[Lamento] Conquest
Title: Conquest
Fandom: Lamento - Beyond the Void
Rating: PG-15
Pairings: Hints at FroudxRai (yes, I'm serious), mentions of RaixKonoe
Warnings: insanity, violence
Disclaimer: Nitro+Chiral own everything.
Notes: Giftfic for sexual_ennui
Conquest
Five years. Has it really been five years? He supposes it has, time is so difficult to keep track of when you are locked away in a timeless place, trapped between life and death, and kittens do not deal well with the passage of time. They waste away so quickly.
But not him.
Nononono, not him.
He still remembers the sinuous form of his undoing, moving like white lightning through his storm, remembers their dance of blades and leaves and blood, forever beautiful-but he has changed, hasn't he? Has grown even more beautiful, with an aura that could slay a hundred demons, might even slay a weakened devil, if he isn't careful. But he will be, won't he. Carefulcareful, to ease the skittish kitty. Fear is always better when it is fresh and sudden, sharp and sweet, the best kind of treat.
It is such a shame, really, that Shironekochan doesn't recognize him. He wonders if his kitten would feel even remotely what he is feeling now, the sweetest kind of ecstasy at this lucky twist of fate, and the joy of imagining what he is going to do to him-fightcagekillsubmit-oh!
But no, nonono, Shironekochan wouldn't agree, wouldn't see it his way, would he. Silly Shironekochan! Thinking himself so goodgoodgood, when he's really just the same, so wonderfully similar, underneath the jagged and broken pieces he has assembled for his armor. That will be part of the fun, though. Take him, break him, make him see what he really is, make him revel in his brokenness.
He will need time to bring him there, of course. Time, and subtlety.
For now, he will watch, and wait. Something more delicious than the morsel is waiting for him.
---
Even the most careful, cunning plan has its setbacks. That is due to the chaotic nature inherent to all things in life, no matter how big or small, and normally, Froud loves unexpectedness, likes to observe others dealing with the twists and turns of fate. Now, though, he is impatient, and it is getting annoying.
The morsel has the uncanny ability to show up at the most delicate times, just when he is about to cut a little deeper, a little more, and pulls his prey back into the real world, undoes all of Froud's careful work with his big soft eyes and his small white hands and his thrice-cursed pretty singing voice. The morsel makes Shironekochan calm, doesn't make him dwell, doesn't make him linger on the jabs and the taunts and the hints, doesn't make them dribble in like poison and eat into his mind like acid, not like he wants, nonono, such a pity, a pity.
Time is still working in his favor, though; the morsel won't be able to win this race. Does not even seem to know that it is on.
He will get his pretty cat, get him for his own, all his own, lost to the world, and sometimes it is hard, oh so hard, to wait when all he wants is that pretty cat, wantswantswants to slice him strangle him dye his pretty white fur in sweetsweet red, wants him kneeling at his feet, standing over him, wants him broken like a doll, or proud and strong and forever defiant-oh, the possibilities!
But Shironekochan isn't really playing the game, is he. Doesn't really know about the direness of the situation, refuses to see him as a real threat, doesn't hate-oh whywhywhy doesn't he hate, sweet and bitter like the darkest honey-doesn't even acknowledge him.
And it's all the morsel's fault.
All the foolish, meddling morsel's fault, that Shironekochan doesn't play with him, doesn't hear him, doesn't see him; it is so sad how Shironekochan is growing dull, soft and mellow like a kept pet on the morsel's leash, following him around and being glad, so sickly disgustingly glad for the morsel's attention, is starting to hate his own lust for blood, the most natural thing of all!
He wants to scream, he wants to kill, he wants to stabstabstab until the pretty kitten is looking only at him, sees only him, with fire and fight and boundless hatred in his eye...
He will have to do something, and soon.
---
He does not know what the not-morsel has done to Shironekochan, but he can sense the power flow, feels the pull of his own crest like a homing beacon, beckoning, calling. He tests it gingerly, like tugging at a string, feels resistance, but not much. The mind on the other end is still open. Froud settles down against the wall - this will be tricky, he's still so weak compared to before - and relaxes his muscles. Within minutes, his consciousness is with the crest.
The not-place he arrives in is dark, filled with the insidious mist of his own magic, entwined with Leaks'. Tendrils are crawling up his legs and arms, as if desperately searching for their true owner, like pathetic little worms. Disgusting vile cat, how dare he mate his power with his own, turn his magic into that!
But oh! That smell! He would remember that smell anywhere, anytime! Fear, delicious fear, and pain! Shironekochan a short distance away, his back to him, unmoving, and fear curling around him like the sweetest perfume. How he has longed for that scent, has wanted to see this proudstrong kitten tremble!
...But it is not for him, is it? No, not for him, how terribleterribleterrible, must rectify that immediately, yesyesyes!
He glides across the space, barely stirring the mist - careful, he has to be careful - slips up behind his pretty kitty, still oblivious, still unmoving, and gently wraps his arms around him, his fingers softly pressing down on their target - the remaining good eye.
"Guess who."
The kitten freezes, a shiver so powerful it is almost electric running through him, and then there is a dagger pressed to his throat - fast, so fast, he has not even felt him move! What a thrill, what a shock, to imagine his real body in danger like that, at Shironekochan's mercy the way Shironekochan is at his mercy!
"Release me."
The voice is quiet and straining for calm, and he can feel the kitten's entire attention on him, himhimhim, finally, at last.
"Oh, Shironekochan, so cold!" He lightly rubs his fingers across the closed eyelid, feels the small tickle of lashes, imagines taking that eye, too- if only that were real, if only...! -but no, nonono, the eye is so pretty ablaze with hatred and revulsion, he can see it so clearly in his memory, taking it would be a shame, wouldn't it, so pretty, he'll hurt it just a little, maybe-
The dagger presses down, slicing through his not-armor, biting into his not-skin, drawing not-blood. But with just a little bit of imagination, it is as good as the real thing, as dangerous as the real thing, and he almost hums, leaning forward to smell kitty's pretty hair, offering his throat to the blade, feeling it cut deeper, close to where his pulse would be.
"Release. Me."
More command now, less fear, but mmmmmmstillgood, and maybemaybe he should back off, doesn't know how the vile foul magic affects this place-could do some serious damage, no?-too bad, so sad, but he lets go.
The kitten whirls on him a split-second later, swords drawn and murderous intent rolling off him in waves; he can imagine his face drawn with anger, down to the tiniest detail, and yesssssssss, this is what he has been longing for!
"Leave."
"Awww, Shironekochan doesn't like visitors?"
A growl.
"Doesn't like me? How cruel!"
"I said, 'leave'."
He grins, lip curling back to reveal his fangs. So fun, so fun to play and tease and taunt, see what noises Shironekochan can make, lots of prettypretty noises of absolute rage, but he doesn't have much time, does he? The morsel will recover soon, it would not do if he escapes, nonono, must stop playing for a while.
"Hmmm, and here I go out of my way to bring you a message," he singsongs, barely able to rein in his glee when Shironekochan tenses, all ears. "Don't you want to know where your special kitten is?"
Such a pity, to feel that anger tainted by worry, to receive the cloying scent of sillysillystupid love, how repulsive, how badbadbad that he has to make Shironekochan remember the morsel-but it's not like he ever forgot, is it? He just has to keep reminding himself of the sweetperfect despair that will follow, how much hatred there will be, for him, all for him-
"What have you done to him?!"
"Ah-ah-ah, nothing... that is... not yet," he breathes, enjoying the surge in barely restrained rage, imagining the burning fire in that coldcold eye.
"Where is he? Spit it out!"
Should torment him more, should make him squirm-will he beg? maybemaybemaybe-but there is no time. He will have to take his leave. "The creek at the edge of the forest, to the north." He smiles. "Do you think you can save him?"
The angry "Bastard!" ringing in his ears like music, he fades out of sight.
---
His consciousness snaps back into his body so violently he has to brace himself against the wall.
Deep breaths, deep breaths. He takes a moment to steady himself, probes for any remnants of that foul magic mixture, but finding none.
He pushes away from the wall, throws a quick glance around. No one to see him, no one to ask stupid questions. No witnesses to kill. Too bad.
Defying gravity is as easy as breathing; he turns his face into the wind, turns north. The chase is on.
"Race you... Rai."
---
Across town, a white cat bolts out of a dark, quiet house, heading down the street at a breakneck run.
Fin
---
A/N: There it is... I hope it was a bearable read. Froud is hard to write because he's so sane outwardly, but inwardly he's this tangled convoluted mess. I hope I was able to capture at least a little bit of how his meeting Rai again sends his thinking into a downward spiral.
What set it off was the thought of how the hell Rai knew where to look for Konoe after the Leaks-incident. Maybe a little buggy told him? XD
And yeah, we agreed that Wapanese is bad, but "Shironekochan" just sounds so much lovelier than "white kitty", especially when Froud says it.
So yes, happy birthday to you, m'dear! I hope you have an awesome day! ♥
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Fandom: Lamento - Beyond the Void
Rating: PG-15
Pairings: Hints at FroudxRai (yes, I'm serious), mentions of RaixKonoe
Warnings: insanity, violence
Disclaimer: Nitro+Chiral own everything.
Notes: Giftfic for sexual_ennui
Conquest
Five years. Has it really been five years? He supposes it has, time is so difficult to keep track of when you are locked away in a timeless place, trapped between life and death, and kittens do not deal well with the passage of time. They waste away so quickly.
But not him.
Nononono, not him.
He still remembers the sinuous form of his undoing, moving like white lightning through his storm, remembers their dance of blades and leaves and blood, forever beautiful-but he has changed, hasn't he? Has grown even more beautiful, with an aura that could slay a hundred demons, might even slay a weakened devil, if he isn't careful. But he will be, won't he. Carefulcareful, to ease the skittish kitty. Fear is always better when it is fresh and sudden, sharp and sweet, the best kind of treat.
It is such a shame, really, that Shironekochan doesn't recognize him. He wonders if his kitten would feel even remotely what he is feeling now, the sweetest kind of ecstasy at this lucky twist of fate, and the joy of imagining what he is going to do to him-fightcagekillsubmit-oh!
But no, nonono, Shironekochan wouldn't agree, wouldn't see it his way, would he. Silly Shironekochan! Thinking himself so goodgoodgood, when he's really just the same, so wonderfully similar, underneath the jagged and broken pieces he has assembled for his armor. That will be part of the fun, though. Take him, break him, make him see what he really is, make him revel in his brokenness.
He will need time to bring him there, of course. Time, and subtlety.
For now, he will watch, and wait. Something more delicious than the morsel is waiting for him.
---
Even the most careful, cunning plan has its setbacks. That is due to the chaotic nature inherent to all things in life, no matter how big or small, and normally, Froud loves unexpectedness, likes to observe others dealing with the twists and turns of fate. Now, though, he is impatient, and it is getting annoying.
The morsel has the uncanny ability to show up at the most delicate times, just when he is about to cut a little deeper, a little more, and pulls his prey back into the real world, undoes all of Froud's careful work with his big soft eyes and his small white hands and his thrice-cursed pretty singing voice. The morsel makes Shironekochan calm, doesn't make him dwell, doesn't make him linger on the jabs and the taunts and the hints, doesn't make them dribble in like poison and eat into his mind like acid, not like he wants, nonono, such a pity, a pity.
Time is still working in his favor, though; the morsel won't be able to win this race. Does not even seem to know that it is on.
He will get his pretty cat, get him for his own, all his own, lost to the world, and sometimes it is hard, oh so hard, to wait when all he wants is that pretty cat, wantswantswants to slice him strangle him dye his pretty white fur in sweetsweet red, wants him kneeling at his feet, standing over him, wants him broken like a doll, or proud and strong and forever defiant-oh, the possibilities!
But Shironekochan isn't really playing the game, is he. Doesn't really know about the direness of the situation, refuses to see him as a real threat, doesn't hate-oh whywhywhy doesn't he hate, sweet and bitter like the darkest honey-doesn't even acknowledge him.
And it's all the morsel's fault.
All the foolish, meddling morsel's fault, that Shironekochan doesn't play with him, doesn't hear him, doesn't see him; it is so sad how Shironekochan is growing dull, soft and mellow like a kept pet on the morsel's leash, following him around and being glad, so sickly disgustingly glad for the morsel's attention, is starting to hate his own lust for blood, the most natural thing of all!
He wants to scream, he wants to kill, he wants to stabstabstab until the pretty kitten is looking only at him, sees only him, with fire and fight and boundless hatred in his eye...
He will have to do something, and soon.
---
He does not know what the not-morsel has done to Shironekochan, but he can sense the power flow, feels the pull of his own crest like a homing beacon, beckoning, calling. He tests it gingerly, like tugging at a string, feels resistance, but not much. The mind on the other end is still open. Froud settles down against the wall - this will be tricky, he's still so weak compared to before - and relaxes his muscles. Within minutes, his consciousness is with the crest.
The not-place he arrives in is dark, filled with the insidious mist of his own magic, entwined with Leaks'. Tendrils are crawling up his legs and arms, as if desperately searching for their true owner, like pathetic little worms. Disgusting vile cat, how dare he mate his power with his own, turn his magic into that!
But oh! That smell! He would remember that smell anywhere, anytime! Fear, delicious fear, and pain! Shironekochan a short distance away, his back to him, unmoving, and fear curling around him like the sweetest perfume. How he has longed for that scent, has wanted to see this proudstrong kitten tremble!
...But it is not for him, is it? No, not for him, how terribleterribleterrible, must rectify that immediately, yesyesyes!
He glides across the space, barely stirring the mist - careful, he has to be careful - slips up behind his pretty kitty, still oblivious, still unmoving, and gently wraps his arms around him, his fingers softly pressing down on their target - the remaining good eye.
"Guess who."
The kitten freezes, a shiver so powerful it is almost electric running through him, and then there is a dagger pressed to his throat - fast, so fast, he has not even felt him move! What a thrill, what a shock, to imagine his real body in danger like that, at Shironekochan's mercy the way Shironekochan is at his mercy!
"Release me."
The voice is quiet and straining for calm, and he can feel the kitten's entire attention on him, himhimhim, finally, at last.
"Oh, Shironekochan, so cold!" He lightly rubs his fingers across the closed eyelid, feels the small tickle of lashes, imagines taking that eye, too- if only that were real, if only...! -but no, nonono, the eye is so pretty ablaze with hatred and revulsion, he can see it so clearly in his memory, taking it would be a shame, wouldn't it, so pretty, he'll hurt it just a little, maybe-
The dagger presses down, slicing through his not-armor, biting into his not-skin, drawing not-blood. But with just a little bit of imagination, it is as good as the real thing, as dangerous as the real thing, and he almost hums, leaning forward to smell kitty's pretty hair, offering his throat to the blade, feeling it cut deeper, close to where his pulse would be.
"Release. Me."
More command now, less fear, but mmmmmmstillgood, and maybemaybe he should back off, doesn't know how the vile foul magic affects this place-could do some serious damage, no?-too bad, so sad, but he lets go.
The kitten whirls on him a split-second later, swords drawn and murderous intent rolling off him in waves; he can imagine his face drawn with anger, down to the tiniest detail, and yesssssssss, this is what he has been longing for!
"Leave."
"Awww, Shironekochan doesn't like visitors?"
A growl.
"Doesn't like me? How cruel!"
"I said, 'leave'."
He grins, lip curling back to reveal his fangs. So fun, so fun to play and tease and taunt, see what noises Shironekochan can make, lots of prettypretty noises of absolute rage, but he doesn't have much time, does he? The morsel will recover soon, it would not do if he escapes, nonono, must stop playing for a while.
"Hmmm, and here I go out of my way to bring you a message," he singsongs, barely able to rein in his glee when Shironekochan tenses, all ears. "Don't you want to know where your special kitten is?"
Such a pity, to feel that anger tainted by worry, to receive the cloying scent of sillysillystupid love, how repulsive, how badbadbad that he has to make Shironekochan remember the morsel-but it's not like he ever forgot, is it? He just has to keep reminding himself of the sweetperfect despair that will follow, how much hatred there will be, for him, all for him-
"What have you done to him?!"
"Ah-ah-ah, nothing... that is... not yet," he breathes, enjoying the surge in barely restrained rage, imagining the burning fire in that coldcold eye.
"Where is he? Spit it out!"
Should torment him more, should make him squirm-will he beg? maybemaybemaybe-but there is no time. He will have to take his leave. "The creek at the edge of the forest, to the north." He smiles. "Do you think you can save him?"
The angry "Bastard!" ringing in his ears like music, he fades out of sight.
---
His consciousness snaps back into his body so violently he has to brace himself against the wall.
Deep breaths, deep breaths. He takes a moment to steady himself, probes for any remnants of that foul magic mixture, but finding none.
He pushes away from the wall, throws a quick glance around. No one to see him, no one to ask stupid questions. No witnesses to kill. Too bad.
Defying gravity is as easy as breathing; he turns his face into the wind, turns north. The chase is on.
"Race you... Rai."
---
Across town, a white cat bolts out of a dark, quiet house, heading down the street at a breakneck run.
Fin
---
A/N: There it is... I hope it was a bearable read. Froud is hard to write because he's so sane outwardly, but inwardly he's this tangled convoluted mess. I hope I was able to capture at least a little bit of how his meeting Rai again sends his thinking into a downward spiral.
What set it off was the thought of how the hell Rai knew where to look for Konoe after the Leaks-incident. Maybe a little buggy told him? XD
And yeah, we agreed that Wapanese is bad, but "Shironekochan" just sounds so much lovelier than "white kitty", especially when Froud says it.
So yes, happy birthday to you, m'dear! I hope you have an awesome day! ♥
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