Fanfiction
Title: Sunset (Also fondly known as 'The Evil AU')
Rating: Pretty tame at the moment, but probably creeping up into NC-17 with swiftness
Warnings: Creepy, creepy AUness
1412's mind works like broken / glass, meaning and sense twisting into incoherency. Like an equation only he knows, every new piece of data changing the variables changing the output changing the reaction that he gives.
There's / for this, there always has to be. A reason, that is. Always a reason.
1412 knows what it is, but he won't tell. He doesn't even remember - that memory is like a black hole in his mind, something which claws at the edges of his sanity, dragging it down and down scraping along nerves and tearing at him when he sleeps and / and down
close
your
eyes
and fire flames flicker and he screams against the hands that hold him back rises up and drags him into sleep, wraps him up tight in the heat and pain of the forgotten moment.
Not now, though / different / the place has changed and
Blond hair on a rooftop.
anger / another fool / how did he find me
....
How did he find me....?
1412 smiles, a cool expression, gaze landing on the person who has been waiting for him. Who anticipated where he'd be.
"Hello~" he purrs, watching the jump of muscles in the other man, watching the throat working at the nervous swallow, and the carefully blank face with so much determination behind it.
"1412."
"Yes~?" Playful tone, teasing, stalling a little while he scans the rooftop. There's nobody else here. Foolish or confident? Maybe both. Silly little man, thinking to come up against him alone.
"You're under-- hngee!"
It's a yelp - an actual startled yelp as 1412 moves faster than fast, darting towards him, closing the gap. A girly yelp.
Amusing.
1412 has a knife at the man's throat, already cutting slightly into skin before he realises the press against his abdomen is a gun. Drawn in those few seconds, drawn despite the shock and the girly yelp.
1412 smiles, teeth bared in a vicious crescent.
"Clever little man."
This close, he can see the nervousness clearly. Jump of muscles under skin. Breathing faster than normal. And if he was to press his head to his chest his heartbeat / heart-beat / would be going doki-doki-dokidokidokidoki-patter-pattering, fast and scared like a rabbit.
1412's thoughts have led him to look down, and he can see a flower at the man's lapel. A lovely white one, tucked into the buttonhole of his formal wear.
"Came here in a hurry, didn't we?" he asks, the knife disappearing idly as he plucks the flower from his buttonhole, seemingly uncaring of the gun still pressed against him as he twirls the stem between his fingers.
"Yes. I heard you were on the move on the police scanner."
Confident. Almost smug.
1412 didn't like that.
"Bored of the party, of the pretty birthday child in her pretty pink dress?"
"How did you...?"
"Silly man," he croons, fingers flicking up under his chin teasingly, making him flinch. "I do my research." The Suzuki birthday party ball held on the night that he was going out to find his target? Not a coincidence, of course not. Less policemen to protect the silly man who'd demanded protection from the death threats sent his way.
As if that would save him from 1412.
1412 smiles coyly, letting his voice shift on a whim; to an airy female murmur, a seductress's tones, a voice copied from some long-ago contract he carried out.
"But I don't know you~ What's your name, stranger?"
He can see the startled shock flickering over the man's expression, before it gets shoved to the side.
"....Hakuba Saguru. Detective."
His mind translates for him, and he murmurs quietly, in English. He recognises the name, from the newspapers he reads.
"White Horse..."
His accent is flawless. Perfect. He's worked hard for it to be worthy of the man who started teaching him. He regards the gun in his hand idly, smiling as he cocks it, the sound clicking loud and Hakuba Saguru turning pale as he grasps his fingers around thin air.
~
Saguru started as the gun vanished, as it cocked and he caught sight of it in 1412's hand. Pointed at him. A nervous tremble fluttered through him, his breath catching.
Oh bugger.
But... if 1412 wanted to, he could have killed him already. He still had a chance. To ... reason with him? With insanity? No, a chance to understand him. And then to capture him.
“Are you going to shoot me?” asked Saguru quietly. It was nerve-wracking bravado, standing like this, so close to a legendary uncatchable assassin. His pulse quickened, hammering against his chest as he prayed his deduction had been correct. He never had been the best at understanding motive.
And then 1412 laughed, a derisive little chuckle that sent chills down his spine. “Shoot you? Shoot Hakuba Saguru-kun? I haven’t had a contract to.”
Saguru felt a wave of relief wash through him, struggling to not let it show, shoulders still straight, face expressionless. But something must have shown, because 1412 smiled, a quietly vicious curve of his lips.
“You actually weren’t sure, were you, Hakuba Saguru-kun?” There was curiosity to 1412’s tone, a quietly amused curiosity that reminded him of a predator on the hunt. He swallowed dryly.
“How that must have grated…. Coming out here with your perfect deduction, and ending it all on a gamble~” 1412’s voice dropped to a sinister purr and Saguru wished he could look away from the shadowed face, the flash of perfectly white teeth illuminating an evil smile.
“Still in evening dress, I see,” murmured the assassin, pressing close - too close! - and brushing gloved fingers over his buttonhole, the white flower from earlier reappearing between the assassin's fingers. 1412 regarded it thoughtfully before slipping it back in place, still so close as he adjusted how it sat against his black jacket. It was an idle moment, one that almost showed a weakness, would have almost let him past the mask to see any vulnerability beneath… except for the gun, still pressing firm against his chest. Reminding him of exactly who he was facing.
“Don’t get in my way again.”
The words dropped into the stillness of the moment, 1412 pressing closer, close enough that their lapels were brushing. He tilted his head close to whisper in his ear, Saguru frozen by proximity and the gun at his stomach, the warm flutter of breath feeling far too human, the dark purr of his voice twisting all that into gut-wrenching fear.
“I’ll show you no mercy next time."
Comments and criticism are love~ ♥
Rating: Pretty tame at the moment, but probably creeping up into NC-17 with swiftness
Warnings: Creepy, creepy AUness
1412's mind works like broken / glass, meaning and sense twisting into incoherency. Like an equation only he knows, every new piece of data changing the variables changing the output changing the reaction that he gives.
There's / for this, there always has to be. A reason, that is. Always a reason.
1412 knows what it is, but he won't tell. He doesn't even remember - that memory is like a black hole in his mind, something which claws at the edges of his sanity, dragging it down and down scraping along nerves and tearing at him when he sleeps and / and down
close
your
eyes
and fire flames flicker and he screams against the hands that hold him back rises up and drags him into sleep, wraps him up tight in the heat and pain of the forgotten moment.
Not now, though / different / the place has changed and
Blond hair on a rooftop.
anger / another fool / how did he find me
....
How did he find me....?
1412 smiles, a cool expression, gaze landing on the person who has been waiting for him. Who anticipated where he'd be.
"Hello~" he purrs, watching the jump of muscles in the other man, watching the throat working at the nervous swallow, and the carefully blank face with so much determination behind it.
"1412."
"Yes~?" Playful tone, teasing, stalling a little while he scans the rooftop. There's nobody else here. Foolish or confident? Maybe both. Silly little man, thinking to come up against him alone.
"You're under-- hngee!"
It's a yelp - an actual startled yelp as 1412 moves faster than fast, darting towards him, closing the gap. A girly yelp.
Amusing.
1412 has a knife at the man's throat, already cutting slightly into skin before he realises the press against his abdomen is a gun. Drawn in those few seconds, drawn despite the shock and the girly yelp.
1412 smiles, teeth bared in a vicious crescent.
"Clever little man."
This close, he can see the nervousness clearly. Jump of muscles under skin. Breathing faster than normal. And if he was to press his head to his chest his heartbeat / heart-beat / would be going doki-doki-dokidokidokidoki-patter-pattering, fast and scared like a rabbit.
1412's thoughts have led him to look down, and he can see a flower at the man's lapel. A lovely white one, tucked into the buttonhole of his formal wear.
"Came here in a hurry, didn't we?" he asks, the knife disappearing idly as he plucks the flower from his buttonhole, seemingly uncaring of the gun still pressed against him as he twirls the stem between his fingers.
"Yes. I heard you were on the move on the police scanner."
Confident. Almost smug.
1412 didn't like that.
"Bored of the party, of the pretty birthday child in her pretty pink dress?"
"How did you...?"
"Silly man," he croons, fingers flicking up under his chin teasingly, making him flinch. "I do my research." The Suzuki birthday party ball held on the night that he was going out to find his target? Not a coincidence, of course not. Less policemen to protect the silly man who'd demanded protection from the death threats sent his way.
As if that would save him from 1412.
1412 smiles coyly, letting his voice shift on a whim; to an airy female murmur, a seductress's tones, a voice copied from some long-ago contract he carried out.
"But I don't know you~ What's your name, stranger?"
He can see the startled shock flickering over the man's expression, before it gets shoved to the side.
"....Hakuba Saguru. Detective."
His mind translates for him, and he murmurs quietly, in English. He recognises the name, from the newspapers he reads.
"White Horse..."
His accent is flawless. Perfect. He's worked hard for it to be worthy of the man who started teaching him. He regards the gun in his hand idly, smiling as he cocks it, the sound clicking loud and Hakuba Saguru turning pale as he grasps his fingers around thin air.
~
Saguru started as the gun vanished, as it cocked and he caught sight of it in 1412's hand. Pointed at him. A nervous tremble fluttered through him, his breath catching.
Oh bugger.
But... if 1412 wanted to, he could have killed him already. He still had a chance. To ... reason with him? With insanity? No, a chance to understand him. And then to capture him.
“Are you going to shoot me?” asked Saguru quietly. It was nerve-wracking bravado, standing like this, so close to a legendary uncatchable assassin. His pulse quickened, hammering against his chest as he prayed his deduction had been correct. He never had been the best at understanding motive.
And then 1412 laughed, a derisive little chuckle that sent chills down his spine. “Shoot you? Shoot Hakuba Saguru-kun? I haven’t had a contract to.”
Saguru felt a wave of relief wash through him, struggling to not let it show, shoulders still straight, face expressionless. But something must have shown, because 1412 smiled, a quietly vicious curve of his lips.
“You actually weren’t sure, were you, Hakuba Saguru-kun?” There was curiosity to 1412’s tone, a quietly amused curiosity that reminded him of a predator on the hunt. He swallowed dryly.
“How that must have grated…. Coming out here with your perfect deduction, and ending it all on a gamble~” 1412’s voice dropped to a sinister purr and Saguru wished he could look away from the shadowed face, the flash of perfectly white teeth illuminating an evil smile.
“Still in evening dress, I see,” murmured the assassin, pressing close - too close! - and brushing gloved fingers over his buttonhole, the white flower from earlier reappearing between the assassin's fingers. 1412 regarded it thoughtfully before slipping it back in place, still so close as he adjusted how it sat against his black jacket. It was an idle moment, one that almost showed a weakness, would have almost let him past the mask to see any vulnerability beneath… except for the gun, still pressing firm against his chest. Reminding him of exactly who he was facing.
“Don’t get in my way again.”
The words dropped into the stillness of the moment, 1412 pressing closer, close enough that their lapels were brushing. He tilted his head close to whisper in his ear, Saguru frozen by proximity and the gun at his stomach, the warm flutter of breath feeling far too human, the dark purr of his voice twisting all that into gut-wrenching fear.
“I’ll show you no mercy next time."
Comments and criticism are love~ ♥