Fic requests
Bwahahahaha only took me 2.5 days to get these completed even though I wrote them both last night in under 2 hours
So yes o/ Kia and Pan, here are your request drabbles or whatever *_*b
For Kia♥
"You know, when it comes down to it...people are pretty selfish. We always want what we can't have, we strive to grasp at whatever we can; and when we finally receive what we desire all we really want is more. Yes, there are those that are selfless but even they have their moments. I mean, think of the whole manner in which we interact with one another. You don't choose to spend time with people you hate, do you? No. You wouldn't get anything from dealing with them. But your friends? You enjoy hanging out with them. Of course you do-after all, you feel good when you're around them, they give you positive attention and company... Why wouldn't one take pleasure in the company of a kindred spirit?
"We unconsciously choose to spend our time with people whose company we find benefits us. When it comes down to it, even our actions are motivated by selfishness. Why would you bother showing kindness to someone unless you expected to receive it in return? Oh, sure, there are those whom history has shown to be particularly selfless but really-even they take some form of pleasure in the kindness they spread to others. It's just how things work. We act in certain ways so that we can achieve favorable responses. I mean, would it make much sense to alienate someone if you want a favor from them??"
Zelman paused to take a long drag of his cigarette-much longer than any human would have been able to stand-his eyes closed as if he wished to sigh. He delighted in the familiar burning sensation the nicotine-filled smoke brought to his lungs and throat, holding it in for several moment before he allowed it to slowly escape past his lips in a slow breath, the smoke wafting lazily around his head with the lack of wind in the late hours of the night. Ruby eyes remained closed even as a hand moved to grip the coconut at his side--one of many, now empty--and he lifted it slowly to his mouth as if to drink, before he recalled that it was best to remove cigarettes from one's mouth before trying to ingest liquid.
His feat accomplished, he opened his mouth to speak again. "I've been in this world a long...long time. A really long time, you know? Way longer than you have, anyway. I think--I mean, I have no idea how long you've been here; time doesn't really work on this island so, you know...you could have been here a lot longer than how old I am. Anyway. The point is...when you're my age, it starts to seem like you're just stuck, watching the same...soap opera, I guess, over and over again. I've seen plenty of stuff go on in this world--well, not THIS world. Who knows wherever the hell...this...PLACE is--and it's just... You get tired of it. People just keep repeating the same things over and over again. It's getting really boring."
Zelman took another pause, this time to finish off his coconut before continuing. "Sometimes...you know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I stayed human? Not that it was my choice to become Black Blood or anything. Asura didn't really give me much of a choice, the bastard... He was a prick, and I mean a real prick... Very annoying. I don't like him much, but I guess he was sort of...well...in his own sort of way. So. ...What was I talking abou--oh yeah. Sometimes I kind of wish I could be human, but then I'd never have met so many stupid people. Most of them were humans. Humans tend to be stupid, just in case you didn't know. It's like...ingrained in their minds or whatever," he made a gesture as if to reassure his point, but really it didn't look as if to serve any particular purpose.
"What I REALLY miss most about being human though, and, you don't go spreading this around because it's really annoying and if people or...whatever--that elf boy that could be my granddad. If they found out it'd be troublesome and I hate that kind of stuff. What I really miss about being human is getting to 'live in the moment'. I mean...I'm going to live forever. That...that really sucks. I got to watch a bunch of friends die from the plague and everything back in the 900s. That was tough. Then my family too. Well, what was left of them anyway, because I sort of forgot about them with the whole bloodsucking thing. Oh--oh, I also got to watch my fiancee die too. That was really sad, but I didn't feel sad at the time. She got lucky. She got to die and go to...God, Buddha, whoever. I kind of believe in the Gaea theory--but don't tell Haine, he'll probably just call me a hippy or something." A snort escaped the Old Blood before he could help himself, and he took another large gulp from the coconut shell.
"Haine...Haine, Haine, Haine. He's such a pain to deal with sometimes. He shoots me almost every time I see that dumb brat. He's not even old enough to lick my shoes, the stupid...mmmutt. I think he might have been dropped on his head as a child. Or maybe he was run over by a bus... You can never tell with that guy, he's indestructible. One day I want to see if I can turn him to ashes before he regenerates... Hahaha, that'd be fun to see. Of course, he'd come back in a week or something and shove a silver cross down my throat so that would suck. I suppose I kind of deserve it though, since I messed with his head and all that. I should apologize for that, maybe. He'd probably just shoot me some more but then again it's not like it even tickles. I can grow a whole ARM back if I need to... I wonder how anyone put ups with him. Actually, I wonder how anyone puts up with me, to tell you the truth. I mean--come on. I drink blood for a living. That's gotta warrant some level of hatred from these guys, don't you think?" he chuckled lightly, giving a faint shrug of his shoulders as he finished the last of his drink.
"Aaaah...I'm thinking too much. I hate when I do that...I always get so depressed. My afterlife sucks. Maybe if I stay depressed to long I'll start to look like Haine does. .........I hope my eyebrows don't vanish too." He made a face and frowned, a hand coming up to absently pluck at an eyebrow with index and thumb. "I like having eyebrows...makes it easier for people to see when you're annoyed. I don't know how he manages to look so disgruntled with none of these... It's freaking weird. What do you think?"
Zelman stopped and turned to focus all his attention on the small duckling before him, a skeptical sort of thoughtful frown on his features as he studied the tiny thing. It only peeped at him.
"Well some help YOU are," he muttered. "This is the last time I ever drink with a stupid duckling... You're not even old enough to get wasted. It takes all the fun out of getting plastered when you don't have any legal company."
Arnold, however, said nothing and only peeped again.
For Pan♥
"It's a collar."
"Mmhmm."
"You got me a collar."
"Well, you just seemed *so* attached to the one with your dog tags on it I decided to get you a spare one. In case you lost the other for some strange reason~"
There was a faint twitch of Haine's left eye and immediately Zelman knew what was coming even before a punch came sailing at his head, accompanied not a moment later by a very vexed-sounding "You bastard!" It wasn't the first time a scenario similar to this had occurred, so it was more habit than conscious decision to lean his head to the side and effortlessly avoid the blow which would have otherwise caught him square in the jaw.
"You're welcome," the red-haired vampire replied with an amused expression, lips quirking in his ever-present smirk even as Haine's own features contorted with anger and what he could only assume was embarrassment from the red that hinted at his cheeks. "I got to a matching leash, too. In case you want to go out on walks--" Zelman cut off in favor of a laugh when the comment managed to illicit a growl from the albino and he was forced to dodge another impulsive punch.
"Go to hell!" Haine snapped; Zelman took note of the darker shade that had begun to surface on the younger's face and allowed himself a lazy grin even as the collar was thrown back in his face.
"That's not very festive, cursing me to eternal damnation. It's Christmas Haine~"
"And I don't celebrate Christmas, much less with you. Get the fuck out of here."
"Or what? You'll wave your fists around some more for dramatic effect?"
"...Tch. I don't have time for this--get out."
Choosing not to comment on the adorability with which Haine appeared to him at that moment, Zelman opted to instead chuckle and fiddle with the red collar he'd picked out for the disgruntled mutt. "Mm...no thanks. I'd rather spend Christmas Eve with you~"
"You mean you'd rather spend it bothering me," Haine corrected tersely.
"I prefer the term 'adorning with good company'."
"You're the last person I'd consider good company. Don't you have unsuspecting idiot to go feed off of or something?"
"If you'll notice, I did come to see you," Zelman pointed out with a light tone. His grin only widened when he caught the sudden tension that stilled Haine's muscles and caused his annoyed frown to turn to a glare of hatred.
"Don't even think about it--I'm not a fucking buffet!"
"Oh, I'm only teasing Haine~ Really, I just didn't have anything better to do."
"Then go find something to do," the white-haired male growled.
"What, and leave you to your own devices on Christmas~? That just wouldn't be very Christian of me."
Haine snorted. "Don't give me that--you're not even religious."
"You don't know that. I'm all about Jesus."
"..."
Zelman sighed at the other's silence and tossed the collar on Haine's bed as he moved to light up a cigarette. "You just don't have any sense of humor whatsoever, do you?"
"If you don't like it, you can always just LEAVE," Haine retorted, eyes narrowing at the accessory as if it had offended him in some manner. It probably had, now that Zelman paused to think about it. Oh well.
"What would be the fun in that~?" he asked airily. "I didn't come all this way to see you just to be shooed out."
"No, you came here to piss me off."
"That's not entirely true," the redheaded vampire replied easily enough. When Haine only fixed him with a look of skepticism he continued. "Your neck ring."
"...?!"
Zelman chose to ignore the guarded and disgruntled look he was being faced with and sighed lightly. "It hurts because of the cold, right? I came to warm it up for you."
"......"
"I'm going to take your silence as a go-ahead unless you say otherwise, you know," the elder pointed out as he exhaled slowly and studied the obvious uneasy man before him. It looked like he wanted to either punch him or shoot him for a long moment before the desire to have the chilling pain that assaulted him relieved won over and some of the tension drained from his body. Moving slowly and with visible hesitation, Haine careful reached up with both hands to loosen the scarf that had replaced his usual bandages. His movements were ginger and guarded, but they moved with a familiarity that came from repetition and he soon tugged at them with an index finger until the loosened cloth gathered around his collarbone.
"Just get it over with," he muttered in a much less hostile tone than he'd spoken with earlier. It was still defiant and carried some annoyance to it, but the manner in which Haine looked to the side almost made it appear like he was a child begrudgingly accepting his medicine. Cute.
"As you wish~" Zelman replied easily enough. Right hand leaving the smoking roll of paper and tobacco held securely between his lips, Zelman lightly rubbed his thumb against his index and ring fingers to let warmth gather between them before slowly extending his arm enough that deft fingertips could give the barest of brushes, light but lingering, against the icy metal that had been fused to flesh. It was an uncharacteristically gentle gesture for the Red-Eyed Murderer to make considering how he normally treated the albino, but he doubted Haine took much notice of it; even before he moved Zelman anticipated the exact moment the younger would twitch and moved accordingly to press the two fingers firmly on the warming metal.
It caused another heavy flinch to wrack Haine's body, but Zelman let his fingers linger for a moment longer and allowed them to smooth over the weathered surface with cautious intrigue, feeling ever dent and scratch that had been ingrained permanently on the once-smooth metal. He supposed the action could be somewhat akin to a caress, but Haine certainly didn't see it that way and jerked back quickly with a displeased sound, his hand over the offending material as if he'd been pinched.
"What the hell--" he began, sentence dying when no other words would come to him.
The vampire only shrugged and allowed a suave sort of expression to grace his features. "Merry Christmas, Haine~"
So yes o/ Kia and Pan, here are your request drabbles or whatever *_*b
For Kia♥
"You know, when it comes down to it...people are pretty selfish. We always want what we can't have, we strive to grasp at whatever we can; and when we finally receive what we desire all we really want is more. Yes, there are those that are selfless but even they have their moments. I mean, think of the whole manner in which we interact with one another. You don't choose to spend time with people you hate, do you? No. You wouldn't get anything from dealing with them. But your friends? You enjoy hanging out with them. Of course you do-after all, you feel good when you're around them, they give you positive attention and company... Why wouldn't one take pleasure in the company of a kindred spirit?
"We unconsciously choose to spend our time with people whose company we find benefits us. When it comes down to it, even our actions are motivated by selfishness. Why would you bother showing kindness to someone unless you expected to receive it in return? Oh, sure, there are those whom history has shown to be particularly selfless but really-even they take some form of pleasure in the kindness they spread to others. It's just how things work. We act in certain ways so that we can achieve favorable responses. I mean, would it make much sense to alienate someone if you want a favor from them??"
Zelman paused to take a long drag of his cigarette-much longer than any human would have been able to stand-his eyes closed as if he wished to sigh. He delighted in the familiar burning sensation the nicotine-filled smoke brought to his lungs and throat, holding it in for several moment before he allowed it to slowly escape past his lips in a slow breath, the smoke wafting lazily around his head with the lack of wind in the late hours of the night. Ruby eyes remained closed even as a hand moved to grip the coconut at his side--one of many, now empty--and he lifted it slowly to his mouth as if to drink, before he recalled that it was best to remove cigarettes from one's mouth before trying to ingest liquid.
His feat accomplished, he opened his mouth to speak again. "I've been in this world a long...long time. A really long time, you know? Way longer than you have, anyway. I think--I mean, I have no idea how long you've been here; time doesn't really work on this island so, you know...you could have been here a lot longer than how old I am. Anyway. The point is...when you're my age, it starts to seem like you're just stuck, watching the same...soap opera, I guess, over and over again. I've seen plenty of stuff go on in this world--well, not THIS world. Who knows wherever the hell...this...PLACE is--and it's just... You get tired of it. People just keep repeating the same things over and over again. It's getting really boring."
Zelman took another pause, this time to finish off his coconut before continuing. "Sometimes...you know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I stayed human? Not that it was my choice to become Black Blood or anything. Asura didn't really give me much of a choice, the bastard... He was a prick, and I mean a real prick... Very annoying. I don't like him much, but I guess he was sort of...well...in his own sort of way. So. ...What was I talking abou--oh yeah. Sometimes I kind of wish I could be human, but then I'd never have met so many stupid people. Most of them were humans. Humans tend to be stupid, just in case you didn't know. It's like...ingrained in their minds or whatever," he made a gesture as if to reassure his point, but really it didn't look as if to serve any particular purpose.
"What I REALLY miss most about being human though, and, you don't go spreading this around because it's really annoying and if people or...whatever--that elf boy that could be my granddad. If they found out it'd be troublesome and I hate that kind of stuff. What I really miss about being human is getting to 'live in the moment'. I mean...I'm going to live forever. That...that really sucks. I got to watch a bunch of friends die from the plague and everything back in the 900s. That was tough. Then my family too. Well, what was left of them anyway, because I sort of forgot about them with the whole bloodsucking thing. Oh--oh, I also got to watch my fiancee die too. That was really sad, but I didn't feel sad at the time. She got lucky. She got to die and go to...God, Buddha, whoever. I kind of believe in the Gaea theory--but don't tell Haine, he'll probably just call me a hippy or something." A snort escaped the Old Blood before he could help himself, and he took another large gulp from the coconut shell.
"Haine...Haine, Haine, Haine. He's such a pain to deal with sometimes. He shoots me almost every time I see that dumb brat. He's not even old enough to lick my shoes, the stupid...mmmutt. I think he might have been dropped on his head as a child. Or maybe he was run over by a bus... You can never tell with that guy, he's indestructible. One day I want to see if I can turn him to ashes before he regenerates... Hahaha, that'd be fun to see. Of course, he'd come back in a week or something and shove a silver cross down my throat so that would suck. I suppose I kind of deserve it though, since I messed with his head and all that. I should apologize for that, maybe. He'd probably just shoot me some more but then again it's not like it even tickles. I can grow a whole ARM back if I need to... I wonder how anyone put ups with him. Actually, I wonder how anyone puts up with me, to tell you the truth. I mean--come on. I drink blood for a living. That's gotta warrant some level of hatred from these guys, don't you think?" he chuckled lightly, giving a faint shrug of his shoulders as he finished the last of his drink.
"Aaaah...I'm thinking too much. I hate when I do that...I always get so depressed. My afterlife sucks. Maybe if I stay depressed to long I'll start to look like Haine does. .........I hope my eyebrows don't vanish too." He made a face and frowned, a hand coming up to absently pluck at an eyebrow with index and thumb. "I like having eyebrows...makes it easier for people to see when you're annoyed. I don't know how he manages to look so disgruntled with none of these... It's freaking weird. What do you think?"
Zelman stopped and turned to focus all his attention on the small duckling before him, a skeptical sort of thoughtful frown on his features as he studied the tiny thing. It only peeped at him.
"Well some help YOU are," he muttered. "This is the last time I ever drink with a stupid duckling... You're not even old enough to get wasted. It takes all the fun out of getting plastered when you don't have any legal company."
Arnold, however, said nothing and only peeped again.
For Pan♥
"It's a collar."
"Mmhmm."
"You got me a collar."
"Well, you just seemed *so* attached to the one with your dog tags on it I decided to get you a spare one. In case you lost the other for some strange reason~"
There was a faint twitch of Haine's left eye and immediately Zelman knew what was coming even before a punch came sailing at his head, accompanied not a moment later by a very vexed-sounding "You bastard!" It wasn't the first time a scenario similar to this had occurred, so it was more habit than conscious decision to lean his head to the side and effortlessly avoid the blow which would have otherwise caught him square in the jaw.
"You're welcome," the red-haired vampire replied with an amused expression, lips quirking in his ever-present smirk even as Haine's own features contorted with anger and what he could only assume was embarrassment from the red that hinted at his cheeks. "I got to a matching leash, too. In case you want to go out on walks--" Zelman cut off in favor of a laugh when the comment managed to illicit a growl from the albino and he was forced to dodge another impulsive punch.
"Go to hell!" Haine snapped; Zelman took note of the darker shade that had begun to surface on the younger's face and allowed himself a lazy grin even as the collar was thrown back in his face.
"That's not very festive, cursing me to eternal damnation. It's Christmas Haine~"
"And I don't celebrate Christmas, much less with you. Get the fuck out of here."
"Or what? You'll wave your fists around some more for dramatic effect?"
"...Tch. I don't have time for this--get out."
Choosing not to comment on the adorability with which Haine appeared to him at that moment, Zelman opted to instead chuckle and fiddle with the red collar he'd picked out for the disgruntled mutt. "Mm...no thanks. I'd rather spend Christmas Eve with you~"
"You mean you'd rather spend it bothering me," Haine corrected tersely.
"I prefer the term 'adorning with good company'."
"You're the last person I'd consider good company. Don't you have unsuspecting idiot to go feed off of or something?"
"If you'll notice, I did come to see you," Zelman pointed out with a light tone. His grin only widened when he caught the sudden tension that stilled Haine's muscles and caused his annoyed frown to turn to a glare of hatred.
"Don't even think about it--I'm not a fucking buffet!"
"Oh, I'm only teasing Haine~ Really, I just didn't have anything better to do."
"Then go find something to do," the white-haired male growled.
"What, and leave you to your own devices on Christmas~? That just wouldn't be very Christian of me."
Haine snorted. "Don't give me that--you're not even religious."
"You don't know that. I'm all about Jesus."
"..."
Zelman sighed at the other's silence and tossed the collar on Haine's bed as he moved to light up a cigarette. "You just don't have any sense of humor whatsoever, do you?"
"If you don't like it, you can always just LEAVE," Haine retorted, eyes narrowing at the accessory as if it had offended him in some manner. It probably had, now that Zelman paused to think about it. Oh well.
"What would be the fun in that~?" he asked airily. "I didn't come all this way to see you just to be shooed out."
"No, you came here to piss me off."
"That's not entirely true," the redheaded vampire replied easily enough. When Haine only fixed him with a look of skepticism he continued. "Your neck ring."
"...?!"
Zelman chose to ignore the guarded and disgruntled look he was being faced with and sighed lightly. "It hurts because of the cold, right? I came to warm it up for you."
"......"
"I'm going to take your silence as a go-ahead unless you say otherwise, you know," the elder pointed out as he exhaled slowly and studied the obvious uneasy man before him. It looked like he wanted to either punch him or shoot him for a long moment before the desire to have the chilling pain that assaulted him relieved won over and some of the tension drained from his body. Moving slowly and with visible hesitation, Haine careful reached up with both hands to loosen the scarf that had replaced his usual bandages. His movements were ginger and guarded, but they moved with a familiarity that came from repetition and he soon tugged at them with an index finger until the loosened cloth gathered around his collarbone.
"Just get it over with," he muttered in a much less hostile tone than he'd spoken with earlier. It was still defiant and carried some annoyance to it, but the manner in which Haine looked to the side almost made it appear like he was a child begrudgingly accepting his medicine. Cute.
"As you wish~" Zelman replied easily enough. Right hand leaving the smoking roll of paper and tobacco held securely between his lips, Zelman lightly rubbed his thumb against his index and ring fingers to let warmth gather between them before slowly extending his arm enough that deft fingertips could give the barest of brushes, light but lingering, against the icy metal that had been fused to flesh. It was an uncharacteristically gentle gesture for the Red-Eyed Murderer to make considering how he normally treated the albino, but he doubted Haine took much notice of it; even before he moved Zelman anticipated the exact moment the younger would twitch and moved accordingly to press the two fingers firmly on the warming metal.
It caused another heavy flinch to wrack Haine's body, but Zelman let his fingers linger for a moment longer and allowed them to smooth over the weathered surface with cautious intrigue, feeling ever dent and scratch that had been ingrained permanently on the once-smooth metal. He supposed the action could be somewhat akin to a caress, but Haine certainly didn't see it that way and jerked back quickly with a displeased sound, his hand over the offending material as if he'd been pinched.
"What the hell--" he began, sentence dying when no other words would come to him.
The vampire only shrugged and allowed a suave sort of expression to grace his features. "Merry Christmas, Haine~"