The Criminality of Love, According to Sable


Notes: this was pure crack, and the idea (which is not my own) came a from a request from the livejournal community, ficondemand.


Atobe read the loose leaf song lyrics with a barely raised eyebrow. Sable noticed and pouted. He knew they wouldn't approve of his unveiling of his true emotions and destiny as a songwriter and singer.

Draco lounged back on a couch staring at them with an amused expression of his face. A wand rested in his hand, the smooth wood is slowly being stroked.

It's times like these that make Sable want to commit suicide. Preferably in a bathtub, because that would look awesome.

"Sable... the lyrics are," his father, Atobe paused as he wondered why his son wanted to be called 'Sable', he original name was perfect. Ore-sama had chosen it! "Dramatic. Perhaps too much."

He knew it! Sable grimaced and tossed his black hair. He is pleased with effect, having practiced it for three days. He even got it especially styled, he is sure he looked tragic.

"It's true! You're just too repressed and suppressed to fully understand the complexity of my deeper feelings about my feelings. The world is a dark, dreary place that merely subjugates me," Sable collapsed, falling back and sagging on his chair. To his anger he heard Draco snigger.

"The love-hate relationship rams me against the wall. A pit of despair opens beneath my feet. Pain tears at me as I descend and fall. Why did they ever have to meet?" Draco said, sounding amused. "Your lyrics?"

"You just don't understand me! You never will! You're too old! I wish you had never given birth to me, fathers!" Sable cried out, his black nailed fingers pressed against his heart.

Narrowing his eyes, Atobe said, "Ore-sama is not old."

A turmoil of raging emotions strike cruelly at Sable's heart as he stormed out of the room. Draco waved his wand at the door and leered at Atobe. "How about you show me how young you really are?"

Atobe shrugged, "If you so insist."

Later, Sable realised there was another room he could not ever go in again.