For Taki and Klaus of Maiden Rose. Because you make my head hurt and my heart ache.
Disclaimer: At the moment, I'm just glad that I own a handkerchief. And a thirty-two gig USB. And small statues of Thumper, Bambi, Belle, Ariel and a random fox. However, I would very much like to own Maiden Rose, so Taki and Klaus could happily run off, hand in hand, into the sunset. And stuff everyone else. I'm too sick for that crap.
A/N: I know for people who are just following me, this is not an update or a new Sess/Kag story. This is yaoi, meaning M/M. It was written as I just finished reading the manga for Maiden Rose, and I had to do something to get how I feel about that story out of my mind. The angst is sending me slightly cuckoo, and a slightly cuckoo me is even more hyperactive, juvenile and annoying than I usually am. Plus I'm sick, so my mood is even worse. This is just me trying to clarify to myself the tiniest portion of how I think these two care about each other, in a particular scene. I'm also trying to pin these characters down, writing in their voices, as it were.
Taki-
Safe. It's all I can think. I'm in your arms and you're alive and you're here and I cry. Inside and outside. And you break me so wonderfully but you always put me back together again… Don't you realise I would fall apart without you? That you keep my world stable, and you keep me sane? You take control but you always give it back… You claim I'm yours but still, you always remember that, in the end, you are mine. The one who grants my wish… My one and only Knight. And who started it? Scratch that, who cares? They call you a dog, a mangy, flea-bitten mutt. More like a war-hound I unleash on my enemies- a wolf that is tame for me, and me alone. You kneel, and call me Master- Your Master. And those golden eyes of yours, they see straight through me, and say that which I alone can understand. You will grant my wish, I know, or die trying- Oh kami, you nearly did die trying. Selfless possession of mine, you own all of me. You could kill me, within and without- but you don't, and I cry because you are here, and you are alive, and I am in your arms, but we are so far from safe.
Klaus-
Safe. The universe must really have an extremely malicious sense of humour, the amount of times and ways it's managed to kick this Lycanthrope. I hold you, and I shouldn't even touch you, I promised I wouldn't. This selfish bastard has brought you to tears, time and again. And you forgive me. Why? (Idiot, even asking that. It's because he loves you, though you don't deserve it, could never deserve it, could never make up for what you've done.) And you cry. Because this fool did not take great enough care of himself as your possession- as something which is yours. And you will not have anything stolen from you- not your land, not your pride, not your wish. (And you cried for this worthless one on a riverbank- touched him, kissed him, grieved for him. Made yourself dirty, sullied yourself- your self, your painfully pure self- for him.) What did I say? "Dangerous, reckless, then so frigging pure it hurts." And you cry, and I die inside, but only a little bit, because no matter how little I deserve it, you need me right now. And this dog is kicked again by your tears, but it's alright, because it's you. Because I need to keep you safe.
If you bothered reading this, what did you think? Review? Flames will be used to dry out my extremely snotty handkerchief. I'm too lazy to get a fresh one. (Sorry for the imagery, just puttin' it out there.)
Ja ne,
Future World Dictator! (Or Kateri, whatever strikes your fancy. It's not my name, but I'd like it to be. ;)
