea tingled in his brain; would there be a tomorrow? At the moment the thought seemed pleasurable if not peaceful; for not to wake up anymore to face the handover that waited.
Breathe with me
Sadness washed over him like nothing of his earlier feelings. It crushed him and he felt like crying. He didn’t cry. Tiers wouldn’t come out. Good sign he thought. His body didn’t anymore respond to simplest functions. Would it react to pain?
He wasn’t sure was he laughing out loud now, his eyes closed at the minute.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane
He hated to think and focused his still remaining observation to the words that perished under the other beats. Soon he noticed the works didn’t make sense anymore if they ever had. He still had left the remains of the knowledge of his body and again focused to make every single muscle move as if he’s live would depend on it.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Light flashed over the crowd and then became dark. He didn’t hear anything or see. Is this what is to be between life and death, the thought crossed in his mind.
He noticed he didn’t like it.
Breathe with me
Ocean of light drifted pass him and he heard again. Sudden flash of light waked him from the oddly comfortable, safe place inside his mind he’d rested way too long time.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho
-somatic addict insane
Everything was light. This was probably what the Buddhist monks experienced when they enlightened and mind separated from the body. He began to feel it too, even in his consciousness, his mind started to float. For a one last time, for this night, he felt content.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Song: Prodigy; “Breathe”
Breathe with me
Alcohol, running in human veins as hectically as the sound waves destroyed their hearing. Smoke, more accurately, nicotine pressed down to their throats ruining their lungs. Requirement for something as uncontaminated as oxygen wasn’t wanted among them to clear confused minds. It was tight, for someone with a clear head; pressing.
Rikimaru wasn’t one to get anxiety over this. This was his escape. Get away form too much thinking, seeing, feeling and over all being alive still. This was pure simplicity if not his heaven as long as the lunacy of his brain continued in this darkness.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane
The mass that Rikimaru was in moved almost in unison or so it seemed when you were between the shadow and glow. Why wasn’t everything as easy as it was in here, he thought. Clear phase of life, that would make you want to form the lucid matching moves seeking for perfection.
This night he spent alone. He didn’t know really how he had made that decision to come alone in a bar as he usually had at least few of his friends with him. That what he was; a friendly guy who came along with everybody, even with strangers he thought to know after few minutes of talk. Couldn’t be alone simply because he wouldn’t exist if anyone didn’t make him feel he wasn’t just a delusion of his own twisted existence.
He had slipped out like a child with out permission. Planned it well unconsciously and succeeded.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
The bass flow through his body and he felt him self dancing faster. Not completely sensing his psyche attaching to the flesh. Not that he failed out in any of his moves, which endured to be his only purpose. If it was his purpose, he had to do it good, real good, to feel good.
Alcohol purred and blurred his brain but sure it left him eyes to see. Sad mirror images of himself, people like him, yet so different from inside. Right now they seemed to have the same goal. They were the one and the same. Who cared about them? Fools cared about one another or strangers. Inside didn’t matter here.
He didn’t want to be aware of any intelligence that might have still been hiding in his head after the killing doze of liquid drug.
Music slowed down for a moment and forced him to do the same. How heavy his limps felt, he realized. How long had he been here, he didn’t know. He had left his watch home. He could tell the music was starting to speed up. Something in him tried to say no, but the other part didn’t want to hear it and he let the flow take him away again.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Words echoed to his ears and to his knowledge but he couldn’t anymore comprehend what were the words saying. The beat resonated over the floor to his feet and kept him on the move. He could feel how his body ached for every budge he made. In some level he acknowledged all of it what was going to happen soon if he didn’t stop.
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
For a second he heard things from a far, but then suddenly his hearing came back and he felt a bit clearer.
Come play my game I’ll test ya
It wasn’t maintaining sensation of clarity. Lights flashed in a perfect timing to annoy him and make him hallucinate. Would his body fail him at last, he wondered off in a place inside his head and closed his eyes for a second. The room was going around in circles and he fought to keep his consciousness. But he couldn’t stop. Stopping wasn’t an option, no way, he couldn’t, he mustn’t, and it was out of the question. Stopping would make everything go back to black as it had been.
So it wasn’t an option. Why his body wouldn’t fail already, why this had to still continue, he thought. Why did he have to keep on going? Why couldn’t he just die tonight?
Psycho-
The once happy beat bounded in his head painfully provoking him. Continuance was torturous. Would the end be bliss then? Would he find out? He wanted to find out.
-somatic addict insane
For some reason he recognised one of the dancers who’d been dancing there quite a long time. He had come closer. Rikimaru looked at his blue eyes but he didn’t look back at his thought they were now dancing separate but together.
He liked the offer as he felt it easier to keep in rhythm as he had something to focus on. The music had taken a slow turn. He wasn’t drunk, not in Rikimaru’s eyes, just plain cute, even as he was a blond. And somewhat familiar.
“You seemed a little tired? Thought you wouldn’t mind if I dance with you?” The man said and partly shouted.
“…Don’t mind at all…” He shook his head.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
For a minute there everything had turned slow and he’d seen it. Pictured himself laying dead on the floor. Film in his head had nearly been cut. It’s been so long since that has happened to me, Rikimaru thought. Who was this man? Rikimaru decided not to make the first move or even the second. He had come here to be alone in a crowd, not alone with someone.
He had a little control over him self.
Breathe with me
The rhythm flew trough him whole and placid again. He considerate to forget about tomorrow as it wasn’t very likely that tomorrow would remember this moment. Idea tingled in his brain; would there be a tomorrow? At the moment the thought seemed pleasurable if not peaceful; for not to wake up anymore to face the handover that waited.
Breathe with me
Sadness washed over him like nothing of his earlier feelings. It crushed him and he felt like crying. He didn’t cry. Tiers wouldn’t come out. Good sign he thought. His body didn’t anymore respond to simplest functions. Would it react to pain?
He wasn’t sure was he laughing out loud now, his eyes closed at the minute.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane
He hated to think and focused his still remaining observation to the words that perished under the other beats. Soon he noticed the works didn’t make sense anymore if they ever had. He still had left the remains of the knowledge of his body and again focused to make every single muscle move as if he’s live would depend on it.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Light flashed over the crowd and then became dark. He didn’t hear anything or see. Is this what is to be between life and death, the thought crossed in his mind.
He noticed he didn’t like it.
Breathe with me
Ocean of light drifted pass him and he heard again. Sudden flash of light waked him from the oddly comfortable, safe place inside his mind he’d rested way too long time.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I’ll test ya
Psycho
-somatic addict insane
Everything was light. This was probably what the Buddhist monks experienced when they enlightened and mind separated from the body. He began to feel it too, even in his consciousness, his mind started to float. For a one last time, for this night, he felt content.
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Song: Prodigy; “Breathe”