a smol meMORIal
The camera panned to another group of young tributes.
“Uwaaaa who’s that?” Kid Luffy lent forward in his head gamemaker chair, kicking Lord Goo over by accident. The man fell on his face, nose breaking instantaneously.
Back in the games:
Honey skipped ahead, wicker basket in one hand. He spun around with a giggle. “Takashiiiiii~~” he sang to Mori, beckoning him with one hand.
“Is it just me,” Shougo commentated from the corner by a group of trees, “Or does this feel very sexual? The bond between these two cousins is so sacred. Am I the only one turned on? Kid Luffy, you turned on, boss?” he said the final part into his earpiece.
“Absolutely not,” Kid Luffy said around a mouthful of bolognese. What did that even mean? He was no playstation.
On the screen:
“Takashiiii look at this very sexy cave!” Honey cried.
“Cave sex?” Shougo’s tone piqued with interest, “Ladies and gents, should I get closer or nah?”
A poll appeared on the screen, viewers voting live for what they wanted Shougo to do.
“It seems like y’all have unanimously decided that I should proceed to the cave! Oh, a third option’s opened - you guys want me to join in on the cave sex?? Well who am I to say no if I’m invited into the lair of two starcrossed lovers? Oh, to be pressed between their sweaty bodies, merely a vehicle for their desire and arousal for each other. Methinks this demands a closer look!”
The camera shifted up and down in a nod.
Up ahead, Honey and Mori skipped into the cave. Or rather - Honey skipped, Mori ambled silently.
But then Honey tripped and fell over a moss covered log! Oh no! His smol child-like knee was red from the fall, his school uniform trouser ripped and exposing his once-pearlescent skill. As pearly as Fukuzawa’s thighs. Where was Fukuzawa, anyway?
“Mitsukuni,” Mori cried monotonically. He bent over the smol boi, examining the cut on his leg.
“Takashi!” Honey cried, tears filling his eyes and dripping down his face. “I fell over!!!!!!!”
“You should be more careful,” Mori chided. He eyes glistened in a mixture of worry and affection for his cousin.
Honey continued to cry.
“Stop crying,” Mori said. “Here, I'll kiss it better for you.” Then, he bent down, pressing his plump, slutty lips to Honey’s knee, feeling the heat of the other boy’s skin. Honey felt a moan escape his lips, unable to hold himself back. In the background, flowers and glitter flashed, as if they were in some kind of romantic anime that enjoyed incestual yaoi ships. The way the two boys angled themselves, the way they posed their bodies, it was almost as if they were putting on a performance, as though they KNEW they were being watched.
“Ugh. I know a showbiz man when I see one,” Shougo muttered with disgust. “They’re obviously playing this up for the cameras. No self-respecting top would ever let their bottom walk in the woods when he’s perfectly able to carry him.”
The camera shifted up and down in a nod.
“Well, now that they know we’re filming this porno, I’m sure they won’t mind if I just toss this into the cave,” Shougo pulled a body pillow of himself out from behind a tree. “You see, the trick is to make them intercourse while this is around. Then, before they know it, I - the real Shougo - will replace this anatomically-correct body pillow with my own body, and they will be none the wiser. It’s the perfect crime. After all, who wouldn’t want to have sex with me, Shougo Sena, famous, beautiful comic and son of - but ah, I’m getting ahead of myself,” Shougo winked to the camera cheekily, tongue sticking out just the right amount. “Let’s see what happens next.”
Mori started violently making out with Honey’s kneecap. Honey moaned pornographically, so loudly, even though it must have been painful. After an hour Honey’s knee was red raw, bleeding even more than it had been initially.
“Jeez, it’s like witnessing childbirth,” Shougo scowled, frowning deeply. “Is it wrong that I’m even more turned on?”
A poll lit up on the screen, however viewers were responding to it so quickly that it soon exploded in a fiery explosion.
“Wow. The way he’s tonging that kneecap reminds me of a very motivated anteater just -”
The camera zoomed in on Mori’s tongue action.
“See? He’s started doing these short, brutal thrusts with his tongue, just absolutely attacking Honey’s knee with his fleshy, dampened muscle. It’s absolutely hideous to witness. Alas, only the most perverse and perverted would be able to stay turned on while witnessing such a display.”
The camera panned down, showcasing Shougo’s FULL erection. And what an erection it was! Within this single shot, viewers had the pleasure to see the thick outline of Shougo’s most entertaining body part. The tightness of Shougo’s trousers did nothing but emphasise his member’s meaty girth and its erratic twitching. With the camera attention on his midsection, Shougo became even more (dangerously) erect.
He continued seamlessly, as if the audience’s visuals were uninterrupted, “For TV I am being made an unwitting voyer to these furiously misguided lovers - oh, but look,” Shougo’s voice dropped, “Mori has pulled away - and what’s that expression on his face?”
Mori suddenly reached up and clutched his chest, skin pale, forehead sweat-dampened.
Honey grabbed Mori to steady him against a wide, grey rock. He clutched Mori’s shoulders, eyes glistening with fear and concern. "Mori, are you okay?"
Mori gasped, lips trembling. He slowly looked up as if in revelation, his brown eyes looking into Honey's eyes. "Mitsukuni, I-"
"It's okay," said Honey tearfully, lowering Mori to the ground. Honey took Mori's hand.
"Look after Elise – when I'm gone." Mori choked. His hand shook in Honey’s grip, his own grip weakening. Slowly yet far too quickly his body grew numb, tingly, sensation distant now.
"No – Mori, don't talk like that." What a fool Mori was, of course Honey would look after his drag alter ego Elise??? She’s the one who brought in all the coin, jeez, what kind of self-important idiot did Mori think he was?? Even so, Honey was sure to meMORIse Mori's face.
"For my meMORIal, make sure Elise is not alone."
"I will, Mori – I swear," said Honey through tears.
"Mitsukuni, I – I'm sorry, Mitsukuni," Mori's brown eyes were glassy as Honey petted his black hair. "Please – for all I've done wrong –"
"No, Mori," Honey cried, because Mori's body had stilled.
Honey had killed Mori aMORIlly.
UGH. Thank goodness that was over! Honey dropped Mori’s hand, letting it thump against the forest floor. The tears that Honey had been crying stopped suddenly, like flipping a switch. He wiped the remaining wetness from his cheeks, his mouth twisting into a smirk. Jeez, he took AGES to die. Wayyyyyyyyy longer than the poison promised! Honey pulled the bottle out of his pocket. A label with a skull and crossbones and the slogan ‘Kill your cousin-cum-boyfriend’ promised ‘death within ten seconds’ was like, suchhhhhhh a gimmick.
Well, Honey had been slowly dosing himself with poison for the duration of the games for this very moment. Such slow doses that he himself was rendered immune to the poison, yet anyone that was to drink his blood would instantly fall to their death. Honey knew that if he tripped over and banged his knee then Mori would jump at the opportunity to make out with it wetly, saliva dripping down his chin and over Honey’s shin. He knew Mori would french his wound so deeply that if Honey let him do it forever, then he would scrape right down to the bone. That’s how much Mori simped for him. It was like, soooo cringe.
Honey whistled as he grabbed Mori’s feet, dragging him across the cave to a mound of rocks. He slowly assembled each rock around Mori’s body to conceal it against any onlookers. In such a good mood, Honey assembled the rocks in a heart shape around his cousin’s felled body. What kind of cousin would he be if he didn’t reward such a deep make-out session with his knee cap with the perfect burial?
Honey stretched his arms over his head, yawned, stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked out of the cave.
“Oh, that’s just cold-blooded, y’all,” Shougo whispered lowly, lest Honey overhear him.
As always, his erection contradicted him.
“Just goes to show, you can’t trust anyone in these here hunger games,” Shougo winked to the camera, “I wonder who’s gonna die next!”
Shougo’s theme tune played. He pointed to the camera as it panned out, a loud laugh track playing in the background.