[Snibble] Till Death Do Us Part; At least that's what you think.
Title: Till Death Do Us Part; At least that's what you think.
Info: Keito/Yamada, feat. Hikaru, Takaki, and Chinen - Draft
744w; PG
The original draft for my remix ' In his eyes'. Incomplete, but I liked Hikaru's 'MINION 8|' ness too much to not at least give it a half-post. As you can see, my remix was supposed to have lighter tones and more humor, but it... morphed even more. X_X wth. But anyways. Unbeta'd and totally repetitive. 8D
Keito had learned that Life almost never went as expected.
He kind of wished he’d known that before he died, but Death has been one of those unexpected things. Death was almost as unruly as Life was, but it was at least defined by ends and beginnings instead of all the tangled middles Life had.
Not that Keito had lived long enough to really get an extensive middle of living Life.
Death had greeted him rather suddenly, but it had been long enough ago that he could only vaguely recall the actual memories. All the sensations and emotions felt like a lifetime ago.
A living lifetime ago.
It didn’t matter much, either way. Dead was dead was dead as a doornail and Keito didn’t really mind it all that much.
“I don’t know why you still come here,” Fate had told him one day, curling a lock of hair around his finger. “You know this wouldn’t happen if you stayed away.”
Keito smiled, shrugging almost helplessly as he gazed at the hillside - at the small figure standing over his grave. “Perhaps not... but I have a promise to keep. Besides, if anyone shouldn’t be here, it’s you. Don’t you have work to do?”
Fate frowned at him, the hints of a pout at the corners of his lips. “I’m Fate, I’m allowed to be anywhere I want to be.”
Keito rolled his eyes, heading down to ground level. “You just want to watch.”
Fate looked plaintive. “What’s wrong with that? You know I have your best interests at heart...”
“Of course you do,” drawled a new voice. “Fairy is such a softie.”
Keito’s lips twisted in a grim smile as he locked eyes with the newcomers. Plural. “You needed an audience this time around?” It was so typical of the other, Keito almost wanted to laugh. Almost. (Now was, unfortunately, not really a laughing matter.)
The Devil smiled, patting the small Demon next to him. “He’s in training... I figured this would be a treat.”
“See?” Fate gestured to the two from Hell. “I’m practically a Saint compared to them...” He paused and added. “But I’m not that stuck up.”
“Don’t you have some bumpkin to princessify, Fairy?” the Devil sneered slightly, lips curling in amusement.
Fate flushed, hands on hip. “I’m Fate, not a fairy godmother.” He paused and then added insistently, “It’s different.”
“Whatever, Fairy,” the Devil flicked his fingers dismissively and then shooed his companion away. “Go sit and watch.”
The Demon scampered over to Fate, grinning brightly. “Hi, Yuuyan.”
Fate pouted a little more, pulling the Demon on his lap. “Chii, I’m not a fairy.”
“It’s okay,” the Demon assured him. “Hikka just says that ‘cause he thinks you’re pretty.”
“MINION!” the Devil roared and the Demon stuck his tongue out.
Keito watched them all in resignation. He hated that this had become some sort of strange routine every time that Yamada visited his grave.
Yamada Ryousuke...
Keito turned to the grave as the other three bickered, smiling gently. Yamada was as short as ever, but he’d grown up so gracefully; it still took Keito’s breath away. Handsome, confident, and with so much potential in those sparkling eyes, Keito felt a tug of pride inside, making him stand up a little taller, his shoulders squaring.
“He’s ignoring you,” Fate cheerfully pointed out and the Devil’s lips thinned in annoyance.
“You’ll lose his soul like this... I could just steal it from under your nose if you keep on daydreaming. Caught up in the past, Okamoto? You know I could bring him to our side... You could be with him. ”
Keito’s eyes narrowed, feeling that sickly feeling of jealous rage well up inside. He was a gentle creature by nature, even more mellowed after death - the frenzies of youth having worn off eventually. But some things were never acceptable. “Never.”
“Oh come on,” the Devil wheedled, eyes glinting. “He’s just asking for it. Look at him,” he gestured to the young man blind to them all. “Look at him just opening up. It’d be so easy to pluck him out and use him--”
“No,” and there was a snarl in Keito’s voice as he glared.
The Devil circled him slowly, the Demon and Fate watching from a small distance. “He’s halfway there, I bet... the only thing standing in my way is you.”
Keito raised his chin proudly. “And I’ll never let you have him.”
Info: Keito/Yamada, feat. Hikaru, Takaki, and Chinen - Draft
744w; PG
The original draft for my remix ' In his eyes'. Incomplete, but I liked Hikaru's 'MINION 8|' ness too much to not at least give it a half-post. As you can see, my remix was supposed to have lighter tones and more humor, but it... morphed even more. X_X wth. But anyways. Unbeta'd and totally repetitive. 8D
Keito had learned that Life almost never went as expected.
He kind of wished he’d known that before he died, but Death has been one of those unexpected things. Death was almost as unruly as Life was, but it was at least defined by ends and beginnings instead of all the tangled middles Life had.
Not that Keito had lived long enough to really get an extensive middle of living Life.
Death had greeted him rather suddenly, but it had been long enough ago that he could only vaguely recall the actual memories. All the sensations and emotions felt like a lifetime ago.
A living lifetime ago.
It didn’t matter much, either way. Dead was dead was dead as a doornail and Keito didn’t really mind it all that much.
“I don’t know why you still come here,” Fate had told him one day, curling a lock of hair around his finger. “You know this wouldn’t happen if you stayed away.”
Keito smiled, shrugging almost helplessly as he gazed at the hillside - at the small figure standing over his grave. “Perhaps not... but I have a promise to keep. Besides, if anyone shouldn’t be here, it’s you. Don’t you have work to do?”
Fate frowned at him, the hints of a pout at the corners of his lips. “I’m Fate, I’m allowed to be anywhere I want to be.”
Keito rolled his eyes, heading down to ground level. “You just want to watch.”
Fate looked plaintive. “What’s wrong with that? You know I have your best interests at heart...”
“Of course you do,” drawled a new voice. “Fairy is such a softie.”
Keito’s lips twisted in a grim smile as he locked eyes with the newcomers. Plural. “You needed an audience this time around?” It was so typical of the other, Keito almost wanted to laugh. Almost. (Now was, unfortunately, not really a laughing matter.)
The Devil smiled, patting the small Demon next to him. “He’s in training... I figured this would be a treat.”
“See?” Fate gestured to the two from Hell. “I’m practically a Saint compared to them...” He paused and added. “But I’m not that stuck up.”
“Don’t you have some bumpkin to princessify, Fairy?” the Devil sneered slightly, lips curling in amusement.
Fate flushed, hands on hip. “I’m Fate, not a fairy godmother.” He paused and then added insistently, “It’s different.”
“Whatever, Fairy,” the Devil flicked his fingers dismissively and then shooed his companion away. “Go sit and watch.”
The Demon scampered over to Fate, grinning brightly. “Hi, Yuuyan.”
Fate pouted a little more, pulling the Demon on his lap. “Chii, I’m not a fairy.”
“It’s okay,” the Demon assured him. “Hikka just says that ‘cause he thinks you’re pretty.”
“MINION!” the Devil roared and the Demon stuck his tongue out.
Keito watched them all in resignation. He hated that this had become some sort of strange routine every time that Yamada visited his grave.
Yamada Ryousuke...
Keito turned to the grave as the other three bickered, smiling gently. Yamada was as short as ever, but he’d grown up so gracefully; it still took Keito’s breath away. Handsome, confident, and with so much potential in those sparkling eyes, Keito felt a tug of pride inside, making him stand up a little taller, his shoulders squaring.
“He’s ignoring you,” Fate cheerfully pointed out and the Devil’s lips thinned in annoyance.
“You’ll lose his soul like this... I could just steal it from under your nose if you keep on daydreaming. Caught up in the past, Okamoto? You know I could bring him to our side... You could be with him. ”
Keito’s eyes narrowed, feeling that sickly feeling of jealous rage well up inside. He was a gentle creature by nature, even more mellowed after death - the frenzies of youth having worn off eventually. But some things were never acceptable. “Never.”
“Oh come on,” the Devil wheedled, eyes glinting. “He’s just asking for it. Look at him,” he gestured to the young man blind to them all. “Look at him just opening up. It’d be so easy to pluck him out and use him--”
“No,” and there was a snarl in Keito’s voice as he glared.
The Devil circled him slowly, the Demon and Fate watching from a small distance. “He’s halfway there, I bet... the only thing standing in my way is you.”
Keito raised his chin proudly. “And I’ll never let you have him.”