Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply.
Notes: Thanks to Natalie Baan, Alison Koh, Line-chan, Isabella Kraft, Shinri Ayase, Jehzavere, Ankoku jin, Taryn / TenshinoX, T-chan, Linh, etc. for giving me various ideas (from their fanfics) as to how to proceed with this fanfic.
Warnings: OOC. S x K, F x K, S x S.
Predator and Prey
Chapter 1-Wings
By : Yakusoku
He had finally been able to fall asleep after what seemed to be an eternity, the shards of nightmare having been threatening his sanity and forcing his eyes to remain open for most of the night.
/Red.there was so much red and gold.so much blood and a pair of predatory eyes presented in front of him.shackles encircle his wrists, his neck, his ankles, his thin waist.silver chains matching transparent, glass- like shackles.wires entwining themselves around his soft, pale flesh, digging into his body.pain.'I don't.'so much blood.'I don't want to be.'/
He writhed helplessly in his dreams, body flailing violently upon his bed, head tossing back and forth on his sweat-stained pillow, silk sheets and flannel pajamas creased and tangled with his movements. Whimpering ensues, escaping from his throat unrestrained. Face twisted in fear and pain, brows crinkled from strain.
/There was such a tremendous buildup of pain and tension in the muscles in his back.he screamed for the release from such stress, such discomfort.He shut his eyes tight and bit his lower lip as the needle-like pain tore through his body, creating sensations he was all too familiar with.a scar there on the center of his left palm.blood.red, warm liquids down his hands.a scar there on the center of his right palm.more blood.a scar there on the center of his left feet.then one on the center of his right feet.so much blood.so much pain.the crystalline tears dripped carelessly down his cheeks, sobs ensuing.but there was still pain in his back.clenching his bloody fists, ignoring the pain there, closing his eyes firm, he focused mainly on that pain, pouring all of his attention there.feeling every strain.'So familiar.'and then there was a satisfying and grateful release of the pain.but it left him feeling oddly unbalanced and cold.there had been such a large spill of blood.splattering upon his pale skin.dyeing the clean, pure water below him a scarlet crimson./
His eyes opened and he screamed, out of fear, out of pain, out of plain distress. Sprawled out on his sweat-stained, blood-stained bed and sheets, lying on his chest, he panted heavily for breath, noticing only the pain in his back, the pain haunting his tired out body after the release of the pair of such enormous, magnificent, feathery wings. He barely heard the sound of footfalls and the hurried opening of his bedroom door, followed by the simultaneous gasps and gapes.
"I don't want to." he muttered over and over again in his state of drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness.
He suddenly felt hands on his back.soft, gentle, caressing touches of hands, soothing away some of the pain with their tender and calm rubbing. He shudders slightly at the contact of skin with skin, but felt submissive.too tired to protest or do anything, but too injured to attempt sleep, and such shallow sleep it is too.
"Shhh.you'll be alright." a gentle voice cooed at him. Gentle and calm.but so pained.
'Subaru.?' His hazy mind barely acknowledged anything that happened around him, despite the fact that his eyes were tranquilly open, glazed and with a lost look about them, but serene and peaceful in their blank stare.
More footsteps, followed by an exclamation of sorts, orders, equipment rattling in their boxes, shuttling of bodies, rustling of cloth, some curiously cool water upon his enflamed skin.The lifting of his body.He protested faintly to the action, but couldn't do much to prevent anything. Contact with a bed, one that was not his, he could tell, for it was not damp with his blood and sweat and tears. A faint smell of cigarettes informed his almost-gone mind that it was Subaru's bed. A tiny prick in his arm, and he felt sleep claim him almost eerily.
"Be alright.be alright for me.Kamui." whispered a voice urgently, worry and concern, also something akin to fear-despair, was it?-dripping within those short phrases. That was the last thing he heard before entering the oddly empty world of his black, shadowy, fog-drenched dreams.
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".Wings."
'.what wings?.'
".He has wings."
'.who?.'
".because he is /Kamui/."
'.Wings?.I-I.'
".unconscious for five days already."
'.I don't want to have wings.'
Kamui's heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open, only to face the glaring, brilliant, almost cheerful sunshine, telling him it was late in the morning, scolding him for sleeping so late, commanding him to wake up.
He felt awkwardly bare, strangely empty, weirdly unbalanced.
'.not wings.please.anything but wings.I.'
He shifted uncomfortably from his kept rigid position, but felt an awfully heavy burden upon his back.strange sensations filled his mind.he felt bizarrely hot and cold at the same time. He noticed a person holding onto his hand.he squeezed it lightly to announce he's awake, and squeezed it again to affirm his statement. There was a shuffling of cloth and moving of body, and hands helping him to shift onto his side. That done, he was not surprised to stare into a pair of composed but relieved, grass- green eyes. There's was a soft but slightly wistful smile plastered on the face of the man he now loved, on the face of the man who was still trying to break from the tendrils of sakura branches circling his soul and life.
"Su.Su.ba.ru." His voice sounded fascinatingly hoarse and exhausted as he whispered these syllables, the result oddly soft and gentle, barely audible.
"Shh.Don't talk. The fever just passed.just lie still and rest, the doctor said not to overexert yourself," Subaru scolded gently. While his expression remained solemn and worried, the softening and sparkling of his eyes indicated his relief and joy at having the boy finally awake and well.
Reaching into the basin full of lukewarm water, Subaru's hands swam in the liquid for a few moments before they sought out the soaked cloth and wrought out the water, later bringing it to the younger, slighter boy's pale face to gently caress it. It took away the cold sweat covering the soft skin and spread a thin, comforting layer of cooling water over the flesh. Kamui sighed softly and relaxed into the touch as Subaru's hands expertly moved in their precision, closing his eyes in absolute bliss. Subaru smiled amusedly at the boy's behavior, but chose not to comment on the latter's obvious attraction to him since he knew the bond between them was quite strong.
"You know," his voice broke the peaceful silence, "you gave us quite a scare back then, with so much blood loss. The doctors weren't even sure if you would live."
Kamui's eyes fluttered open in a tiny slit to look at the omnyouji, but decided to remain quiet. He knew that he must continue to live even when death is threatening him, that he must struggle to live, fight to live, so humanity would not be lost forever.
After another few moment, the cloth was dropped unceremoniously back into the basin with a tiny splash, and Kamui felt the return of the Sumeragi's hand clasping his own cold, probably limp and pale, hand tightly.
An understanding air of silence hung around the two Seals, both of whom had opened their hearts to each other respectively to share their common grief and to seek comfort and support from each other's presences.
"You think you can hold anything down?" the older's gentle voice drifted to the younger's ears as if from a million miles away, for the latter was already starting to feel sleep drape its blanket over his weary mind.
Kamui struggled for a moment before his eyes opened again.
".why?." whispered Kamui, his jaded voice indicating his lack of strength.
"You really should eat something." explained Subaru, worry etched clearly in his eyes and voice. "You haven't eaten for five whole days."
But instead of answering Subaru's request, Kamui changed the topic immediately.
"Why did I have to get wings?" His voice was filled with pain, despair, hesitance, regret, and hatred, but with torture and sorrow in them predominately.
Subaru certainly seemed surprised at the sudden change in Kamui's mood, but remained silent for a moment to contemplate his reply before answering the boy.
"Why don't you like them?" returned Subaru.
Kamui looked at Subaru and glanced into the latter's eyes, staring earnestly into them. His lips curled up into a weak, slightly wistful and sad, smile as he closed his eyes and sighed, turning his head to face the ceiling.
"They remind me of Fuuma," came the simple statement, filled with so much angst and pain and sorrow that Subaru was suddenly overcome with feelings of guilt for asking Kamui that prodding question.
"Does it hurt that much?" asked Subaru, trying to help the boy at least to release the feelings that have been bottled up within the boy's tortured depths of heart. He knew the answer, of course, but he felt and knew that it was better for the boy to admit his own emotions rather than to speak up for him.
Kamui gave a small laugh.
'Why do you sound so much like a child.? Even a..girl?' thought Subaru bemused as he heard Kamui's soft, gentle laugh, so much more relaxed and happy than a few moments ago.
"You should know, ne?" replied Kamui teasingly, his eyes, which had now returned to gaze at Subaru, sparkled with his slight blissful leisure.
'Absolutely no pain.no fear.no anger.no despair.just happiness. relaxation.freedom.'
Subaru smiled back at the boy in front of him without knowing why, only noticing and realizing that his heart felt considerably lighter, freer, warmer, happier in the presence of this boy that he barely knew except for his tragedies.
As Subaru lost himself in his thoughts, Kamui had already started to doze off, and soon his eyes were closed and he drifted off into a wonderful, deep sleep where the tainted dreams of blood and sadness and pain no longer reached him. His mind vaguely registered this and wondered why those nightmares kept away right now.
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"Hm.has the little bird finally decided to come out and play?"
A pitiless, amused chuckle, velvety and purring with a sick contentment, vibrated throughout the dreamscape and echoes hollowly and eerily. A pair of golden eyes, emotionless except for its mad glee and cruelty, stared like a predator into the water below his feet, the image of a tousled-haired, lavender-eyed, fragile, delicate boy presented in those clear water pools.
"Cute.so sweet. Such pretty wings added too. So easy to break."
He licked his lips eagerly as the thought of drawing scarlet, warm blood from that pale skin, staining it crimson, and hearing such sweet screams and pleas from that hot, sweet cavern of a mouth passed through his mind. He simply couldn't wait until he could play with his prey, his little bird, the next time. Relishing in the memory of that boy, crying out in pain and pleasure underneath him, eyes pleading with so much desire and hatred, it was simply seductive and pleasurable.
"Little one, you'll be within my possession soon."
The dreamscape darkened as its occupant left its boundaries.
Author: I think I forgot to mention that.my original idea HAD been for Kamui to turn into a girl SOMEHOW after the whole wings-sprouting thing.but I stuck with the "hey! I'm a guy!" thing.so.^_^;;;;
Notes: Thanks to Natalie Baan, Alison Koh, Line-chan, Isabella Kraft, Shinri Ayase, Jehzavere, Ankoku jin, Taryn / TenshinoX, T-chan, Linh, etc. for giving me various ideas (from their fanfics) as to how to proceed with this fanfic.
Warnings: OOC. S x K, F x K, S x S.
Predator and Prey
Chapter 1-Wings
By : Yakusoku
He had finally been able to fall asleep after what seemed to be an eternity, the shards of nightmare having been threatening his sanity and forcing his eyes to remain open for most of the night.
/Red.there was so much red and gold.so much blood and a pair of predatory eyes presented in front of him.shackles encircle his wrists, his neck, his ankles, his thin waist.silver chains matching transparent, glass- like shackles.wires entwining themselves around his soft, pale flesh, digging into his body.pain.'I don't.'so much blood.'I don't want to be.'/
He writhed helplessly in his dreams, body flailing violently upon his bed, head tossing back and forth on his sweat-stained pillow, silk sheets and flannel pajamas creased and tangled with his movements. Whimpering ensues, escaping from his throat unrestrained. Face twisted in fear and pain, brows crinkled from strain.
/There was such a tremendous buildup of pain and tension in the muscles in his back.he screamed for the release from such stress, such discomfort.He shut his eyes tight and bit his lower lip as the needle-like pain tore through his body, creating sensations he was all too familiar with.a scar there on the center of his left palm.blood.red, warm liquids down his hands.a scar there on the center of his right palm.more blood.a scar there on the center of his left feet.then one on the center of his right feet.so much blood.so much pain.the crystalline tears dripped carelessly down his cheeks, sobs ensuing.but there was still pain in his back.clenching his bloody fists, ignoring the pain there, closing his eyes firm, he focused mainly on that pain, pouring all of his attention there.feeling every strain.'So familiar.'and then there was a satisfying and grateful release of the pain.but it left him feeling oddly unbalanced and cold.there had been such a large spill of blood.splattering upon his pale skin.dyeing the clean, pure water below him a scarlet crimson./
His eyes opened and he screamed, out of fear, out of pain, out of plain distress. Sprawled out on his sweat-stained, blood-stained bed and sheets, lying on his chest, he panted heavily for breath, noticing only the pain in his back, the pain haunting his tired out body after the release of the pair of such enormous, magnificent, feathery wings. He barely heard the sound of footfalls and the hurried opening of his bedroom door, followed by the simultaneous gasps and gapes.
"I don't want to." he muttered over and over again in his state of drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness.
He suddenly felt hands on his back.soft, gentle, caressing touches of hands, soothing away some of the pain with their tender and calm rubbing. He shudders slightly at the contact of skin with skin, but felt submissive.too tired to protest or do anything, but too injured to attempt sleep, and such shallow sleep it is too.
"Shhh.you'll be alright." a gentle voice cooed at him. Gentle and calm.but so pained.
'Subaru.?' His hazy mind barely acknowledged anything that happened around him, despite the fact that his eyes were tranquilly open, glazed and with a lost look about them, but serene and peaceful in their blank stare.
More footsteps, followed by an exclamation of sorts, orders, equipment rattling in their boxes, shuttling of bodies, rustling of cloth, some curiously cool water upon his enflamed skin.The lifting of his body.He protested faintly to the action, but couldn't do much to prevent anything. Contact with a bed, one that was not his, he could tell, for it was not damp with his blood and sweat and tears. A faint smell of cigarettes informed his almost-gone mind that it was Subaru's bed. A tiny prick in his arm, and he felt sleep claim him almost eerily.
"Be alright.be alright for me.Kamui." whispered a voice urgently, worry and concern, also something akin to fear-despair, was it?-dripping within those short phrases. That was the last thing he heard before entering the oddly empty world of his black, shadowy, fog-drenched dreams.
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".Wings."
'.what wings?.'
".He has wings."
'.who?.'
".because he is /Kamui/."
'.Wings?.I-I.'
".unconscious for five days already."
'.I don't want to have wings.'
Kamui's heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open, only to face the glaring, brilliant, almost cheerful sunshine, telling him it was late in the morning, scolding him for sleeping so late, commanding him to wake up.
He felt awkwardly bare, strangely empty, weirdly unbalanced.
'.not wings.please.anything but wings.I.'
He shifted uncomfortably from his kept rigid position, but felt an awfully heavy burden upon his back.strange sensations filled his mind.he felt bizarrely hot and cold at the same time. He noticed a person holding onto his hand.he squeezed it lightly to announce he's awake, and squeezed it again to affirm his statement. There was a shuffling of cloth and moving of body, and hands helping him to shift onto his side. That done, he was not surprised to stare into a pair of composed but relieved, grass- green eyes. There's was a soft but slightly wistful smile plastered on the face of the man he now loved, on the face of the man who was still trying to break from the tendrils of sakura branches circling his soul and life.
"Su.Su.ba.ru." His voice sounded fascinatingly hoarse and exhausted as he whispered these syllables, the result oddly soft and gentle, barely audible.
"Shh.Don't talk. The fever just passed.just lie still and rest, the doctor said not to overexert yourself," Subaru scolded gently. While his expression remained solemn and worried, the softening and sparkling of his eyes indicated his relief and joy at having the boy finally awake and well.
Reaching into the basin full of lukewarm water, Subaru's hands swam in the liquid for a few moments before they sought out the soaked cloth and wrought out the water, later bringing it to the younger, slighter boy's pale face to gently caress it. It took away the cold sweat covering the soft skin and spread a thin, comforting layer of cooling water over the flesh. Kamui sighed softly and relaxed into the touch as Subaru's hands expertly moved in their precision, closing his eyes in absolute bliss. Subaru smiled amusedly at the boy's behavior, but chose not to comment on the latter's obvious attraction to him since he knew the bond between them was quite strong.
"You know," his voice broke the peaceful silence, "you gave us quite a scare back then, with so much blood loss. The doctors weren't even sure if you would live."
Kamui's eyes fluttered open in a tiny slit to look at the omnyouji, but decided to remain quiet. He knew that he must continue to live even when death is threatening him, that he must struggle to live, fight to live, so humanity would not be lost forever.
After another few moment, the cloth was dropped unceremoniously back into the basin with a tiny splash, and Kamui felt the return of the Sumeragi's hand clasping his own cold, probably limp and pale, hand tightly.
An understanding air of silence hung around the two Seals, both of whom had opened their hearts to each other respectively to share their common grief and to seek comfort and support from each other's presences.
"You think you can hold anything down?" the older's gentle voice drifted to the younger's ears as if from a million miles away, for the latter was already starting to feel sleep drape its blanket over his weary mind.
Kamui struggled for a moment before his eyes opened again.
".why?." whispered Kamui, his jaded voice indicating his lack of strength.
"You really should eat something." explained Subaru, worry etched clearly in his eyes and voice. "You haven't eaten for five whole days."
But instead of answering Subaru's request, Kamui changed the topic immediately.
"Why did I have to get wings?" His voice was filled with pain, despair, hesitance, regret, and hatred, but with torture and sorrow in them predominately.
Subaru certainly seemed surprised at the sudden change in Kamui's mood, but remained silent for a moment to contemplate his reply before answering the boy.
"Why don't you like them?" returned Subaru.
Kamui looked at Subaru and glanced into the latter's eyes, staring earnestly into them. His lips curled up into a weak, slightly wistful and sad, smile as he closed his eyes and sighed, turning his head to face the ceiling.
"They remind me of Fuuma," came the simple statement, filled with so much angst and pain and sorrow that Subaru was suddenly overcome with feelings of guilt for asking Kamui that prodding question.
"Does it hurt that much?" asked Subaru, trying to help the boy at least to release the feelings that have been bottled up within the boy's tortured depths of heart. He knew the answer, of course, but he felt and knew that it was better for the boy to admit his own emotions rather than to speak up for him.
Kamui gave a small laugh.
'Why do you sound so much like a child.? Even a..girl?' thought Subaru bemused as he heard Kamui's soft, gentle laugh, so much more relaxed and happy than a few moments ago.
"You should know, ne?" replied Kamui teasingly, his eyes, which had now returned to gaze at Subaru, sparkled with his slight blissful leisure.
'Absolutely no pain.no fear.no anger.no despair.just happiness. relaxation.freedom.'
Subaru smiled back at the boy in front of him without knowing why, only noticing and realizing that his heart felt considerably lighter, freer, warmer, happier in the presence of this boy that he barely knew except for his tragedies.
As Subaru lost himself in his thoughts, Kamui had already started to doze off, and soon his eyes were closed and he drifted off into a wonderful, deep sleep where the tainted dreams of blood and sadness and pain no longer reached him. His mind vaguely registered this and wondered why those nightmares kept away right now.
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"Hm.has the little bird finally decided to come out and play?"
A pitiless, amused chuckle, velvety and purring with a sick contentment, vibrated throughout the dreamscape and echoes hollowly and eerily. A pair of golden eyes, emotionless except for its mad glee and cruelty, stared like a predator into the water below his feet, the image of a tousled-haired, lavender-eyed, fragile, delicate boy presented in those clear water pools.
"Cute.so sweet. Such pretty wings added too. So easy to break."
He licked his lips eagerly as the thought of drawing scarlet, warm blood from that pale skin, staining it crimson, and hearing such sweet screams and pleas from that hot, sweet cavern of a mouth passed through his mind. He simply couldn't wait until he could play with his prey, his little bird, the next time. Relishing in the memory of that boy, crying out in pain and pleasure underneath him, eyes pleading with so much desire and hatred, it was simply seductive and pleasurable.
"Little one, you'll be within my possession soon."
The dreamscape darkened as its occupant left its boundaries.
Author: I think I forgot to mention that.my original idea HAD been for Kamui to turn into a girl SOMEHOW after the whole wings-sprouting thing.but I stuck with the "hey! I'm a guy!" thing.so.^_^;;;;