Title: Kings and Queens;
Rating: T+/M (Due to Violence in the Future)
Summary: Not all Pawns stay Pawns forever. Two have succeeded far more than those who have climbed the top, the new King and Queen. But among them, they still fight for the King's throne, because that's what life is: A game of Kings and Queens.
*Please read author's note below*
*this is the prologue okay? so it won't really make much sense sorry and thanks!*
"Hello there."
The tiny silver razor fell to the cardboard box's surface, and the little girl stared up at the older boy hovering over her. She didn't bother to cover her bleeding eye, and that her hands were decorated with her own blood. The white oversized shirt she wore was dusty and falling off her shoulders on one side, and went past her knees, was also lightly tainted with her own droplets of blood.
She was startled by his appearance, but she wasn't scared. If she were scared of him, then she would've been scared of holding that little silver razor.
But even though seeing those eyes, those caramel eyes flickering from their original warm colour to their twisted orange tint, may bring fear to others, it made her feel warm.
Warm to know that there may be someone else like her.
That special someone who was only afraid of his own thoughts, own thoughts that can bring himself to insanity.
"W-Who are you?"
He looked down at her from her box's edge, a different kind of a warm smile creeping up to his face. He took in her qualities: her clothes, her meek voice, and her purple hair, her razor on the floor, and her one bleeding eye and one teary but blank eye that brightened up a bit at his arrival.
He dug his hand into his tattered and blood-splattered pants that now look more like shorts, and took out a dirty orange handkerchief. He tip-toed a bit more and stretched out his hand and wiped her tear-stained cheek. "A pretty jou-chan doesn't look like this, you know."
She scoffed; a kind of scoff that didn't seem appropriate for her age. "Don't…flatter me." She mumbled quietly, but he could clearly hear the cynical trait seeping in through her words. "What would make you think…I'm beautiful?"
"Hmm…" He moved his hand away, and kept his handkerchief. He ripped a part of his also tattered hospital gown, and stretched once more to her. He lightly damped the clothe over the bleeding eye, earning a hiss from her. "This eye." He said warmly. "This eye is what makes you beautiful, jou-chan. It's really pretty, you know."
He slowly traced it over her eye, soaking it with blood. His warm eyes slowly flickered from orange to caramel brown again and again even more now, and his warm smile slowly became a twisted grin.
"Yes…it is. Its blood…its pain…is beautifully…perfect."
She couldn't help but shudder at the child's words. He was younger than her, and they were both younger than most who felt this way. But his words…his eyes relayed something deeper than their age. Truly darker and deeper than anyone's eyes and words could do to anyone. It was frightening to see such darkness on a child's face, but there was something about it that couldn't make her look away.
No, instead, she looked longer. She froze in place and stared at the warm, yet twisted, face.
The moon rose up higher in the dark sky, and the lights of houses and commercial buildings soon shut down as the moon illuminated everything. Her lone purple eye grew wide as the moon illuminated the boy in front of her, making him seem…wonderful.
His messy chocolate brown hair that defied gravity was and a tad darker than his eyes, and contained droplets of blood, looked perfect with his eyes that flickered from warmth and insanity. A white tattered hospital gown served as his shirt, and his pants that looked more like shorts were equally tattered as well, and had splatters of blood on them. Bare tiny feet tip-toed on hollow blocks in order to be able to look at her, but she could not see their state.
He looked perfectly peaceful. Untainted. Pure.
Unlike her.
But his words said so otherwise. The clarity of insanity and warmth mixing in his eyes and words didn't bring her fear or anxiety, no. Instead, they brought her warmth, comfort…
…comfort at the fact that she wasn't alone.
"W…What do you mean…?"
His smile slowly turned into a grin, and he took his hand away from her, seeing as his cloth was fully damped with her blood now. He brought it to his nose, and inhaled the scent, earning a surprised gasp from the girl who was previously in a trance–like state. "W-what are you doing!?"
He said nothing, and inhaled more, closing his eyes as he relished in the unique scent. It smelled like the normal copper smell of others' blood, but there was certain uniqueness to all's scent. Hers…smelled tainted. It smelled tainted, completely unlike her pure appearance.
But the fact she held a razor just earlier was already a sign of contradiction.
Opening his eyes, he watched as her eye widened again as she saw his now orange eyes, eyes no longer as warm as they were just a moment ago. Insanity swirled in them as he gave off a sensual grin, insane as his eyes. "You…are like me."
A meek nod was his reply. He grinned wider. "We…are servants. Servants of the Kings and Queens of all around…We are those they push around, those they drive to the point of death and self-loathing."
He stretched his arm inside her box, and grabbed a hold of her razor. It still had some blood on it, but some have been soaked by the dusty aging box. He fingered it, and continued, "But…I refuse to live in such a manner. I want to rise. I want to gain power to overthrow them."
"Yet..." He brought the razor to his childlike lips, and licked it, slightly cutting his tongue in the process. "I cannot be King alone now, can I?"
Despite her meek nature and appearance, the girl caught on quite fast. "What…do you mean to say…?" She somehow knew where this was going, and she tried to squish the building excitement, which seemed more different than other kinds of excitement that, inside of her. She couldn't afford to risk getting her hopes up now, not when it always broke her down to pieces.
But she knew something. This was different.
He was like her. They were alike. Slaves of the Kings and Queens of society. She too, did not like being treated this way, and wanted to know his plan. She can tell that he was planning something big, something different…exciting…
…fearful, twisted…insane.
And she knew, she knew with all her slowly decaying heart, that she would never be scared. She knew that one day, he would be a warmer yet more twisted person, with his smile and stare deeper and scarier than it is now, and people can never look away from it. They would watch his stare…his smile…as they were used as pawns.
His pawns.
"A-Answer me!" She said a bit louder, and he chuckled. Feeling lightly guilty at being impatient, she looked down on the cardboard box again, and looked up when he pat her head.
Her hair was soft, even with the blood slowly making it harden as it dried. He liked the feeling of her hair, and knew that one day, it would grow softer even if blood clots it all up, and be his to touch.
"Now that I see what you are…" He mumbled. "I'll change my rules." He felt her stiffen under his touch, and he removed his hand. "I need a Queen." He said out flat. "But I would need to be entertained as well, and I know you do too. And at the same time, I would want to be stronger with you, as we take down the Kings and Queens together, making them into our pawns."
He lifted the razor, and brought it up to his left orange eye, the tip touching his eyelid. "What do you say, il mio Regina?
A blank and lifeless eye slowly brightened up with a tinge of life, and she didn't know what to say. Was agreeing really going to help her? Would it really set her free?
But she was intrigued by the idea he proposed. "…What if…" She trailed off. "We fight for your position?"
He raised a brow. "My position?"
"What if, we played a game?" She nodded. "We…do things that would make the Kings and Queens become pawns…and the winner, the one to get the most Kings and Queens to their feet…w-wins?" It was quite absurd to a normal person, but she knew he understood quite well the implications of the game.
Bring them down.
Bring them deep into the abyss we fell in.
Make them into what we were.
Bring them to hell…
All of them.
"Hm." He grinned and pushed the razor deeper, slowly drawing out droplets of blood. "That is quite a proposition…" He paused. The grin grew wider. "I like it."
Slowly, he dug the razor deeper, and traced it over his eye. He bit back the hiss and shout of pain, and his other watched the expression of the girl. It was blank, and no fear can be seen or sensed, only curiosity.
Curiosity as to why he was doing what she did.
He continued to slice over his eye, blood trickling down all the way to his hand and his chin, and once he was done, he removed it, and threw the razor on the floor.
On instinct, the girl ripped part of her shirt, and stood up. She went forward inside her box, and damped it over his eye. He remained frozen, quite shocked as to what she is doing.
"…It…is not fair." She mumbled. "…As your Queen, I cannot let you do this only to me, i...il mio Re." Blood continued to dribble down her face, but it slowly stopped and dried up.
His eyes remained insane, and he let out a loud laugh. His laugh wasn't of normal childish joy, no. There was something in it that made her listen to it, no matter how wicked it sounded. Like his eyes…his smile…
Unavoidable.
The laughter died down as she stepped away from him, and inhaled his blood too. She has never smelled anyone's blood other than hers, as she was often afraid of it before. The smell was unique, addicting…wonderful. She closed her eyes, brought it to her lips, and mumbled close to it, "Il mia Re."
His eye widened, and he looked at his cloth with her blood in his hands. He chuckled, and brought it to his lips and mumbled to it, "Il mio Regina."
And they brought it to their lips, placing a chaste kiss on them.
A kiss that was a sign of loyalty to each other, as King and Queen.
…and a promise to do their roles and eliminate all those who made them suffer…
Eternally.
Another story from me, even if I have a ton more to update yes yes yes. You can all kill me later on. But first, let me finish this. This would be kind of a Halloween Fic, so first priority. Its quite obvious who the characters are, but romance is still unclear. Hope you guys understand!
Also, KYO/BIANCA/LITTLE-SKYLARK [ON TUMBLR], IF YOU'RE READING THIS I AM SO SORRY THAT YOUR BDAY GIFT IS SO LATE. SCHOOL WAS HELL SO I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO TYPE IT. ITS A D18 FIC OK (first time writing D18 omg what an achievement gaaargh) /shot while bowing/
Anywayyy, please review? Thanks!
xx-published on 10.28.12.