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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:20 am
It was decided then, in his own mind, at least. Until Kiba could stand on his own without crumbling apart into a thousand pieces, he wasn’t going to let Yamagawa go. Even if the otherYamagawa came out, even if Yamagawa hurt him. Nothing Yamagawa could ever do would hurt as much as that tearing emptiness he’d been before had hurt. Nothing. Yamagawa could even do that ghosty thing of his and rip out Kiba’s damn heart from his body, and it still wouldn't hurt as much as that loneliness had. It had been too dark, too cold, too…too alone and he couldn’t go back to that, not again, it just hurt too much.
So he’d never let Yamagawa go. Never ever ever. Not even if otherYamagawa came out and tried to kill him. Because Kiba would so much prefer being dead over what he had been when he’d been alone. What was the point of living if there was nothing, no one to live for? Even being needed like this, needing like this, even if it was all just pretend in the end, was better than before. Anything was better than before, even being used and tossed out like trash. That would be horrible, but it would still be better than before. Which was why he couldn’t never ever ever ever let Yamagawa go, so he wouldn’t have to go back to before. Before was awfulevildarkcoldscary and he didn’t want to go back, wouldn’t go back if he could help it. And If Yamagawa stayed, then he didn’t need to.
He met Yamagawa’s eyes, gold turning a shade darker. “No,” he hissed, nails scraping almostbutnotquite painfully at the back of the redhead’s neck. He bent down, trailing his tongue across the skin of the other’s neck, feeling the pulse underneath. He could so easily picture sinking his teeth into the jugular, and in seconds it would be over, Yamagawa would never leave, but he wouldn’t because Yamagawa couldn’t keep him from being emptycolddarkscared if he was dead. So he had to stay alive, because being alive was the only way that he would be okay, that he would make Kiba be something more than nothing. Yamagawa was the only one who could make those embers spark inside the snake, and he could only do that if he were alive.
“I’m not letting you go.” His hands clutched possessively at the other, nibbling gently at the redhead’s neck. Never. Never ever to the gazillionth power. It was probably selfish, but Kiba wouldn’t ever let Yamagawa go, nevernevernever. Because Yamagawa did good things to Kiba, made him feel good things, things that mattered, and he wasn’t going to lose that. Never. So if Yamagawa was going to leave when Kiba wanted him to, then Yamagawa was never going to leave, because Kiba was willing to take whatever Yamagaw dished out if it meant the other would just stay. He definitely wanted Yamagawa here, and he wasn’t evereverever going to say otherwise, not if it meant he’d be all alone again. He wouldn’t ever let himself be that alone, that deepdarkscaredcold again. He’d rather die first, than be that way.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:50 am
A sharp sort of gaspy hissing --thatfeltreallywarmhotgoodniceawesomewarm-- noise, a wordless intake of breath, escaped Yamagawa's lips as he felt the other's scratchyroughishhotwet tongue sweep across the skin of his neck. That.. that felt good. No, it was better than good, sending sparks and more of those goldenbrightwarm feeling sparkles down inside the pit of his stomach and filling in the emptydarkness. It was goodbetternicenicesososososoverygood..
One of his hands lost its grip on Kiba-san to bat away his slippingcrookedannoyingannoying glasses away rather irritably; he wouldn't really be able to see, but he could still see Kiba-san and Yamagawa would be alright because it was Kiba-san and only them mattered and.. and right now, some trivial matters like glasses seemed so little in meaning for the redhead. Besides, Yamagawa.. he.. he would know when Kiba-san was going away because then he wouldn't be able to see him anymore and then so that's how Yamagawa would know.. With that done, he went right back to the tight grip on the other male's hair and the thick material of the gown, green eyes slightly hazy and threatening to slip shut closed all the way as.. God, that felt so good he could almost cry..
Somehow, feeling the sharpsharpsharpsosososoverydangerouslysharp fangsteethKiba-san on his neck, on the vein he knew it was there, the frantically beating pulse that he could rushing pounding through his entire body, somehow made Yamagawa wantingneedingcravingfeeling even more, arch up lightly into the other male, trying sosoveryhard to get close and closer and even more because there was that hazy goldenbright feeling and Yamagawa was feeling this and that meant that he did exist..
"Don't," He gasped out, lungs all of a sudden so sosovery tightgrippingsuffocating in the hot headyness, in the sweetsourystrangegood smell of Kiba-san, in the warmth he could feel in the other's tonguelipsfangbreathbody and.. and even though this wasn't quite so very real, even though this could end any moment, even though Yamagawa shouldn't be doing this at all, he couldn't stop. "Don't go.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 1:29 am
"For-" --he dragged his tongue along Yamagawa's Adam's apple-- "-e-" --his fingers curled around the back of the other's neck-- "-ver." --he scraped his teeth down from Yamagawa's Adam's apple to his collarbone, biting gentlyharshlypossessively at the other's collarbone. If Yamagawa kept saying stupid things, Kiba might just maybe bite him, maybe one or two drops of poison. Not enough to actually kill him, but enough to make him feel dizzysleepysicknauseous for a while. Because Kiba wasn't going and Yamagawa wasn't going --Kiba wouldn't let him-- so Yamagawa just needed to shut up with the stupid words that were so pointless and...and pointless.
Because if Yamagawa wanted Kiba --not that way, but some other way-- and Kiba wanted Yamagawa, then there shouldn't have to be any words --stupid stupid words-- because they knew what they needed, and they needed each other to somehow anchor themselves against the bad stuff inside of them. For Kiba, his emptiness, and for Yamagawa, maybe probably his otherness, that dark Yamagawa. And if they knew what they wanted and they had each other --even for a little while-- then Yamagawa should just shut up because Kiba wasn't going anywhere. Kiba needed Yamagawa just as much as Yamagawa needed Kiba, and Kiba wasn't about to leave something he needed that badly.
Without really meaning to, he made a soft, almost hypnotic hissing noise deep in his throat, dipping his tongue in the hollow of Yamagawa's clavicle. It was a sound that was actually supposed to lull prey into a false sense of security before they were bitten --created and passed down through his family-- and while he wasn't exactly planning on biting Yamagawa --no point in this if he were dead-- maybe he was, subconsciously, trying to give that sense of security. Even if it was a false sense, because that was really all Kiba could give. But this wasn't real anyway, was it? It was just a temprary need they were both fulfilling. Until forever. So no, neither of them were going anywhere, not if he could help it. And if that meant treating Yamagawa as prey, then so be it, so long as it kept Yamagawa here.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 1:53 am
He.. They... It... Kiba-san... It...
The rest of the words --something vaguely relating to what he was trying sosososoveryhard to say earlier-- shattered and faded and Yamagawa just ended up giving another one of the hopeless sort of jumbled incoherent noises that died down as he felt the sharpsharpshiveryshudderinggood feeling spread down his neck all along his body and.. and even though Yamagawa was so very --sosososososomuch he was shaking slightly, though from being scared or.. or just feeling too much, he couldn't tell-- so veryvery nervous, nervous and happy and excited and anticipating and waiting and waiting.. for.. for that sharp instant blackening sting that could come any minute.
Because it had changed slightly again, something had changed, and.. and something in Kiba-san had changed, just like something in Yamagawa had changed too. It was.. It was slightly unnerving, how fastsoftunknowingly theyheKiba could change so much, but.. but Yamagawa didn't mind. Because this was still Kiba-san, right? Still the Kiba-san that he knew. And.. and the.. the purringhissing sound, that was comfortable, even though Yamagawa couldn't quite place his finger on why it soundedfelt so comfortable and warm and.. and nice, nice like what Kiba-san was doing to him even though it had that tinge, heavy tinge of something nervousdangerousfearful like.. like just like a coiled angry dangerous sort of snake, but.. but Yamagawa didn't mind, because it was Kiba-san. He would have gladly let Kiba-san kill him at this point. Because.. because without Kiba-san to make him feel, feel all these dangerousnervoushotwarmfuzzysparklyheadypleasurable feelings, Yamagawa wouldn't exist, would just go back to being nothing and feeling nothing and just dead, so.. so he existed only because of Kiba-san, right?
"O.." The green eyes flickered, trying to.. trying to keep themselves open, trying to see Kiba-san, trying to reassure himself that Kiba-san was still here and not going anywhere even though Kiba-san said he wouldn't ever go -- forever and ever -- but.. but Yamagawa still had to watch him.. He had to.. The redhead's grip tightened reflexibly on the other male's hair, as he relaxed oh so slightly against the other. "Okay.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:41 am
Still making that soft hissingpurring, Kiba leaned his head back, carefully running just the very tips of his fangs across the delicatethinpalecreamy skin of Yamagawa's neck. He didn't break to blood, but his teeth were sharp enough to break some of the thin top layers of skin away, leaving two thin, almost indistinct tracks on the otherwise smooth surface. It was a little intoxicating, being so dangerosly close to murder and holding back just that tiniest bit, knowing that even the smallest slipup would destroy the victim. Was this what the otherYamagawa had felt, knowing that he held Kiba's very life in his hand? A curious feeling, and not an altogether unpleasant one.
Switching gears, he darted his tongue out, lapping gently at the faint marks, almost like a cat would, gentlycarefullyquietly. Move slowly and gently and make no sudden moves and Yamagawa wouldn't startle and bolt. First rule in hunting, be calm and gentle and let the prey come to you. Yes, he knew he shouldn't be thinking of Yamagawa as prey, but he couldn't help it! He had to catch Yamagawa and keep him here forever, and there was only one way he knew to catch something, and that was only when they were prey. He didn't mean to think of it like that, but he had to because he had to keep Yamagawa here...
Still purrhissing, he pulled back, blinking eyes doing a dizzy swirling mesmerize thing --again, completely accidental-- as he leaned in to press another kiss, less forced and desperate than the last one, against Yamagawa's lips. He had to keep Yamagawa here. That was the only thing that mattered right now. He had to do everything in his power to keep Yamagawa here, to keep Yamagawa from slipping away and vanishing in a puff of smoke, even if it meant using traits he'd never really gotten a hold of in the first place. He just...he needed to keep Yamagawa here...
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:03 am
He.. He shouldn't.. Yamagawa shouldn't move. He couldn't dare breathe, though his lungs protested at the lack of air and he was seeing bright sparks at the edge of his vision, but.. but that could just be the manifestation of the happywarmentirelynew feelings that just.. rose up out from insidearound him, and.. and even if it was the lack of air, Yamagawa was alright with it, because everything was okay..
A-And.. and it was.. kind of... relaxing.. That purringhissing sound. Maybe it shouldn't be so.. so nice sounding, but.. but it was, and Yamagawa found that he couldn't really protest about.. about feeling too good because that was just too stupid and Yamagawa knew that, even in this hazy nice heady misty sort of feeling, that.. he should just.. be quiet and g-go with this..
The scrapingscratchy feel of the fangs made Yamagawa tense slightly --dangerdangerdanger-- but arch up against the other male at the same time, both drawing back and pulling closer, both wantingneeding to get away and staying, both.. both shivering and trembling all at once and it was so confusing but Yamagawa shouldn't think because thinking was too complicated and it made other things too complicated, like.. like this thought trying to rise into the redhead's mind of something else sharpscratchysharpdangerous on his neck... before... before.. but.. but that was bad and this was goooood so Yamagawa should only think about good things..
His hand clutching at the back of Kiba-san's gown came around to windattachcling itself to the collar of the other male's shirt, almost desperately and chocking half in the other's kiss and the other in a sort of strange whimpery pleading sort of noise that rose up from deepdeep inside him, trying so hard to keep himself from shaking because he wasn't nervous but maybe he was and.. and the.. the eye thing.. it was.. reallyreallyreally good like everythinganything else..
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 3:09 pm
“Come, come, little mouse
Step into the serpent’s mouth.”
Not that Kiba thought Yamagawa was a mouse. But the nursery rhyme rolled around repeatedly, his mother’s soft voice whispering the words in his mind. He didn’t mean to think of Yamagawa as any sort of prey…but…but Kiba needed to keep Yamagawa here, draw him closer and closer and so deep that he wouldn’t ever want to leave, because Kiba couldn’t lose these feelings, not again, he just wouldn’t be able to take it. Not again! So…so he needed to keep Yamagawa here, and keep him calm and not like the otherYamagawa, and then…then it wouldn’t be Before, but Yamagawa would still be here, and everything would be okay. All okay, just like…just like it was feeling now, all warm and bright and happy and sparklywarm, and now was okay. So…it needed to stay that way…
He ran a hand gently through Yamagawa’s hair, twining the strands around his fingers before releasing them. His other hand slipped out from under the –stained—gown, cupping gently around Yamagawa’s neck. The snake frowned slightly into the kiss when his thumb brushed over the slightly upraised scar tissue –had he not noticed before?—but didn’t mind it that much, trailing his fingers over the line, leaving a bright red path in his wake. The thought slithered through that they really should stop and clean up, maybe bandage their wounds, but the nursery rhyme killed that thought, so instead he just carefullyslowlycautiously deepened the kiss. He had to keep Yamagawa here...
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:14 pm
The first touch of Kiba's fingersthumbflutterysoft over the scar made Yamagawa stiffen slightly, unconsciously drawing in a sharp gasp but breathing in breathing Kiba-san in instead of air and.. and the smelltastetouch w-was making him even more heady and drowsy and it was strange because he was careful not to scrape his tongue acrossnearanywherenear Kiba-san's teeth because he knew it was dangerous even though.. even though it felt reallyreallyreallyreally nice and maybe Yamagawaotherselftoo maybe.. maybe liked the tinglywarning red lights. After all, death.. death was not an unusual thought.
But.. But it wasn't like before before, right? Kiba-san was only touching his neck, and.. and even though he did the whole teethnicegoodfeeling thing just a whilesecondeternity ago, it wasn't quite as bad dangerwarning red as the before thing.. so.. it was okay.. right? Because if it was dangerous, if Yamagawa was scared --he was, but it was shivery kind of scared, not like that at all-- if Yamagawa was really scared, then.. then the voice will take care of whatever it was, because the voice always came, always there, and it knew everything anything about.. about that, so it would know, right? It would know if Kiba-san tried.. to.. to do that, even though teeth and that weren't the same thing at all.
So.. so it wasn't poison or whatever it was that Kiba-san could do with his teeth --brightbrightbrightlightsmoanwhimper-- but.. but it was something else.. maybe.. maybe that something coming in and filling Yamagawa up with the tingly good feelings and.. and.. Another whimper forcedcrawed itself out halfway past Yamagawa's mouth as he closed his eyes and drew the other male tighter against, eyes slipping tightly shut almost desperately as he tried to get rid of the bad feeling because it was bad and this was good and Kiba-san wasn't like that at all and.. and.. --Yamagawa's teeth closed down carefullycautiously around Kiba's tongue, nibbling lightly-- and it was just good..
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:48 pm
Yamagawa stiffened. And Kiba froze. Utterlycompletelyabsolutely stilled. He didn’t even dare breathe for that long moment, because he had done something wrong again. He was always doing something wrong. Everything he did was wrong, and when he tried to do something right, he did it wrong to and don’t let him go, don’tlethimgoawaypleasepleaseplease… Yamagawa couldn’t go, not again, nonononono, so he had to stop doing the wrong thing so Yamagawa didn’t go away again, and then everything would be okay and it would stay this desperatewantingwarm feeling and it wouldn’t get colddarkempty like before so he would stop doing the wrong things anymore because he needed this warmthbrightgoodness…
Slowslowslowly he slid his hand away from the scar –badbadbadbadwrong—cupping the back of the redhead’s neck. If it made Yamagawa draw away, Kiba wouldn’t touch it. He wouldn’t do anything to make Yamagawa draw away, never ever ever ever. He would keep Yamagawa here and they would be warmhappyglowyfuzzynotnothinganymore and it would all be okay, everything would be okay, they just needed to stay here together like this, so he had to make sure to stop from doing the wrong things and do his very absolute best to keep Yamagawa with him. Then he…they wouldn't be nothings anymore, they’d have something, and it might be fine in the end…and…
The purrhissing trailed off, replaced by a slightly startled mewlyyelpything at the pressure of teeth on his tongue. It…it sent sparks down his spine! And…and it was a good kind of sparks, not a painful kind of sparks that hurt, but happyfiery sparks that…that made him feel warmerbetterhappier inside, like maybe those embers were finally starting to maybe get a lick of flame and begin to burn, which was a good thing… Making a small, almost moaning sound, Kiba’s eyes slipped shut as he melted against Yamagawa’s form, all hypnotic powers disbanded. But he couldn’t help it, those warmhappygood sparks were turning his bones to liquid. So…now…now Yamagawa had to stay…all on his own…because Kiba just wasn’t strong enough to keep him here forever…
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:10 pm
He.. HetheyKibait will be fine, right? Everything was fine, will be fine. He just.. Yamagawa just had to forget about it, forget about the coldcoldsharpstinging and the pain and the.. and the hurting and just everything and it will be fine. If.. If he just closed his eyes and draw himself closer and feel the warmsparklytingly warmth under the palmfingerhand where his arm was --when did it get there?-- wrapped around under the gown around Kiba's back-waist-thing and.. and.. and this was the first time that he had forgotten so sosototally and completely about.. about.. not that he really particularly cared..
His heartbeat seemed to speed up even more at the mewlthingyelpy sound, his grip tightening where it was clutching desperatelyhardtightly on the back of Kiba's shirt so hard that he could feel his nails digging into his palm and hemighthavetopayforthat.. but he didn't care and all he could think about right now was the feeling, the sheer noise roaring past his earchestmindbody and.. and the warmth like waterfloodliquidfire surrounding him and seemingly the very air. It was like.. It was like some sort of spark from a flint was lit, and.. and it was catching over onto the golden brightlights and spreading where they were all piled up deepdeepwithin inside him and it was on fire and he was on fire but it didn't hurt like he thought it should be, just.. just more hotter and warm and more of those tinglyness shooting updown his spine and good, like.. like this when Yamagawa tilted his head slightly and crushed their lips together moremoremore of the tinglyhotwarmthness and he wanted it..
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:32 am
Murmuring something intelligible, Kiba arched up against Yamagawa, needingwantinghadtohavemore of the warmthlightfirenotemptiness so he wouldn’t be darkcold and he could be warmbrightalive again. It felt good, sosososo veryvery good, and something was pounding past his ears and roaring through his body and he thought maybe it might be his blood but why would his blood be so happyfastheavybright? Even though his roaring blood didn’t hurt, took his mind of any sort of hurt completely, it still didn’t make sense. But he didn’t mind, didn’t care, didn’t really want to go into too much detail, because it felt good and it wasn’t a bad thing at all to feel so happybrightwarmalive and his head didn’t see why he needed to analyze anything, why he couldn’t just go with it because it felt good.
Clicking slightly, the well-polished black shoes tapped their way down the hallway, the stride obviously carrying the owner to a specific destination and no other No matter that he’d never been in this building before. He knew exactly where he was going, and he knew exactly who and where his ‘target’ was. Pausing briefly outside the office door --open, who keeps their door open in a place like this?-- he peered in, a wicked smile darting over thin lips. Then he leaned casually on the doorframe, studying the sight before him.
“Well, well, isn’t this just a cozy little picture.”
And with that blast-from-the-past, whatever good feelings Kiba felt died, imploding everything into nothing. With a startled gasp, Kiba pulled away from Yamagawa, body stiff, a flicker of fear --and something else-- darting across his eyes. No… Swallowing, he turned, his world crashing around his ears at exactly who stood in the doorway. Giving a small, terrified whimper, he turned again, burying his face in Yamagawa’s shoulder and clutching the other male for something, some anchor to keep him from collapsing again. Why was this happening? He had just been maybe feeling happy again…why now?
Giving a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes, Zanis took a step into the room, eyes darting to assess the room’s occupancy. “It’s been years, and that’s all the welcome I get? I’m hurt.” Actually, he was immensely pleased that Kiba still remembered him, let alone had such a strong reaction to his face. It just meant he had left a such a very strong impression on the boy, which was what he had been aiming for. His gaze trailed across the faerie, settling on the redhead being clutched so tightly. “Hm? Who are you?” Really, who would his brother trust enough to kiss and hold and touch like that? Zanis knew he had done such a good job of getting rid of feelings like those in Kiba. It was a wonder what had changed in all these years.
And he couldn’t wait to pokeprobedigrape to find out what he wanted. Oh, how very much fun this would be!
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:04 am
Yamagawa was liking this. As in, really reallyreallyreally liking. Even though.. Even though this wasn't at all new to the redhead, because it was just impossible for him not to know, impossible for anyone to not know if they'd been grown --'lived' was almost on the tip of Yamagawa's tongue, but it just wasn't right because you didn't live in here, couldn't live in here unless you changedmadebeenmade into a monsterabominationdirty and.. and it was swallowed right up into nothingsomethingness by Kiba along with his sanitymindbodysoulsparklyfeeling a-and he didn't mind because it wasn't living-- in [ | M e t a m o r p h o s i s | ] and it eventually seeped into your body and soul and everywhere the longer you stayed. And to Yamagawa, it had clung tighttightchokinggrabbing more than others.
And.. and Kiba-san was the only person who could make it go away, even for the tiniest briefest nanosecond of a time when they were touchingholdingkissingwanting like this, only person only someone Yamagawa needed, the one singlest only person that Yamagawa might feel like thiswhat they were doing was actually.. okay.. and.. and the only person that he.. the only person that made him feel. Kiba made him feel sparkles and feelings that he had never ever felt before for more than a few seconds, he made them stay, inside his gut and spreading warmth and light and driving away the deepdeepcolddarkemptiness and it was warm and...
And he had stopped.
"Well, well, isn't this just a cozy little picture."
The redhead looked up, green eyes darkhazyannoyedcooling rapidly off into the normalusual maskedness at the presence of someone else --someoneelsehereherehere-- in the office. Well, on the doorway of the office. And whoever it was --he could.. only see a blurred pale figure, clad in black-- whoever it was, the voice alone just sent shivers down his spine. And it wasn't good kind of shivers, no; those kind were.. were what Kiba made him feel, not him. It was.. it was like coldcold water, or sharp tang of icy whip, or.. or other sharpsharpcoldsharpthings and memory of the darknesscoldlaughingtearpain and.. and whoever it was, to Yamagawa, he was more than a little waryscarycreepy feeling trying to crawl itself down his throat. And he was scaring Kiba.
He was, indeed, genuinly.. scared? Yamagawa carefullycarefullycarefully wrapped an arm around the green-haired male's shouldersbackwarmth, all of a sudden acutely, very aware of how they must look. He could still feel the stickydropstrail of blood, mattingdrying in his hair and on his shirtgowneverywhere and.. and he left a trail of his own blood across the back of Kiba-san's back and smeared on the greenpretty hair, and.. and..
The redhead carefully tightened his grip on Kiba-san; somehow, somehow he felt like notlettinggoever. Ever. It was just.. just that all of a sudden Yamagawa was feeling sosososoveryshakyscared and even though none of it showed on his face he was and.. and he didn't want Kiba-san to go away and he wanted him to go away, that person on the doorway that gave him shiverygitterystrangecold feeling. His other hand --free hand, bloodytornskin showing clearly-- slowly reached out, fingers wrapping around the slender frame of his glasses --at least he knew the whereabouts-- and Yamagawa wordlessly slipped them on, inadvertently leaving a smallthinred trail of blood on the side of his cheek. Might as well face it with clear vision.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 1:14 pm
The voice…that voice…those cruelcruel words, that horrible undertone, that laughing smirk dripping from every word…why was he here? Why did he come back? Shaking, eyes shut tight, Kiba clapped his hands over his ears, not caring about the blood that streaked across his face and hair with the action. If he didn’t hear that voice, if he could just maybe somehow block it out then maybe…maybe it would… “goawaygoaawaydon’tcomebackstopitstopitstopitgoawaynevercomebackleavemealonegoawaystopstopstop--” Just make it stop, go away, why did he have to be here? Everything had been maybe getting happy, why was Zanis here? This…this was the one place Kiba thought he’d never see him again, why did he come back whywhywhywhywhy?!
Good, good, good. So Kiba really did remember him. A pleased, evil little smile slipped across his lips as he took another step into the room, hands resting on his hips. “I like this place,” he said blandly, swiping a finger through the air, as though testing for dust, though there was none. “Warm. It’s nice.” He gave a small, polite smile to the redhead, knowing it wouldn’t matter, knowing the other had already marked him as an enemy. Not that Zanis cared. He wasn’t here for a redhead. The only color he wanted was green, and he was going to get it. No matter what the redhead thought he could do to stop him. The only reason Zanis was here was for Kiba, and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he came here for. It was simple as that.
He turned in a slow circle, making small sounds of approval in his throat, nodding to himself as he confirmed something. A place marked everywhere by his brother’s touch, Kiba’s hand, his very scent lingering in the air. The blood, the strange scent of the foreigner, the fluttery scent of the faerie might have distracted some, but Zanis…Zanis was focused. He could more than easily pick out the singular scent of the emerald snake. It was the only he wanted, the only one he cared about, so any and every other scent was useless, pointless, unnecessary to everything else, a distraction easily pushed aside to get to the true objective.
Speaking of… Zanis turned, eyes glimmering with something, some unknown, slightly terrifying anticipation, his gaze falling on the red-streaked green-haired male, clutched so protectively in the redhead’s grip. “He looks so pretty all covered in blood,” he sang softly, tapping his way over to where the two sat on the floor, fluidly sliding around the spots of blood on the floor with the same boneless grace Kiba normally exhibited. “And when he cried his tears were red.” The raven-haired man paused, tilting his head to one side and scanning Kiba, almost like he was trying to see if that line was true as well. Then he shrugged, crouching down on his heels, well away from arms length --no use making himself a target for the redhead-- but close enough.
Zanis made a soft sound in his throat, enjoying the way Kiba flinched and tried to disappear into the redhead. “Who are you?” he question said redhead, a look of open curiosity shining on his face. Seriously, who would Kiba trust himself with? It was a question to be pondered. Because Zanis had been so very certain he had destroyed that trusting feeling in the emerald snake, so who in the world could have made Kiba trust again? Trust enough to let himself be held like that, like this redhead could protect him from the world and Kiba was going to let him try. Who was it?
Because Zanis wanted to destroy him now.
And it was so impolite to destroy someone without knowing their name.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:40 pm
He.. It... It was wrong. Something went wrong. Very wrong. The.. The atmosphere, the warmth, the very air changed at the.. the personthing's presence, seeping into and strokinglickingtouching against the barrierwallveilshellmask he had set up and.. and it wasn't a good feeling. Rather, it was more like.. like.. like them, like the colddark room, like the pain and the coldness and the stinging endless pitch-dark emptiness with the familiar --too familiar-- lick of the painburningfire-ness, and.. and.. Yamagawa didn't like it. It was too close, much much much too close to.. to the series of bad feelings right deep deep inside him and even though the voices liked it he didn't like it and Kiba-san didn't like it --his arm tightened around the green-haired male-- and if Kiba-san didn't like it... then it was worse.
The redhead's gaze --green eyes blankdarkblankblankmirroredshuttingout-- didn't leave the other's form as he stepped into the room, easily giving the sort of offish usual Yamagawa-smile in return, though the naggingnastytense feeling remained in the back of his head. Something... Something was wrong. Off. Stalesourbad. He was off. Every single inch of the other male was off, it almost made Yamagawa's skin crawl. Almost, because despite all the offness and the obvioustooobvious distress of Kiba in reaction to the other's presence, the.. the offness was.. otherself found it interesting.
It was just much too too too alike, the deephiddenburied voicesvoicefeelingscentmemory and.. and this otherpersonthing, and it was too unnerving because he couldn't let the other self come out now, because it was bad and Kiba-san was too close and Yamagawa wasn't quite sure what it'll do because.. because he never quite remembered what happened, and.. and it would be bad because it was usually bad..
His eyes flickered slightly, shades of green --darkforestjadesealightdarkemeraldlightdark-- flitting rapidly acrossinsideinside as Yamagawa silently watchedobserved the other male --it slightly annoyed him that he was asking for his name, when he didn't even know his name-- with the seemingly same bonelessness graceful sliding thing that he often saw on Kiba-san. Same, but different. Because Yamagawa liked how Kiba-san moved, not.. not how this person moved because it was just too reminiscent of.. of something bad, some kind of dark sense of forboding which Yamagawa didn't like and.. and his eyes. Same sort of slitted yellowgoldenyellow eyes like Kiba's, but different. Because Kiba-san never ever stared at someone like that with those kind of eyes, eyes like.. like liquid poisonoffness.
He.. He must be like Kiba, because.. because they were similar. Like.. like snakes, though Yamagawa didn't think that this darkpersonoffthing was the same kind as Kiba at all because he was just weirdcreepycrawlybad. And because of how Kiba reacted. It.. Yamagawa knew they knew each other, but not how or why or.. or anything, but he knew that Kiba didn't want to see him and hedidn't want to see him either and.. and he should just go.
"Who are you?" It was his polite-stranger voice with carefullycarefullyhiddenmasked sort of tinge of annoyancecarefulness, and Yamagawa met the other's gaze levelly. The voice was trying to talk to him again, hissingcrawlinglaughing softly but surely and seepingintoagainstaround into his mind and.. and it was getting really hard to shutblock it out but Yamagawa didn't like him and.. and.. and thisvoice was.. agreeing.. even though the voice's tensenesswarycautiouscarefulness was tinged heavily with some sort of perverse curiosity.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:49 pm
It was a little amusing, Zanis thought, how he hadn’t even done anything, and Kiba was a young little boy again, cowering against someone else for protection. Kiba had never been able to stand on his own, always needing to be holding on to someone else for support. He had thought the years might have made Kiba stronger, turning the cowering child into a man who could stand on his own, but apparently he had been so very wrong. Kiba was still just as weak and terrified and unable to support himself as he had been before.
Or…it could just be because it was Zanis. And Zanis highly doubted Kiba had let anyone do anything like that to him. So maybe it was just because of who was facing him.
Eh, whatever. Zanis gave the stranger a steady look, a little pleased at this redhead. It might be an act, it might not, but the other was strong, meeting his gaze head on. Not many would stare a snake in the eye. That this one would meant he was strong…or he was just as terrified as Kiba but not showing it, covering fear with false bravado. Hmm…that idea was interesting. Maybe he should try it out, see which it was. It could be fun, seeing how far he could go before he broke the redhead. Oh, sure, he’d never actually broken someone who might be missed --he was a doctor, so he must have some sort of job here-- but there were surely ways to cover up the disappearance of doctors. He’d have to look in to that later.
“I…” A dark grin slipped over Zanis’s face as his eyes roamed across the back of Kiba’s head, before flickering back to the green pair meeting his. “I am the owner of that which you have stolen.” He held out a hand --still far from arm’s reach-- like he was waiting to be handed something back. “So I’d appreciate him back, if you would.” Not that he expected to have Kiba just handed over to him. That would just ruin all the fun. Besides, whatever this man was to the other snake, he was 'something special' --an idea that made some simmering rage boil in his gut. Kiba didn’t have ‘something special’s, Zanis didn't allow it-- and ‘something special’s don’t just hand over precious people. Though why anyone would even dare choose Kiba as a precious person was beyond Zanis’s understanding.
Of course, it was probably all just a big misunderstanding. Or maybe Kiba hadn’t explained the fact that someone had already claimed him. Even so, Zanis was going to have to punish Kiba for slutting around with other people. And he should probably take care off the redhead so it wouldn’t happen again. He couldn’t very well have Kiba running of to some stanger every time it got a little hard to stand alone, could he? So…he’d get rid of the redhead, take Kiba back, and maybe claim the faerie, too, just for something to torture when he got bored. And everything would be just dandy. And he would get Kiba back. The hard way, or the easy way, he would.
Why? Why wasn’t it working? He was holding his ears so tightly, blocking out everything, and Zanis’s voice still burrowed its way into his mind, slipping through the cracks in his fingers and driving into his brain like knives. This shouldn’t have been happening, why was this happening? It couldn’t happen again, not again, so he…he needed to go farfarfaraway, so far that Zanis couldn’twouldn’tneverbeableto find him, not ever ever ever again. He…he had to get away, had to keep Yamagawa away from Zanis, had to…if…there was…
He needed to go to Zanis. If Zanis had Kiba, then Zanis wouldn’t hurt Yamagawa. And…and if Yamagawa wasn’t hurt, if Zanis didn’t touch Yamagawa, then…then Kiba would be…not okay, but he’d survive somehow. Maybe. He just…Yamagawa couldn’t get hurt, not by Zanis. Yamagawa would never be Yamagawa if Zanis got hold of him…
Eyes whirling slightly hysterically, Kiba glanced up at the redhead, hands dropping against Yamagawa chest and pushing against the other. “Let me go,” he whispered pleadingly, even though he wanted to stay, wanted to never step out of Yamagawa’s embrace again. But Zanis would hurt Yamagawa if Kiba didn’t go to him, and the last thing Kiba ever ever ever wanted, ever, was to have Yamagawa be hurt, not by Zanis. Kiba was sososososovery terrified of anything and everything Zanis would do to him…but he was that much more scared of what Zanis would do to Yamagawa. Being tortured himself was better than having someone he cared about being tortured, even if it wasn’t all that much better.
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