Eclair is Bitten [Active/Closed]
Characters: Kyouya, Eclair, and Tamaki(?)
Content: Kyouya and Eclair have a bit of a tiff and take off. Eclair is bitten by a crab, Kyouya finds her and brings her back to the apartment.
Location: Tamaki,Eclair,and Kyouya's apartment.
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Warnings: Lots of Greek God references, Mild French, oh my!
It hadn't been a fight, they were far too refined to have any sort of reaction to eachother. All that boiled between them was blood, thick, hot, steaming blood. Words cut deep, but the wound would pulse in time with heartbeat, would last longer, slice deeper with those comments that happened to be less blunt. Less malicious. Less cruel and more sinister. Kyouya had begun to call their relationship a disease.
Folie à deux.
That was what they were together. Each of them a half to the underlying madness. Each of them tied to the madness of a single person. In the end they shared something, they shared the madness of eachother and while it may not have been something others could see, the two of them could see what sort of beast hid behind the mask of refinement and good breeding. They were sick people in a sense.
The rain outside had pounded against the window to Kyouya's right. Eclair's left. It pounded so loud that his head rung out with every rain drop that splattered against glass, gravity bringing it to it's demise. Slam. Slam. The rain was being slaughtered. Her eyes bore into him like drills with diamond tips and it stung. Something in him could relate to the rain drops. Drilling. Drilling. The will in him was being slaughtered. The rain was lucky, it had been quick. Kyouya felt like snow on a day that was not cold enough to cool the ground he would soon fall upon. He was a flake suspended in the 32 degree air, suspended in air, floating down, picking up, down, on the ground that was a degree shy of freezing point and he'd begun to melt.
There was something said.
Both of them said it.
Both of them starring.
Awe.Anger.Disbelief.MoreAnger.
Kyouya loved the burn of anger in his veins.
She'd said it. He'd said it.
The two of them stood there, but the diamond on the tip of her drill faltered off, coming to a stop after it had lost it's bite in the Ootori's flesh. Drilling, slowing, stopping. Rain was a beautiful thing. The splatter against the window had not pounded, it had not brought about her sympathy. Eclair enjoyed the scatter of rain after it collided with the solid window. That tiny destruction was alluring in a way. The splatters would drip, they would slid, join one another in the fate they shared and accept that they were no longer crystalline drops, but water. Ugly, destroyed, dripping spots of water sliding down the glass made beautiful by their tiny sacrifice.
The rain had not pounded in her head.
Thunder rolled and lighting shot a white light across their faces as lips slipped. As they sunk ships. They crashed into the self control the two of them had such a trained hold on. It was gone as the light faded leaving Kyouya's face pale as his eyes widened. She felt her own eyes widened as they stood in the center of the living room, in front of the couch Kyouya often made Tamaki sleep on. The kitchen was dark, the doorway was dark, and then the rumble came.
The thunder pounded in her head.
It was the fall of their walls, crashing to the ground with the magnitude similar to that of when Rome fell.
All roads led to Rome. It was something Kyouya felt was just a horrible way to defend a city, but they had built their defenses so similar. All roads led to this destruction between them.
They were destroying eachother and it felt so fantastic to them. Eclair loved watching his grayed eyes widen ever so slightly, Kyouya loved to see her shoulders curl out of their perfect stature.
Rome was falling and it rained.
The walls thundered as they hit the ground.
The lighting made sure there was enough light for them to bare witness.
Eclair was the first to move. Kyouya was second.
Both of them, together took a road. All roads led away from Rome.
Their chariots had been abandoned. The gold of their helmets flashed in streaking light. Their white horses were wounded and their blood splattered against the ground. It pounded in Kyouya's head. Eclair hadn't felt it, but the blood had been beautiful air borne.
They stumbled down the stairs. Out the door.
The pounding in Kyouya's head intensified now. Now it wasn't a pound, it had been this throbbing, splitting his head like an earthquake that had begun to take down a city. It was cold, the rain was freezing as it fell, but the heat prickled through his skin and it just burned. It boiled the water away, Kyouya could swear he was dry.
He went left.
There was nothing there. Another white streak against black lit the rain like crystals in a window, like the chandelier back at her summer home in Province. She was bored with the rain. Destroying their Romes was now of no interest.
She went right.
The rain was pounding now and her shoulders were beaten raw by the chill they held.
Eclair felt something spike hot up her spine and she jerked around quickly. Blue, the lightest blue, scanned the darkness around her. The contrast of dark grey and darker grey the only way to verify street, from reaching, stretching buildings. Lighting illuminated it to hot whites and vibrant silvers. Nothing.
Nothing, but that spike of heat.
"Ootori-kun?"
There was something in her that hoped it was him,and something that wished he'd fallen with the gold and stone of their cities. How could he-
Kyouya jerked to stop as he stood before a stretching tree. It looked destroyed like everything had that morning. The rain had hit his face, but no longer burned away from the heat in his blood.
"Miss Eclair?"
There was something in him that hoped it was her. He'd very much like point out that the next time she builds a city all roads should not lead to the heart of it. Something in him hoped it wasn't her because she could travel the roads to his city, it's walls fallen, the rain spiting out any flames that may have remained burning within the gold basin of torches.
Rome was destroyed. Pitiful.
Kyouya had not been there, just a low clicking, the skitter she'd heard in the old electronics store and her heart had stopped beating. She'd meant to run, but her legs had ceased working leaving her knees stiff, leaving her solid, leaving her statuesque like David only her contropatso form had turned into something geometrical, straight, frozen.
Terrified. It was hideous, whatever it was, as it stood before her.
Run.Run.runrunrunrunrunrun
It moved quickly, almost playful for a moment before it leapt, quickly like Hermes beckoning her soul to the underworld.
There was a pain in her side, hot and white like the lighting streaking through the sky.
Something was wrong and every one of his hairs standing on end screamed it. Screaming and screaming, louder than the rain, louder than the wind streaking past his ears. Kyouya ran until his legs burned and pushed them further. Right. Right and further right. Burning, pounding, screaming.
Screaming. It was Eclair.
Maybe not Hermes, more Thanatos. He was upon her as another sharp bite sent chills through her, sent another tearing scream of pain through her chest as she tried to push whatever had taken hold of her flesh away with trembling hands.
Kyouya cut through the rain, swift as is Aeolus had made a home of his limbs and his will.
Rushing and there she was, crumbled, and on the floor as something seemed to tear at her. Without thinking he rushed forward nearly tackling whatever had been biting away at her flesh beneath the rain off of her curled form. It screamed and for a reason he would never understand Kyouya had screamed as well.
There was nothing on hand. Nothing.
A low, moan echoed in his head as Eclair curled up into herself behind him. This thing, this horrible, deformed creature squirmed beneath him, scratching, and snapping, but finding no purchase. It was slick with rain and slid from beneath Kyouya's arms, scuttled away, streaked back with it's mouth wide open and the only thing that Kyouya could think to do was swing. A fist collided with what felt like stone, his leg kicking out in response to the pain and that was when the sounds stopped.
No rain fell in his mind. Eclair hadn't been sobbing. There was no click, no sound of impact. His foot went clean through the things mouth, pushing down, down into it's throat and just before it could have snapped it's jaw shut, it shuddered to a stop.
Frantically Kyouya pulled his leg out, he'd been screaming, but he couldn't hear it.
Everything was in tact so he'd scrambled to Eclair, his dark bangs a shield over his eyes as the rain plastered his hair to his head. Rock cut into his palms, knees, fingers. Kyouya made it to her side.
"Eclair, Eclair! ECLAIR JESUS CHRIST! ANSWER ME!"
For the first few times her name was called she just cried. She opened her eyes and the lightning streaking behind Kyouya set a glow around his perimeter, a small, shaking white hand grabbed onto his sleeve as he yelled.
"Kyouya! Kyouya it bit me. It bit me!" His name this time had not fallen awkwardly from her tongue.
"I can see that!" He bit out.
"I've never been in this much pain...Tamaki-kun said-"
"Shut up. You'll be fine." Kyouya got up from his knees, scooping her trembling frame into his arms.
He'd never carried someone like this and he'd expected it to be difficult, but Eclair was light. She was light and the adrenaline in him was rushing through him so intensely he could have lifted a small car at that point.
Kyouya ran home.
Eclair held onto his shirt and sobbed.
-
"TAMAKI! TAMAKI!" Kyouya had collapsed at the bottom of the apartment stairs, his body couldn't lift himself it he wanted it to- let alone bring Eclair up the stairs. "TAMAKI I NEED YOUR HELP!"
He screamed up the staircase praying that Asclepius could be born from Dionysus.