A/N: Found this underneath a pile of written stories. Written, like somewhat July or August. So yeah... Enjoy. My first attempt at such beautifully complex pairing.
Lettuces and Mignonettes,
|Perched on his pedestal, this what Ayato dreamed all his life, to be god. Ayato, Kanade|
/ravel a race for—lies within the truth—encase enclose—/
This world they were in. (imagination or not, real or fake)
Exist to choose god.
This is a place where a god is needed to picked out, chosen; out of all of them, in this world only one can be picked.
It is a race to the finish line. With hatred, regret, sorrow, grief and the pain of sacrifice from your memories to fuel and boost you up.
Ayato thinks if they realize this earlier then maybe they might have gotten a chance to reach the goal too.
There was also a possibility that even they realize this, they wouldn't want to participate. (that leaves the both of them)
But who would give up the chance to be god?
Fools.
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"I wasn't kidding on what I said about the prison cell…" Ayato once confessed to Kanade.
Kanade just titled her head slightly to the left, and her cold eyes seems to burn in Ayato's mind.
The second time Ayato hypnotizes Kanade is when he has nothing better to do. And he finds his heart twisting—he wonders is it possible to feel jealousy towards a boy who can't even remember his own past.
The first attempt was when he have already laid out an apocalypse plan—preparations needed to be a god. And he finds himself in the same situation as she was back then.
Striving, thriving for appreciation.
This doesn't change any of Ayato's plans (doesn't make any better than, an obsessive god bitch); though companionship and a platonic relationship were created.
Now that wasn't accounted for.
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At the end of their doctrine relationship, for the lack of better terms; Ayato is perched on his pedestal, drinking wine, casually placing his head on his palm and observes the ants beneath him.
Kanade is at the foot of his pedestal, ready, waiting and serving—resting her angelic head and entity on her divinity's side-lap. And when he beckons her closer, their faces are mere inches away from each other. Almost, almost, almost—but never giving in.
He smirks in his own way and Kanade responds with golden blank eyes glittering. Though Ayato looks deeper and catches the slight shift of her soul, and his face pulls back into a more lethal victory smirk.
'Ha! I won! My, my Tachibana-san—you're getting sloppy. I am god, did I not tell you?'
He inches her face closer, their lips almost brushing. I am god. The words were sealed with a kiss. Though it was more out of duty, cruelty of power, holiness of being god, victory and for the bloods that sings.
And if ever for an affection it was rare. Ayato pulls back and kisses her forehead as she will to his shoe or maybe his hand or maybe…
A/N: Use Imagination. Anyways drop a review by. Thanks. Also request are accepted. :D