'Loveless' is the brainchild of Yun Kouga. I had nothing to do with it and am simply borrowing the characters to add sexiness to my life. Suing is a bad, bad idea and is not worth it for the quarter I have in my pocket. Thanks.
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Ore wa kimi no mono. I am yours."You are mine," he had said, and was certain. He had spoken with the simple clarity that left no room for questions or doubt. He knew, and Fate was satisfied with that. When he left the Academy I followed, even though Beloved had not appeared on my body. I was his, I was certain. His name would soon mark me.
But it did not.
We battled as one name. We bonded as one, his breath misting my shoulders, his nails calling my blood. I spoke, and anyone who stood in his way fell. He redesigned life around him, not through spells but through his hands. His soft, wicked hands that revelled in the snap of a broken life in their grasp, that sang with the wails of the crushed, those teasing, malignant hands carefully shaped the world into his chessboard. He cast himself as black, knowing the white player would soon sit at the board and make the first play. Through it all I moved with him. I spoke for him. I wholly belonged to him.
Almost wholly.
Doushite? Why?
"Do the other marks I gave you mean nothing?"
They mean. They remind me of every moment that I am his world. They tell me of every instant when I needed him, and every instance where he did not need me, but still came.
'I don't care if you hurt me. Bruise me. Cut me. Kill me. Just... please. Touch me.'
"Do not speak any more of it. I wanted the strongest, and you called out to me. Nothing more is needed." But he lies, and he knows. He wants it too. He wants to feel that pull, that cord constricting about his core, that chain that tenderly ties you to the one chosen for you. It is soft, the wall that rams against a spine. It is sweet, the blood from a bitten tongue. It is melodic, the gasp of a throat desperate to strangle a scream. They are comfort, but they are not the pain I search for. Neither are they enough to satisfy his craving.
Onegaishimasu. I beg you.
The night watches in the sudden silence; the dried leaves that carpet the ground are startled out of their cacophony. "I ordered you never to speak of it again."
He is willing to give me anything else I ask for, but his name he keeps from me. He is punishing himself; he is bringing about retribution for some unknown wrongs by denying himself the only thing he needs as much as I.
"Seimei."Daisuki. I love you.
His vengeance is sudden, and terrible. Thorns kiss his fingers, and their lovemaking drips sparkling crimson down to me. Down, to mingle with the blood that dances out from the prickled vine coiled around my neck. The hard earth lays immobile against my back, allowing me no way of escape. Gently the thorns ease my breath, and my light, away. 'If I could, would I have run?'
Kimi wa ore no mono. You are mine.
It is silent where I am, and there is stirring of warmth and a satin brush of skin.
"Soubi." And he is beside me, and before me, his eyes staring down into mine without compassion or remorse. "Are you satisfied?"
It burns. It is a throbbing ache that sends tremors of pain down my throat with every breath. Beloved sits, nestled against my neck, cradled in my scars, carved by his switch-blade.
"Yes." My fingers trap his, and his breath catches as I press against the wounds that dot his hands. "Are you hurt Seimei?"
Vehemently he snatches the bandages from my neck. Swiftly his lips Dear God his sweet, treacherous lips crush against the tortured skin. He will charge a heavy price for his name. His hands will crush my body, his teeth will tear my veins, his eyes will scorch my soul.
But I am happy.
Arigato. Thank you.
