CoV fiction!! :D
No Apologies
by Kami-chan
Pairing: None, implied Masume/Amythyst
Rating: R (not for the faint of heart or stomach)
Warnings: This is perhaps the most morbid, violent thing I've ever writen. Read it only knowing that there will be blood and gore and vomit. :/
Disclaimer: My characters, along with one of Jermaine's, so don't use them without my permission please.
***
Masume’s face was set like stone as he ascended the ramp to the 2nd floor bar. The inter-dimensional nightclub known as Pocket D hid many nooks and crannies, humble and secluded spots to mask private discussions and the occasional romantic interlude.
Not too long ago, he would gladly have participated in any such interlude, in the arms of a small Japanese girl with shaggy plum-colored hair and glassy violet eyes. It had been too long, however, since anyone had heard from her, and he was beginning to think any hope he’d grasped onto was slipping away. He occupied himself with his training, with his friends, with the multitude of women in his Dojo that threw themselves upon him. They were good distractions if nothing else, and he liked to think that there was little-to-no recovery process to speak of in the disappearance of that girl; that rude, mouthy, pushy, wild spirit he’d known as Amythyst Crush.
Why then did his curiosity grip him when he received that mysterious message on his phone? ‘Meet me on the red side. -Jade.’ Jade. Murderous, malicious Jade Bane. A name that he had not heard in countless months, and one he’d almost forgotten. A name that Amythyst warned was synonymous with danger and depravity. Jade and Amythyst were family once, twin sisters with too little in common. Their father was a brilliant scientist striving to achieve perfection in battle through genetic modification in his daughters. One failed experiment and one shining triumph later, Jade spent her entire childhood huddled beneath the shade of her sister’s glory. It was enough to make anyone bitter, but when she was arrested in Amythyst’s disappearance, the details got a little hazy.
Jade was not difficult to spot. Her skin was moon-pale, and the meager strips of cloth and metal that she called a costume did nothing to conceal her slight body. The pointed tips of her ears poked out through long hair of deepest green, and across the bottom portion of her face was a tight, black surgeon’s mask that Masume had never bothered to question much. But those eyes… He thought he remembered them, staring pleadingly from beneath him as they moved as one being. These eyes, however, were not Amythyst’s. They were sharp, cutting, tactical, and cruel. Despite all his machismo and power, when those eyes found him an unpleasant chill ran down his spine.
“Mister Masume,” Jade spoke at last, her face angling up into a taunting grin. “I am ever-so-delighted that you could make it. Please, sit.”
Jade indicated the booth across from her with delicate fingers, upon which rested unnaturally long nails. It was grotesque, to obscure their inherent beauty with sharp, frightening protrusions. Masume nodded sternly and slipped into his seat, only barely taking note of a single item on the table between them: a small brown leather sack, tied shut with a drawstring.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Masume. You’re an intelligent man, or so it’s said. Tell me what my sister knows of her past. Please, I’m dying to know what the little mousey has picked out all by herself.”
“She woke up in Perez Park, on a bench,” responded Masume in a voice brilliantly lacking in emotion of any kind. “She had only that cat with her. After investigation, she found that her true name was Chiyo Masamoto, and that her father was an esteemed scientist working in the field of biomechanical engineering. She could find little on his research alone, only that he had discovered something great, and you had not been able to partake. You were arrested in suspicion of her disappearance, and that is all she was able to find.”
“Well,” said Jade, “I’m almost impressed; more-so with myself than with her. All these years, I never thought I’d done my job so well that she couldn’t remember anything.”
Jade chuckled, and Masume found himself fighting back a sudden, uncontrollable urge to throttle her delicate neck. Yet when his eyes fell upon it, he found himself thinking again on Amythyst’s soft skin, the curve of her shoulder and the soft wave of her collarbone. Had they been identical twins? It was suddenly becoming quite difficult to be so close to this woman.
“Do you know why she woke up in Perez Park, Masume?” Jade asked with a grin.
“I imagine you had some hand in that.”
“Quite so!” Jade responded happily. “Oh, the stupid cunt didn’t even see it coming! Our father gifted her with a great many things, strength and beauty no doubt. But she lacks any kind of tactical brain to speak o-“
“Excuse me,” Masume interrupted her angrily, “If you are going to talk to me, at least have the decency to remove your mask!”
Jade stared in stunned silence for a moment at the man who dared interrupt her. After a few long moments she chuckled, shaking her head as she reached behind one ear to unhook the string and pull her mask away. For one horrifying second, Masume’s eyes widened. Rotting tissue hung from her jaw in limp strips, doing little to mask the bloodied teeth and skull within. Maggots writhed, danced lasciviously between her teeth and over her tongue, and his senses were overwhelmed with sensation; the stench of decaying flesh, the whirr of buzzing flies and the soft squish of worms crawling across and within wet orifices, and faintly, just barely, he thought he heard the sound of a terrified scream.
Masume squeezed his eyes shut, opening them again to find Jade lowering her mask to far different effect. Smooth, beautiful skin, like Amythyst’s. No rot, no insects, no putrescence. Simply a lovely face, with thin, pale lips and a finely distinguished nose. Jade folded her mask carefully and placed it on the table beside the leather bag.
“As I was saying,” she spoke again. “With all that power being granted, he needed to find an outlet for it, a conductor for the strength. He considered using fear; after all, every person feels fear, particularly when they’re staring death in the face after robbing a bank. That was my experiment. Fear. But he just couldn’t make me fearsome enough to invoke the kind of power he needed, not even if it was collected and stored for later use. Sexual energy, however… ah, that he could do. After all, there is no emotion stronger than passion and few motivators greater than lust.
“And so my sister was granted that power. She was beautiful and strong and heroic, and unashamedly got laid as much as she needed. Shameful behavior, really, like a damned succubus or something. But I had a plan, you see. If I could channel psychic energies, illusions and magicks, to make people fear me the way I needed, then I could be just the same!
“Father would not hear of it. He wouldn’t help me. Said that I was tapping into powers that I did not understand and could never control. Well, to hell with that! So be it! Look at me now! I have far greater power than her and I’m no worse for wear!”
“This is terribly fascinating,” said Masume sarcastically, “But is there a point to this?”
“Oh, in time, dear boy,” Jade responded, “I’m not done telling you about our childhood yet! Why, you know so little of Amythyst! For example, do you even know how old she is?”
Masume took pause as he opened his mouth to answer, staring at the girl critically. What was Amythyst’s age? It had never occurred to him that he should ask such questions. He was sure she’d stumbled upon that information at some point, but if it had been something dire, she would have told him. Wouldn’t she?
“Sixteen,” Jade answered before he had time to think further. “Amy and I are sixteen years old as of last week. Makes you feel kind of… perverted. Doesn’t it?”
Masume almost paled at the girl’s words, staring down at the table in horror. She certainly hadn’t looked that young! But perhaps he should have known, with her attitude and her height. Perhaps he should have assumed. Perhaps he should have asked.
“The bottom line is: when you asked Amythyst to come to the Isles with you, she was muscling in on my territory. I scarcely dare to believe there’s enough room on Earth for two Masamoto sisters, let alone the crummy old Rogue Isles. I had her taken care of.” Jade said matter-of-factly.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘Taken care of’?” Masume asked sharply. Jade was beginning to test his temper.
“It means just what it sounds like,” Jade said, the smile fading from her pretty face, dissolving into a set frown. “She’s been sent back to Paragon, and she’ll remember nothing of her time on the Isles. Took me quite a while before I’d traumatized her enough to make her forget you. I daresay she loved you, Masume, with how viciously she held onto your memory. But after a day or two of my men tearing through and pummeling her various orifices, I managed to wipe you away quite nicely. Oh! That reminds me…”
As Masume was about to leap across the table and rip her limb from limb, Jade reached out and pushed the leather sack across the table. Masume was terrified of the smile that crept onto her lips. It seemed to double into itself, stretching and curling with morbid glee. She chuckled, “Go on, open it! It’s a present from Amy and me!”
Masume had to concentrate to keep his hands from trembling as he unlaced the leather strings. He didn’t want to see what was inside this bag. This gift, as Jade called it, was not asked for, and he’d give anything not to receive it. Why did he not throw it across the room, then? Why did he continue to pull open the edges of the bag to peer inside? To see…
Masume clasped a hand to his mouth, and hung his head over the side of the booth, wincing as he vomited onto the dark tile floor.
“Now, I don’t know much about anatomy,” Jade called to be heard over the sound of his heaving, “But I’d say that was the beginning of your daughter!”
Jade’s voice was gleeful, her face alight with joy and her hands gripping her seat anxiously. She made the pitiful man vomit! That ought to have gotten her point across. She grinned and slipped out of the booth, taking the small clump of tissue from the bag and dropping it into the pile of vomit on the floor, leisurely sauntering away.
“Stay away from her, Mister Masume,” were her parting words. “For her sake and your own.”
by Kami-chan
Pairing: None, implied Masume/Amythyst
Rating: R (not for the faint of heart or stomach)
Warnings: This is perhaps the most morbid, violent thing I've ever writen. Read it only knowing that there will be blood and gore and vomit. :/
Disclaimer: My characters, along with one of Jermaine's, so don't use them without my permission please.
***
Masume’s face was set like stone as he ascended the ramp to the 2nd floor bar. The inter-dimensional nightclub known as Pocket D hid many nooks and crannies, humble and secluded spots to mask private discussions and the occasional romantic interlude.
Not too long ago, he would gladly have participated in any such interlude, in the arms of a small Japanese girl with shaggy plum-colored hair and glassy violet eyes. It had been too long, however, since anyone had heard from her, and he was beginning to think any hope he’d grasped onto was slipping away. He occupied himself with his training, with his friends, with the multitude of women in his Dojo that threw themselves upon him. They were good distractions if nothing else, and he liked to think that there was little-to-no recovery process to speak of in the disappearance of that girl; that rude, mouthy, pushy, wild spirit he’d known as Amythyst Crush.
Why then did his curiosity grip him when he received that mysterious message on his phone? ‘Meet me on the red side. -Jade.’ Jade. Murderous, malicious Jade Bane. A name that he had not heard in countless months, and one he’d almost forgotten. A name that Amythyst warned was synonymous with danger and depravity. Jade and Amythyst were family once, twin sisters with too little in common. Their father was a brilliant scientist striving to achieve perfection in battle through genetic modification in his daughters. One failed experiment and one shining triumph later, Jade spent her entire childhood huddled beneath the shade of her sister’s glory. It was enough to make anyone bitter, but when she was arrested in Amythyst’s disappearance, the details got a little hazy.
Jade was not difficult to spot. Her skin was moon-pale, and the meager strips of cloth and metal that she called a costume did nothing to conceal her slight body. The pointed tips of her ears poked out through long hair of deepest green, and across the bottom portion of her face was a tight, black surgeon’s mask that Masume had never bothered to question much. But those eyes… He thought he remembered them, staring pleadingly from beneath him as they moved as one being. These eyes, however, were not Amythyst’s. They were sharp, cutting, tactical, and cruel. Despite all his machismo and power, when those eyes found him an unpleasant chill ran down his spine.
“Mister Masume,” Jade spoke at last, her face angling up into a taunting grin. “I am ever-so-delighted that you could make it. Please, sit.”
Jade indicated the booth across from her with delicate fingers, upon which rested unnaturally long nails. It was grotesque, to obscure their inherent beauty with sharp, frightening protrusions. Masume nodded sternly and slipped into his seat, only barely taking note of a single item on the table between them: a small brown leather sack, tied shut with a drawstring.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Masume. You’re an intelligent man, or so it’s said. Tell me what my sister knows of her past. Please, I’m dying to know what the little mousey has picked out all by herself.”
“She woke up in Perez Park, on a bench,” responded Masume in a voice brilliantly lacking in emotion of any kind. “She had only that cat with her. After investigation, she found that her true name was Chiyo Masamoto, and that her father was an esteemed scientist working in the field of biomechanical engineering. She could find little on his research alone, only that he had discovered something great, and you had not been able to partake. You were arrested in suspicion of her disappearance, and that is all she was able to find.”
“Well,” said Jade, “I’m almost impressed; more-so with myself than with her. All these years, I never thought I’d done my job so well that she couldn’t remember anything.”
Jade chuckled, and Masume found himself fighting back a sudden, uncontrollable urge to throttle her delicate neck. Yet when his eyes fell upon it, he found himself thinking again on Amythyst’s soft skin, the curve of her shoulder and the soft wave of her collarbone. Had they been identical twins? It was suddenly becoming quite difficult to be so close to this woman.
“Do you know why she woke up in Perez Park, Masume?” Jade asked with a grin.
“I imagine you had some hand in that.”
“Quite so!” Jade responded happily. “Oh, the stupid cunt didn’t even see it coming! Our father gifted her with a great many things, strength and beauty no doubt. But she lacks any kind of tactical brain to speak o-“
“Excuse me,” Masume interrupted her angrily, “If you are going to talk to me, at least have the decency to remove your mask!”
Jade stared in stunned silence for a moment at the man who dared interrupt her. After a few long moments she chuckled, shaking her head as she reached behind one ear to unhook the string and pull her mask away. For one horrifying second, Masume’s eyes widened. Rotting tissue hung from her jaw in limp strips, doing little to mask the bloodied teeth and skull within. Maggots writhed, danced lasciviously between her teeth and over her tongue, and his senses were overwhelmed with sensation; the stench of decaying flesh, the whirr of buzzing flies and the soft squish of worms crawling across and within wet orifices, and faintly, just barely, he thought he heard the sound of a terrified scream.
Masume squeezed his eyes shut, opening them again to find Jade lowering her mask to far different effect. Smooth, beautiful skin, like Amythyst’s. No rot, no insects, no putrescence. Simply a lovely face, with thin, pale lips and a finely distinguished nose. Jade folded her mask carefully and placed it on the table beside the leather bag.
“As I was saying,” she spoke again. “With all that power being granted, he needed to find an outlet for it, a conductor for the strength. He considered using fear; after all, every person feels fear, particularly when they’re staring death in the face after robbing a bank. That was my experiment. Fear. But he just couldn’t make me fearsome enough to invoke the kind of power he needed, not even if it was collected and stored for later use. Sexual energy, however… ah, that he could do. After all, there is no emotion stronger than passion and few motivators greater than lust.
“And so my sister was granted that power. She was beautiful and strong and heroic, and unashamedly got laid as much as she needed. Shameful behavior, really, like a damned succubus or something. But I had a plan, you see. If I could channel psychic energies, illusions and magicks, to make people fear me the way I needed, then I could be just the same!
“Father would not hear of it. He wouldn’t help me. Said that I was tapping into powers that I did not understand and could never control. Well, to hell with that! So be it! Look at me now! I have far greater power than her and I’m no worse for wear!”
“This is terribly fascinating,” said Masume sarcastically, “But is there a point to this?”
“Oh, in time, dear boy,” Jade responded, “I’m not done telling you about our childhood yet! Why, you know so little of Amythyst! For example, do you even know how old she is?”
Masume took pause as he opened his mouth to answer, staring at the girl critically. What was Amythyst’s age? It had never occurred to him that he should ask such questions. He was sure she’d stumbled upon that information at some point, but if it had been something dire, she would have told him. Wouldn’t she?
“Sixteen,” Jade answered before he had time to think further. “Amy and I are sixteen years old as of last week. Makes you feel kind of… perverted. Doesn’t it?”
Masume almost paled at the girl’s words, staring down at the table in horror. She certainly hadn’t looked that young! But perhaps he should have known, with her attitude and her height. Perhaps he should have assumed. Perhaps he should have asked.
“The bottom line is: when you asked Amythyst to come to the Isles with you, she was muscling in on my territory. I scarcely dare to believe there’s enough room on Earth for two Masamoto sisters, let alone the crummy old Rogue Isles. I had her taken care of.” Jade said matter-of-factly.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘Taken care of’?” Masume asked sharply. Jade was beginning to test his temper.
“It means just what it sounds like,” Jade said, the smile fading from her pretty face, dissolving into a set frown. “She’s been sent back to Paragon, and she’ll remember nothing of her time on the Isles. Took me quite a while before I’d traumatized her enough to make her forget you. I daresay she loved you, Masume, with how viciously she held onto your memory. But after a day or two of my men tearing through and pummeling her various orifices, I managed to wipe you away quite nicely. Oh! That reminds me…”
As Masume was about to leap across the table and rip her limb from limb, Jade reached out and pushed the leather sack across the table. Masume was terrified of the smile that crept onto her lips. It seemed to double into itself, stretching and curling with morbid glee. She chuckled, “Go on, open it! It’s a present from Amy and me!”
Masume had to concentrate to keep his hands from trembling as he unlaced the leather strings. He didn’t want to see what was inside this bag. This gift, as Jade called it, was not asked for, and he’d give anything not to receive it. Why did he not throw it across the room, then? Why did he continue to pull open the edges of the bag to peer inside? To see…
Masume clasped a hand to his mouth, and hung his head over the side of the booth, wincing as he vomited onto the dark tile floor.
“Now, I don’t know much about anatomy,” Jade called to be heard over the sound of his heaving, “But I’d say that was the beginning of your daughter!”
Jade’s voice was gleeful, her face alight with joy and her hands gripping her seat anxiously. She made the pitiful man vomit! That ought to have gotten her point across. She grinned and slipped out of the booth, taking the small clump of tissue from the bag and dropping it into the pile of vomit on the floor, leisurely sauntering away.
“Stay away from her, Mister Masume,” were her parting words. “For her sake and your own.”