Falling

by Videru

The feeling of falling is all too familiar to Joker: falling into angst, falling into lust, falling into guilt. It distracts him from his most important duties: serving his mistress and fighting in the war. But he cannot help it, he is always falling. **Rated M for chapter 2** couldn't help myself, I adore this couple!

1. Falling into pain

A/N: This is part of a series about the thoughts Joker and Kamui have about each other. This one is Joker's point of view and it's slightly angsty. I apologize for the short chapter, it's a sort of prologue. Chapter two is ready and will be up very soon.

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This feeling of falling is frighteningly familiar. It has less to do with the axe deeply embedded into his side, cold and biting, than with the sensation he has had lately when looking into her gentle eyes. Crimson like his sticky blood coating the damned blade, crimson and unforgiving and oh so charmingly crushing. Yeah, this mental rambling is the reason he has a pair of shattered ribs and an axe piercing close to his lungs at the moment.

In a brief surge of adrenaline fed by the searing pain, Joker takes advantage of the proximity with the rogue berserker and drives his iron dagger deep into his exposed throat, slicing it open in a swift motion. Warm blood sprays his own pale face but it hardly matters as his cheek has already been blemished by an earlier arrow and is coated with his own blood. Or is it because he can hardly remain on his feet, let alone worry about a little smudge on his usually impeccable face?

"Joker! Hang in there, I'm coming!" He hears a faint voice laced with concern and desperation, and perhaps something else he dares not admit. His mistress' voice is sweet, the only one that can make the sting of cold iron piercing his flesh go far, far away. As he pushes the enemy's bleeding form out of his way, Joker feels his legs faltering, all strength slipping from him through the open gash on his side.

Yeah, this feeling of falling is way too familiar.

"Joker, I've got you!" He can barely discern her words now, especially as she is wrapping her armor-clad arms around his chest, trying to support his towering form with her petite frame.

Gods, don't let him crush her...

"I've got you, you're alright" is the last thing he hears before his senses go numb with her scent of jasmine and myrrh, finally taking the plunge and falling into the endless void that is comforting to the point of madness.

Yes, falling into pain enshrouded in her sweet scent is frighteningly familiar.