Instinct
Shiro smiled from the depths of his cage. It was dark and small and black. Sometimes, he was afraid that he'd be eaten. (Nothing was bigger than he was.)
A beast crawling towards the light, blinded to reality.
The door was open. It had been open for a long time. His king was getting soft, he realized. Gentle to an almost sickening degree. Before, King had kept his grip so tight, so hard that it suffocated. (Felt good, meant King hadn't forgotten him.)
Understanding nothing but need.
So he left. The dark of the cage and the blue of the outside wasn't much different. But he could run. He could jump. He could scream! And he could devour King's heart
one
bite
at
a
time.
(Tasted sweet. There was nothing better than King's heart.)
Hand prints smudging on broken glass.
King didn't notice that he was free, that he was devouring a delicious soul. He hated it when King didn't notice him. His instinct screamed to take, swallow, conform.
Be.
A blue tongue slid along his lips, stretched into a grin. It hid his fury. He wanted King to notice him. He wanted to be his King's entire world, the way King was his. (He wasn't jealous, of course not.)
Building up inside.
So he screamed until his throat was raw. And he tore apart at the blue, but still there was no restraining chain. No dark cage. No suffocating hold, wrapping around his neck and pushing him under water.
At least, in the cage, he felt suffocated by something he likened to King's protective love. (It wasn't love, but he pretended....)
A roar.
His instinct. Instinct.
Wanted King. Wanted.
In his arms. In.
This instant. Now!
(He knew it, was he weird? Was it odd to want it?)
Within an inverted world.
King would notice, eventually. He'd keep swallowing, tearing, screaming. Eating everything until King was empty. He would take all of King's being and covet it for himself. King was his.
His alone. (This was a fact.)
A monster with nothing.
Owari