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[USUK] Ceiling

Title: Ceiling
Author: Childish sadism
pairing: USUK
Rate: M
Genre: angst, drama
Disclaimer: I do not fear anything useful
Warning: implied abuse, implied rape Summary
: I wish I could tell you. I pray you will hear me say anything. I expect another one. When we were stuck here, let me take my hand.

These words are jumping dancing in my head, those words are never uttered. The feeling can never say words because I know I can not hear. Instead, just smile to come together. ________________________________________


blue eyes looked up at the dirty floor. He blinked then one twice. Nothing changed. The floor is so dirty, rusted and covered the four walls filled with spider webs all over the couch every corner. Any water drips from the ceiling and the smell of rotten flesh is get it covered. Nothing

change. Everything stays the same. The place is absolutely had no life. No sun nor moon, do not see anything. The only thing that changes is the other door. The door has opened three times already. Alfred was pulled out three times from the room to go to other places, there is also room nothing was changed because it is so ordinary that he did not see the difference already u both.

another white room, filled to the point that light can be blinding his eyes. People are turning around him and they stabbed needles into the body and then pushed him into this dark room. He is very sore after they completed the job, but the pain that he had used to that. No matter what size, everything hurts and nothing changes right? We still like that.

Or maybe not. Alfred
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first noticed dust falling from the ceiling down. You crawl to the floor to get to the dirty ceiling seems a piece of change. He looked and looked, not the eye slightly di How out of the small changes he has come to life. Layers of dirt and dropped it like a small hill in front of him gray.

dust falling, falling again, falling like this forever.

blonde boy opened his eyes look up at the ceiling while a table starting hands cut a small hole in the ceiling. What are hand hangs down, feel the air before touching the nearest wall. Alfred did not know what to do. You still see a few minutes later. Do now? Should he did not touch my hand? Why is there a ceiling the other hand?

What could happen again? No, nothing. Everything just changed it.

young man with blue eyes to her hands, her fingers to touch the pale skin. Arm that initially hesitant and withdrawn, but Alfred was quick to hold it. He clutched a small wrist and the other arm is stiff. It is not mobile, do not do anything.

person was like you, that person is living in the other. Room Dirty does not exist alone, is not unique. Alfred smiling with his hand and then let it go. Move arms and waved around to find him. The long fingers touching the soft hair, but dirty, before touching your face Alfred. Palm fingers cheek, chin and nose.

But as fast as the ones that hit, it disappears. Arm that disappeared and Alfred stand for hands and toes on the wall to be able to see through the hole but could not see anything. Only the dark with darkness only. Darkness the owner of the hand there and the person he had ever seen will come again and pulled him away.

Alfred heard a voice. He heard movement on the floor above. Immediately re-arm it appears, and bring something like a cloth. His blond hair that touches the fabric and look at it. The dark red letters written on it, the text that you realize you've met somewhere for very long, so long that without can remember anymore. Difficult to read, it's hard to read with a little light alone like that, he strained his eyes as possible.

'Hi, my name is Arthur'

Handwriting that is a bit sloppy and hard to understand but probably because it is written on cloth. Blue eyes looked out of the room if they can find something to write, but nothing. Of course not. He can remember all this room and you have nothing to write at all. So why prevention Arthur has something to write it?

No, of course not. Alfred looked down

writing and shudder. It is blood red. It is written in first person available in them. Nothing outside this body. If Arthur can do, why do not you? Blonde finger bitten until the blood drips. You can not waste time anymore, which is not excessive seconds before. You write a simple sentence, biting fingers again when the blood clot or Can you stop the bleeding.

All you need is one sentence only.

'Arthur Hi, my name is Alfred. " Perhaps

spelled wrong, but also maybe not. Alfred can not say for years. The darkness makes him difficult to distinguish where Where A is O, but it is not the problem. Blue eyes and a cloth to hand it vanishes.

arm back after a few minutes and waved it at him. Alfred tried smiled back, as if the hands can also see the environmental nhech up and transmit something that he was not sure I can do or not.

other room is dirty now. It's not like as before, nothing is changing. Alfred will always think bad change, because everything changed when he first visited this place. Change is not good, they make you scared or will hurt us. Change is never a good thing at all.

dirty room where it is now possible to spend in it. People come to his pain. Everything was fine. Clothes you wear every day, food is put into each day. Everything was fine because nothing changes. now is much different, and it did not hurt at all because he did Alfred find what you were like.

He sat down in that hole. He carefully pushed back the old bed near the hole as possible. He looked and looked, waited and waited. Until the other hand back and groping around. His hand touched it forward and gently touched it Strike out his hand. Blonde boy can sit there for hours, grabbed it and soft hands rubbed his cheek by the charm. Nothing good. But can touch each other is good, right? It was great.

Desk hands that sometimes go so long, for so long that he believes that the hand is better he goes. It disappears, and Alfred could hear small noises from the room above. He could hear the whimpers and choking hiccup. Sometimes you wonder if you can hear English is not tears but can not. How did you could hear them all right? Arthur

Why do this? Why is the sound? Not even a little reason and they make a difference. He has learn much in the long term, very long. How many times have you cried? How many times he sobbed and begged? Too much. He could not calm enough in the meantime. People say he is very stubborn and obnoxious anymore. Perhaps his excessive energy volume, no one can give you clear answers, they just grunted and myself only.

But now ... now, why are you sad Arthur's right? Why not give her hand so he can handle it? It made him angry

and know. It makes you more news then. It also makes him sad again. He felt his eyes wet and immediately tears rolling down my cheeks. You can not count how many times I cried. He could not remember why I was crying but then again you crying. His cheeks and his eyes wet warming. You can taste the salty on her lips and wipe them with the back of his hand. Crying is bad. Nodding. Nodding. He could feel his chest is pinched and bouts of breathlessness. Arthur would not hold his hand again, if you feel sad you think Arthur would not touch you anymore.

He ignored the tears and stand up beds. His toes and touch the ceiling and holes. He can not reach. No, his hand not long enough.

soft fingers touching Alfred and he felt his chest tighten, but this feels different. No pain and he knew I smiled. He sighed and her hand slowly down until progress can Alfred bed and stood on the floor to hold tables that hand. He could feel her hand on his cheek and chin anymore.

it changed hands a lot. It was not like that before and it makes you worry. Hand it is sometimes filled with blood. Sometimes the tape and antlers again. There as there are stitches to make green eyes closed and shaking.

Arthur wounded, like his earlier years. Maybe he's new, not like you. He is completely new. Alfred

trying to think how I felt when first to this place ... but he can not. We were gone all right, everything has gone already. He can not remember why anymore. All you remember is what the filthy room, a corner of this pretty well as his own fortress.

He can remember one thing, only one thing. He wants people to embrace him how he wants people to make you more confident when he is injured or when things become really bad. All he could remember only this much, because he still feels. He still feel that he should ignore these feelings right now. Only this time alone. Only one time only. Until things get better.

blonde hair and feel like crying arms that hug. You squeeze it tightly, look on his face and lightly touching the wound. Arthur he will feel more stable, he can do better than he felt when he first came here. Everything will be alright because Arthur is not alone. No, he will not give him he stayed alone. Never, when you need him very well.

Gradually it becomes a habit, Alfred Arthur encounter every day. You can talk to each other. You can say the words out loud is not. He brushes his lips as his fingers said with a smile. Slender fingers gently touching him like response. We are hair and gentle surf on his chin and jaw. Perhaps Alfred

are lucky, but also perhaps because he is too dependent on Arthur. He only looking at the ceiling until he appeared. Until he heard cries disappeared and Arthur may be willing to meet you.

blue eyes do not care when people would come and take it away. They do what they must do and then throwing him in here. That is what Alfred wants, that's what Arthur needs. He wanted to go back to the room, just as that. Everything but Arthur would be like to forget things that happened around him. Alfred

It screams when people come and go Arthur. You can heard screams and cries. He could hear the fight and how we pulled him away and hurt him until I finished. Alfred sat

package. He brushes his lips together and looked up the hole in the ceiling with tears are streaming down on the corner of mi. He wanted to do one thing. Blue eyes who want to stop them again. He wanted to break a hole threw it away and put Arthur. Flood shouted at each other, let them rest. Do not hurt them anymore because nodding.

nodding. It's really painful because with Arthur in the side.

ears blonde hair and attempt to scream. No sounds but still trying to reach as possible. You are strands of hair and a yellow pen was out. Jerk gold curls the color of sunshine until far into the skull. He cried and is rolled on her bed, feeling the pain and loneliness are taking their rodents. He felt cold, very cold.

it back to Arms after it locked up again Arthur. With a trembling arm and slowly, looking tired. Alfred can touch it and hug it tightly, not letting go until it stops moving. Then you could say that Arthur is sleeping or passed out of tiredness and Alfred understand. You know, because he knew I had it. He also had been like that, for long, for so long that no memory of what both.

Everything will change someday. Sure it is.

dirty room is open again, but this is other people. People, and sheds light on the situation, making you not see anything. He covered his eyes with both hands, hide them from the harsh glare light. It broke into his shoulder and gently shocked, to say something he can understand but can not answer.

him like a person holding the child and took him. He resisted. He yelled and shook his head until touching the ceiling. He managed to hold onto it with all my might but it is much stronger than him. They took him and shut the door.

Everything else. Corridors are bright and people are pouring out. Alfred can see who this stranger wearing all black and put the kids in the bedroom. Some looked very young, there were some great they all came out.

boy with blue eyes and hiss eyes when light hits the skin. He covered his face with both eyes again and slowly take your hands off. Little fear, opened my eyes blonde hair. They were outside the building and in front of which there are many different types of vehicles are parked in the yard. More people in military uniforms broke into the black with the people who brought those children out and put them into a small bed where other people quickly check the health and well to make sure that they have nothing serious. Alfred

be taken to one of her bed. He was arrested and lay down the needle is inserted deep into the skin. All things become more uncertain and he knew I was crying. Where he's Arthur? Alfred

woke up in a completely new room. It is bright and has many more beds, not just how many people are sleeping on it. Alfred looked around and sat up. His glance clean room. Everyone is asleep, no one wanted to budge, but Alfred world. He wanted to move.

Software released blue eyes and sat up. He withdrew the needle in your arm off and unplug all the wires are suffering people around him. He heard noises coming from the machine side there but he did not care.

Place this new, somewhere, but he did not need to know. Not now, not until he found his Arthur. Arthur Where is it? His face looked up at the ceiling, but without any holes on it, do not touch his arm, not even Arthur. Blond boy swallows hard and felt his eyes are wet, but he shook his head and looked around the room.

Who among them is Arthur? Who is Arthur? Blonde boy to bed your right and turn the towel. No, this is not Arthur. This feeling is not like Arthur. Alfred

feel like with the other bed until a nurse pushed him in and out quickly. She asked others to help and shouted Alfred. He yelled and shook his head, his shock of hair and crying.

'I want to find Arthur. "

He shouted to them there but like at first, there is language that can slip out of his mouth at all. Alfred

up once again in the same room there, work was nayy on duty with him and started to say something to him. She says he will not even hear anything. He stood up and began to find Arthur. She tried to stop him and he pushed her out. He looked again into the bed rest, and found the other nurses that she is running out to help. No problem. Arthur

Where am I?

waterline green eyes, his throat was dry and irritated, but can not be compared with contractions in the chest pain is now. No pain, no comparison can comparable to it at all.

Who is Arthur? Alfred

look at the patient arm. You want to touch and see each one. The nurse then came back and others go with her, but Alfred was quick to run across the room until they stumble and pull the blankets. He quickly stood up and tried to stay away from the nurse and doctor. They continue to say something to him but he shook his head and shouted.

Until you touch the person sleeping on the bed next.

eyes opened wide when Alfred his fingers touched her hand. He looked down the sleeping boy. People with sandy blond hair that is breathing slowly through the body and looks like he is covered by tape and gauze. Blanket around the people he disappeared, and Alfred could see an arm has been lost and the tape is wrapped around his eyes while the rest of the body are more thick bandage. Burns can be easily seen on the tape was punched into tears.

blue eyes do not care. He did not see the danger, he never saw vicious persecution is on the other body. All he saw was healed arm is very close to hand. Alfred swallowed again and hold hands in front. He could feel hot tears are falling, and he also found be surprised faces of the doctors and nurses as well. But all that attention he is now a small boy who he was holding.

sandy blonde hair and wide eyes green eyes looking at Alfred. He looked very surprised, both afraid. Alfred Arthur afraid of him and shook his head quickly before hand in intact and put it gently touched his cheek and all the face. Sandy blonde hair do, slowly ran her fingers over the full surface Alfred wounds. Bruise covered one side but not the other.

Alfred Arthur smiled gently when it seems he has realized sandy blond hair and smiling. Then he laughed and Alfred could hear the sound echoes like bells are ringing in my ears. He hugged his friend very close to your body and open your mouth to say something.

Arthur looked at him and then laughed bitterly. He touched his ear and shook his head.

Arthur can not hear. He was deaf. Alfred

can understand and he was laughing smiling to hide the sadness in his eyes. Slowly, as the sunny blond hair touching the throat and shook her head. Where

What if Arthur can not hear, because inherently Alfred could not say. Both are okay. Both know how to talk to each other. Both know that just touching each other well enough to know each other then.

fins are taking our pain but also hope that light burning somewhere alone. And Alfred have found the light of their own.